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His intention is to ruin me, my reputation, and my whole life. "Tell me, Avi... it's Engr. Primotivo Alarcon, right?" I looked at Hope. I still don’t tell her who I am with in the video. I don't think that I still should tell it to her, because even if I don't say it, I know that she already knew it was actually the great Primotivo Alarcon. Who else? Dra. Hope knows everything about me. And she knew I was still a virgin not until I got pregnant.

Dhalia scolded. “I don’t know what you are talking about! You’re full of doubts! It’s annoying!”Rodel hurriedly got into his car, while Dhalia followed him.She still continued to argue with him.”Rodel! Rodel! Where are you going? To your woman?! Why are you so tired of me? Are you going to leave us? Go ahead, run away; I don’t need you!” Dhalia chased him away.Rodel started his car; he closed the car window completely.He just held the steering wheel tightly; it was so heavy inside.Rodel only wanted to go to one place every time his wife argued with him like that.

From some one very rich, he guessed. A weredragon in human form bumped into Sham while he was strolling through the human village and dropped a paper in his hand. He read the words out loud "COME TO THE MOUNTAIN". He knew who it was from and set to leave later that night. On getting to the mountain, he was taken to the sea for that was were Adrian resided. One of the weredragons spat fire on a nearby rock on the floor. There was silence at first, but rumbling sound was heard with a great wave that Ied to the dividing of the sea.

I nod and pull the stopwatch out of my pocket to start counting down the time as they enter. This team has two athletic alphas, a tall but uncoordinated beta, a thin but fast beta, and a red-haired tiny omega who looks super useless. I don't think I've seen her make a single facial expression or move with intention even once. The two more athletic alphas help the redhead while the others fend for themselves. They don't have much teamwork and they don't communicate at all.

But just as I begin to relax, a scout rushes into the clearing, his face pale. “There’s something you need to see,” he says urgently. Ansel leaves everyone on edge as I exchange a glance with Ansel, knowing that while one battle has ended, our journey is far from over. THE END

At the sound, Scout perked up, letting out a low bark, his small frame tensing as if ready to bolt back to his owner. A blinding flash flooded the room, and I winced, shrinking against the wall as my eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. When I dared to look, I felt my breath catch at the sight of him. He was shirtless, his broad chest lined with a map of scars and dark, twisting tattoos, his jeans riding low on his hips. Shadows played in the hollows of his muscles, his skin taut and tan in the harsh light. His hair was disheveled, falling into his face as though he’d either just left his bed or spent a night dragging his fingers through it. And damn it all—he was stunning.

"Civet coffee." She looked genuinely confused. "You own private jets, but you drink plain coffee?" I smirked. "it's not plain coffee, but…" I leaned back, amused. "Would it impress you more if I ordered something ridiculous?" Cassie folded her arms. "Depends. Can you say venti caramel oat milk macchiato with four pumps of vanilla without cringing?" I raised an eyebrow. "That's not a real drink. Moreover, I'm lactose intolerant."

Leaning back, she pulled the keys from the ignition and opened the door. It was clear to her that something had Dev in a mood, “You okay?” “Yeah, just dragons.” Candy glanced over at Annie, watching as her eyes widened. “Dragons are here?” “Yeah and they’ve put me on the hunt for one of their mates.” Dev said as he moved closer towards the garage exit, breathing in the cool night air. “Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.”

. "With you currently or back home?" Ivan said kneeling to be eye level with Frank's child-like frame. "Well, both actually?" Frank asked bluntly. "You just experienced an episode of PTSD. You've been getting them on and off for the past few months. I don't know what is triggering it but we've been working through them. As for back home..." Ivan looked down to the dirt as if begging the ground to answer for him. "Ivan just says it, I can handle it." Frank said placing his hand on Ivan's shoulder. "We lost contact with them about 6 months ago. The last thing James was able to get to us was not to return until they came for us. So in short it is bad and due to protecting the girls we're stuck