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“Or are you just that stupid you can’t---!” Damn, this man was never going to let me finish an insult! My rib broke under the onslaught of blows, and I was finding it harder and harder to breathe. But still, I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed… I mean--- This was THE Blackwood Pack! The biggest and strongest pack in the south, with so much money they could use it like freaking toilet paper! Alpha Christian Blackwood was infamous for how he led his pack with an iron fist, and he was rumored to be absolutely ruthless and a coldhearted bastard. But I must say, that if everything he’d done to me so far was his worse…

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At least it wouldn’t look at me with disgust. As I rested at the log close to me, after a long day run, a twig cracked behind me. I froze. It was fear laced with agony. Another step. Heavy. Deliberate. This kind was not that of a rogue. Not a bear either. I saw the far figure of a frame, looking much like a man. I turned just as the scent hit me, it was lavender and smoke. “Running away already, little Omega?” Jackson Blackwood stepped into view, his grin too wide, too white under the moonlight. He was Volvo’s cousin.

The dark clouds hung ominously over Silverwood Falls as Samuel and I prepared for our next mission. With the newfound support of several council members, we had a sliver of hope. But we needed concrete evidence to expose Gabriel Blackwood and his twisted plans. Our target: Blackwood Enterprises. Disguised in maintenance uniforms, we approached the imposing building. It was a stark contrast to the quaint, rustic feel of Silverwood Falls—glass and steel, a modern fortress amidst the wilderness. Samuel and I exchanged a glance, our determination mirrored in each other's eyes. We had to succeed.

Habit pulls at her fingers and she adjusts her glasses… The pressure is immediate. A hand settles on her thigh. It doesn't squeeze. It doesn't move. It simply claims the space, his palm searing through the fabric of her dress. Her breath catches. She stills, her pen hovering mid-word. “Mr. Ashcroft,” she murmurs, her voice a ghost of a sound. He doesn't look at her. His attention remains fixed on the market projections, his jaw relaxed, his posture unchanged. “This,” Mr. Blackwood says, “is the AX-9.”

Hazel's POV The next morning, Lydia burst into my office. "Hazel! I did some research on the Blackwood family last night," she said, waving a stack of papers. "This Rhys Blackwood is a living legend in the supernatural world!" "And most importantly," Lydia lowered her voice, " Rhys was known for never working with new, small firms. The fact that he's even 'considering' us means you must have been incredible last night!" "You think we have a shot?"

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Just what I need! I would have immediately assumed that he had followed me here to confront me, had he not had company. Shady- looking, crepy as hell company. Mr Blackwood was slanting into the counter by the bar, a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked ragged, like a white- collar psychopath in those work slacks and untucked shirt which was almost unbuttoned all the way. He looked really pissed and to be in a murderous mood, but he had nothing on the villainous hunk next to him. The man was large, his bulging muscles were out of this world frightening, both his arms were covered in tattoos, so was the back of his bald head.. the most notable tattoo was one of a black widow which extended f

She spat, her eyes glinting with darkness as she spoke. “I have remained quiet because of that witch did to me, all those years ago,” She said, her tone growing colder, and I could feel the temperature of the room dropping with her tone. Vivian’s dark expression when she spoke about them made my stomach churn. The Blackwoods. I always knew there was some bad blood between us. They shared a history with us. A very bad one. One that I had no idea of. But I knew one thing—the Blackwoods were involved in our bankruptcy three years ago. But whatever feud we shared—that had started a long time before that.

She needed to sever the connection, to destroy the darkness before it consumed them all. But then, there was a shift—a tremor in the air that wasn’t from the earth itself. The ground beneath them cracked open with a deafening roar, and a figure emerged from the depths of the fissure, its presence filling the space with an overwhelming sense of dread. Clara’s blood ran cold as she saw the twisted shape rise from the depths, its form towering and spectral—Varethkaal. The ancient force that had haunted WildWood for centuries, now fully manifested, its essence stretching far beyond anything Clara had ever anticipated. His face was a twisted mockery of humanity, a gargoyle-like mask of bone and s