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Alaric’s men surged forward to intervene, but a sharp glance from him froze them in their tracks. “Stand back!” Alaric ordered. Viktor was feral. He was on top of Alaric, punching erratically, his knuckles splitting and painting Alaric’s pale face red. His eyes were no longer as I remembered; they were unstable as he fought with the desperation of a man who had already lost everything. For a heartbeat, it looked like Viktor was actually gaining control. He was landing hits that should have broken any normal man. But Alaric just smiled through the blood.

His face was completely devoid of color, his dark eyes burning with a terrifying, absolute promise of vengeance. Victor Hale had realized his legal corporate trap was broken. He was dropping the facade of boardrooms and court injunctions, stepping into the dark where the real, dangerous climax of Arc 2 was waiting for us. "Get in the car, Nora," Damien whispered softly against my hair, his arms holding me tight against the cold rain. "It's time to finish this."

he said, his voice a dangerous whisper, “was never part of my pack.” I could feel his breath against my lips; it was hot, controlled, and far too close. The world tilted. My chest tightened. Then his scent hit me—smoke, cedarwood, and something sharp, almost intoxicating. It filled the air between us. I hated that I noticed it. I hated how it pulled me closer. “Axnarr!” His voice cracked like thunder. The door burst open. Two guards rushed in, blades drawn. “Take her,” Viktor said, his tone cold and final. “Slaughter her.”

Stars danced in my vision. I gasped, clawed. “LEAVE ME!” I choked. And then—chaos. Guards stormed in. Torches flared. Shouts filled the dungeon. They tore him from me, chained him again. But his eyes? They never left mine. And his words— “I will ruin you… in ways you’ve never imagined.” They sank into my bones. I stumbled out, chest heaving. But my lips curled. Because now… I had woken him. And Xavier Rheon Valerian was mine to burn.

Xavier left the room, as he disappeared out from the room, his secret power was to teleport, which no one knows of, and with a light breeze blowing on his body, he founded himself in the Vault Village, he wore a dark cloak, to disguise himself, the cloak made him look quite dangerous, using the map, he entered into a lonely street, which was covered by human bones, he gasped, the witches had gone quite to far, dumping bodies on the road, he continued walking, as he walked, he couldn't find anyone in the street, so empty, just then, he saw a white door, the building looked quite homey with a white paint, decorating it, he snorted, a perfect disguise for a black witch, no one would believe tha

Irina stated. “All right, all right, give me a minute,” she replied. Cyrille, perplexed, checked the XNN news to find out what Irina was up to. “Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. Howe

The archon alpha snarled, “Don’t show me that infernal book that keeps giving you baseless ideas. I took you in my pack because I thought you were inquisitive and wanted to contribute to the pack’s survival, not spew random theories.” Her voice was beginning to rise yet again and Dominic feared that her wolf would show up again. As such, he tried to calm her down. Dominic put himself in between them and spoke in a gentle voice, “At least, listen to what he says archon. There is no harm in reading a page or two.” Hearing him, Valencia snatched the book while staring daggers at her omega and went back to the bed, depositing the book with a loud thud that made Freyge wince.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

***WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT. PLEASE READ AT YOUR DISCRETION. THANK YOU.*** --- ARIA AKA RED The soft, tantalising, caressing of his lips over mine, has my body humming and I still can not believe that I'm about to get fucked by Artemis Volkov. I can sense how hot and moist his throbbing cock feels against the slit of my sex. As he continues to swallow my cries of arousal, the need to be consumed by him, and my desire for him to love me...

“What will happen when people figure out that there’s magic in your blood?” I asked, my voice equally as calm as his... The alpha took a deep swig of his cigarette, blowing out the steam of smoke. It condensed in the humid summer air, carrying the scent of arsenic and nicotine towards me, making my nose itch… “Honestly, I don’t care,” Victor replied, dropping the cigarette stump and squishing it with his foot. “But if Ryan – the real one! – comes back…” He grinned, his wicked smile flashing his white canines. “Give me a hauler, will you? I want to see the two of you fight it out. Especially considering you stole his mate!”