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I watched his eyes meet with Lyle’s. “Yes, he insisted on finishing his conversation with you.” Lyle groaned. “Who is Ivan?” I asked. “Ivan is someone who works directly for me. His alliance isn’t with the kingdom but with me. He isn’t bound to lycan law and can do things that others can’t because of it. He is a werebear who gave his life to me for saving him. He is a bit rough around the edges but a good guy overall.” “As long as you don’t get too close.” Lyle snorted.

Sonny was naked, curled up in the center of the cage. Standing opposite him was a Russian brute over two meters tall and weighing more than three hundred pounds called Ivan. “Ladies and gentlemen! For tonight’s appetizer, we have Soft-Bone Sonny versus Ivan the Siberian Hungry Wolf!” The manic voice from the loudspeaker echoed through the arena. Behind me, Vincent and Carmela were seated in chairs, both bound tightly with iron chains. Vincent’s severed hand was wrapped messily in gauze. Carmela’s lips were swollen grotesquely, thick black stitches piercing through flesh.

he started advancing on Dean but the man stood his ground. “Hey……Hey…. assholes, this is not the right forum. Jared, you shouldn’t have talked to him like that. He is also human and he has his weaknesses but the good thing was that he realized it before it was too late. Come on guys, we should be celebrating that we have found Isaac. Cool down” Ivan had no option but to plead

said Ival surprisingly when he met Honey Bone personally. “Yes, do you have a problem?!” answered honey Bone to him coldly. “Not. Nothing, I’m just one of your fan, I’m glad that you’re in my side, and we work team up to exterminate the insect family.” Replied Ival to her. “Is that so? I’m not closed to anyone, remember that even if we will work together for this mission, I can able to kill you in an instant with your wrong move! Much better not to talk to me! Understood?!” said Honey Bone to him terrifyingly.

Ivara's POV The courtyard beyond Kael's gates was lit by torches carried by a dozen Ashveil warriors, and at the front of them, still dressed in traveling leathers streaked with dust from days of hard riding, stood Draven. He looked thinner than I remembered, his eyes ringed with exhaustion, and for one unwanted moment, my chest ached at the sight of him despite everything he had done. "Ivara." My name left his mouth like something he had been holding in for weeks, raw and desperate. "You are alive."

Calm. The doors creaked again. When I turned my head, my breath stopped. A tall man walked in. His clothes were clean, his hair neat. His face looked calm—too calm. Ivar. His ear was whole again. There wasn’t a single mark on him. He smiled—a small, dangerous smile. His eyes met mine. And my heart stopped.

But Mane didn’t look like he had any intention of taking this fight seriously. “He may be a genius, but he’s too arrogant,” Black Hand shook his head with a dissatisfied look on his face. “Is that what you think?” Ivor suddenly appeared between the two Orange Team members and asked. His sudden appearance startled the two; and it was especially so for Black Hand. Black Hand was an assassin, yet even he didn’t sense Ivor when he approached. If it wasn’t for the fact that Ivor said a few words, he wouldn’t have realised that the big man was no longer at his initial position!

After that, he didn't have the same person, Break Bone Human contacted, didn't think that they were still there, except that, there were also some strange bamboo body monks. "Walter great man, your hair, your legs, how are you?" Someone suddenly saw Tadhg Walter, immediately there was a bitter taste in the nose, the heart and the needle felt like a trembling sound of a few steps forward. "Walter great man, what happened to your leg? Who did it?" Break Bone Human carries a hint of murderous intent, and at the same time, it is also somewhat terrifying, for Tadhg Walter his strength is too obvious, at least there is no chance that there will be an opponent in the same rank as a monk, that is.

He uttered, recognizing the tattoos on Ivar’s neck. Jed gulped down and looked up, searching for Alpha Prince Kael but the latter was far gone, away with his rogue mate. . . . Jones ran to the forest carrying nothing but the fears implanted in his body. Behind him, his dead companions remained. General Ivar, the leader of their mission, was gone. He was killed by someoneーthat man who wore a black cloak and fought like a beast even withour shifting. Who was he? Jones, a beta warrior, could feel he wasn't an ordinary man. If so, who was he and why was he helping that rogue woman?

I was exasperated and sat on the sofa, my mind working gears on what to do next. "How about Conrad? He's a great person, and I trust him. Maybe he can help us." My eyes grew wide as I remembered the type of person Conrad was, but my anticipation immediately dissolved when I saw the disgust on Ivar's face. "The prince from last time? I don't know what you see in that prince, but trust me; he is not the kind of person that he paints himself to be.–" I looked at Ivar, confused. What was he talking about? Conrad was a kind person.