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No matter the cost. He loves him, that much is obvious. ******* "Boys!!" The voice of Raya echoed throughout the entire building. *************** TO BE CONTINUED

They couldn't really be of much help here anyway, so she urged them to go back. Maxwell and Maxim didn't complain any further because they had a mission in mind. Max had told them he would stay by Trevor's side, so he trusted them to catch those bastards and make them pay, he wanted them off the surface of the earth! Maxwell and Maxim had been surprised by Max's coldness then, the feeling they had when he spoke to them was as if they had been given an order! Their alphas shivered under Max's command! Maxwell knew that Max was actually stronger than he appeared to be. He had already determined that Max was the strongest Alpha in their family, and now there was no doubt about it!

things could be so different but determined to go back home and fight max till her last breath, she's her father's strong girl , she'll make him proud and nothing else. Maybe the mafia leader has finally fallen for his little bundle of joy and ella gained back her energy to fight even more.Both determined in their own goals,met each other's gaze suddenly .so many emotions are swirling in their eyes for each other but none said a word to break the silence.In their inner turmoil they failed to notice the third unknown person watching them from a far, taking pictures of the surreal view. watching them even from a far anyone can tell the tension going among them but that's not the concern of thi

“Wait, you can speak? I never knew we could speak in our wolf form!” “Some of us have that talent, Maxwell here is one of them, you should know about this, as the new Luna,” Amanda explained to her, while her hand folded into her chest. “Come on Max, you never touch me, maybe because you want to have a taste of the Luna.”

The clock struck five in the morning and Callum finally found one. Moore Family's Second Son, Disowned. Callum clicked the link open but it just sent him to an error page. He went back to the search page and the link was no longer visible. Callum felt a headache coming. He looked at the clock and a groan escaped his throat. He checked his schedule and found that he was free for the day. With a quick text to Keane, Callum finally went to sleep.

I slammed the laptop shut, breathing hard. “Research going well?” Marcus asked quietly, appearing in the doorway. Mom was in the shower, the water running audibly. “Too well,” I snapped. “This project is basically my life now. Hidden tensions. Power imbalances. Sound familiar?” He stepped closer, eyes softening with something like regret mixed with hunger. “We’re navigating it.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. Alex’s name lit up the screen. I grabbed it quickly.

Ryan Lennox. The name alone sent a forbidden thrill through Sean’s veins. Twenty-two years old, majoring in literature with a sharp, rebellious mind that constantly challenged him. Ryan wasn’t just brilliant—he was dangerously magnetic. Lean but athletic from years on the university swim team, with tousled dark hair that fell into hazel eyes full of mischief, and a mouth that curved into smirks far too knowing for his age. He sat in the front row every lecture, legs spread just enough to draw Sean’s gaze, lips parting around thoughtful (or deliberately provocative) questions.

Slow at first, then deeper, one of them holding my head while the other praised me in a rough whisper: “Look at him; such a greedy little slut already.” I was lost in it, spit dripping down my chin, eyes watering, when I heard a new voice cut through the filthy chaos. “Yo, before we really get started…” it was Jax, the tattooed one that was speaking. He was holding a large black duffle bag he’d apparently brought with him. He unzipped it with a wicked grin and pulled out something that made my stomach drop and my hole clench at the same time.

I unpacked my tools, set up my supplies, and threw myself into the work. It felt good to focus on something concrete. Stripping wallpaper, repairing drywall, applying fresh coats of paint. The repetitive nature of it quieted my mind. But it didn't stop me from missing Christopher. On the second day, flowers arrived. The delivery guy seemed confused, checking the address twice before handing me a massive arrangement of white roses. Robin Maximus? he asked. That's me. The card tucked inside read: "Thinking of you. The apartment feels empty without you. - C"