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My bond with Rae had depth the command pathways didn’t possess, layered with the mate connection, her wolf, my wolf, the claim between us and everything that had grown around it. Whatever was developing among the command wolves hadn’t made our relationships interchangeable. It had simply made them more direct. Rae studied my face. “You’ve been awake for ten minutes and you’ve already turned last night into a research project.” “The attraction isn’t the question.” Her eyebrows rose. “I know that was mine.” Across from me, Brax became suspiciously quiet. I ignored him.

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

My name is Rava Wolf, I'm an Omega, I'm a fourteen years old girl, who had no shelter over her head and was abducted from her pack, seven years ago, when the rogues invaded and almost wiped out all of us and pulled me away from my parents and I don't even know how their faces look like, neither do I remember them or my pack's name, where I came from or who I was. All I knew was that I was kidnapped and the kids that I came here with were all killed and I kept seeing new faces thrown in this slammer, every day of my life, probably because I hid in the shadows a lot or my power hasn't yet ripped, that's why I wasn't noticed. "Mom,' a little girl cried. "I'm scared, please let's go home, I don'

“You slept well? ” “Barely.” I admitted. “My wolf had... opinions.” That earned the faintest curve of Calder’s mouth. Maddox exhaled through his nose, something like amusement flickering through the bond. The door didn’t slam open, but it might as well have. Rafe. He stopped dead in the doorway, eyes flicking once over the bed, the positioning, the scent that hadn’t fully faded yet. Then his jaw tightened. “So.” he said evenly. Too evenly. “That answers a lot of my questions.”

"Who?" "Well..." Now it gets tricky. I probably shouldn't promise Ryland's services until I talk to him. There's a small chance he'll say no, but at the same time Clare might have concerns about his past. "He used to play soccer in England, but he's in San Francisco for a while. Ryland Bates. He's a forward." I rush to get it out in as few sentences as possible. I ignore the fact he might leave any day. Maybe the chance to help out inner city kids will get him to stick around longer... not that I'm doing this for myself or anything. Definitely not.

If I have another, I'll never hear the end of it from Roxie. As I wait for the drinks, someone else comes up to the bar. When I look up, I find it's Luca's next youngest brother, Raphael - or Rafe, as his family usually calls him. Rafe is pretty darn different from his older brothers. While Dante and Luca are opposites in terms of temperament, they're both polished when it comes to their public personas. Rafe, on the other hand, is the black sheep of the family. With his shaved head and tattoos, he looks more like he belongs in a motorcycle gang than in Hollywood's royal family. And he's definitely forging his own career path - though he's done some acting like everyone else in his family, h

] Rafa told his Half, turning back to their Omega he continued. "On this day I Reject you as my one true Fated pair-" His words had barely left his lips when Colleen barged into the room screaming for him to stop. Rafa turned away briefly from Xiher to meet Colleen's frame at his door, the other Betas standing with him. Ignoring them once again, Rafa turned into his room to seal his Rejection but found emptiness where Caleb once sat. He looked around the room but found nothing. He spent nearly hours running around his Pack but in the end, there was no sign of the god. He was gone.

] I closed the email because some men needed to be fought with silence or bullets, and California had too many regulations for the second option. A black crayon moved aggressively beside me. I glanced over. Gabby was drawing one long vertical line with two small legs underneath it. “What’s that?” “Rafa Lemon.” The man in the picture took up almost the entire page. His head was round, his hair black like an angry cloud, his body a long black rectangle, and his arms reached almost to his knees. There was a pink crown on his head. Very small. Too small even by four-year-old proportions. “Why is he wearing a crown?” Al asked.

He's here for god's sake! "Who's that, babe?" I heard Ria. "It's Raphaela, babe. She said she wants to go home." "Hmm. Why don't you fetch her?" "Is it okay with you?" I bit my lower lip. Ria's really lucky to have Royal. How I wished all boys were like him. He's so gentleman and everything you ever wanted to be with for the rest of your life. "What?" Ria chuckled. "It's okay, babe. I know she's your responsibility."

Then, without looking up, “He’s settling in.” Tim looked at him. “What?” “Daniel,” Rafe said, still looking at his folder. “He’s settling in. He went out with Leo yesterday without any resistance. He’s working. He pushed back at you about the security and you told him things you don’t tell people.” He turned a page. “He’s settling in and you’re letting him.” Tim looked at him steadily. “Your point.” Rafe looked up. “My point is that Webb is moving and you have pushed two important meetings and you spent thirty seconds looking at a mood board on someone’s laptop yesterday.” He held Tim’s gaze. “That’s my point.”