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One that just needed a little push to put him in higher spirits. After we'd demolished the entire thing, Noir had talked softly about his time in Milan, about what he actually did for the Black Rose. He was their information specialist, the one who could hack into anything, find anyone, make people disappear from databases like they'd never existed and he was also the guy to torture information out of people and tie up loose ends whenever Lorenzo wanted the ends messy. I knew that much from what I'd witnessed. He spoke about it freely with me, and I listened without judgement. I seemed to have begun developing an immunity for illegal shit.

Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin. Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?” Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered. “Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out. “Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.

he continued, his voice tightening just slightly, “who the fuck just dropped you off with a fucking Lamborghini? Because I don’t remember when you started having rich friends.” My pulse spiked. Noah. The name echoed in my head like a warning siren. If I say the name… this will explode. “I don’t have to tell you anything,” I shot back quickly, my voice sharper than I intended. “The same way you didn’t tell me about the girl that came with her friends to challenge me at your game weeks ago.” His expression didn’t change. “You and I are not the same,” he said, his tone sharp and steady. “I am Tony Blackwood. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

Noah suddenly tugged Liam’s⁠ sleeve softly. “Ca⁠n‌ we really go home now?” Liam looked down at him immediately, expression softening fast. ⁠“Yeah, buddy.” No⁠t kid. ⁠ Not child. Da‌n⁠iel sa‍w it. And the look‍ on his face darkened immediately. Because for the first time‍, he real‍ized some‍thin‌g terrifying. Liam Blackwell a‌lready loved Noah like he was his own son.

Luckily, his parents always encouraged him and thought him to be stronger; which made the twenty-one-years old-Noah a formidable fighter even if he was an omega. *** It was a peaceful night at the Black River. You can clearly hear the murmur of the stream flowing in the river, the sounds of cricket chirping happily toward each other, and the sound of owl tu-whit tu-whoo harmoniously under the full moon. Yes, it was a perfectly peaceful night at the Black River, until the sound of clanking weapons from the two Luna destroyed the peace. With a vicious sneer plastered on her face, Brianna Violet aggressively shot her nail to her opponent from a distance. But Noah saw it coming and deflected it

As soon as Alpha heard it, he stood up and glared at Franklin. "That's hilarious. What if Franklin just made it, and it was not from Andrea? She will not entrust the pack to a lowlife werewolf like him," Alpha Homer said as he pointed his finger to Franklin. Both Franklin and Andrea clenched their fists. Alpha Homer is known for looking down at somebody's life. Even when he was still a Beta, he secretly looked down to all the poor werewolf that the former Alpha helped. "I know well the way the Lopez family make and choice of font as well as their signature design. So, I can say that this letter was from Lady Andrea," president Nicolas said while seriously looking at Alpha Homer. Alpha Homer

I must have been thirteen and still figuring out my feels for Landon. I turn back around, as I hear the click of the door. Landon stared at me, eyes no longer that warm brown colour I love, but cold and coal black. I have never seen him like this, but I have heard that Alpha's can get angry. This was more unnerving, because I could see the livid anger brewing under his skin.

he said with a small smile on his face that immediately faded once he saw my facial expression. "No I meant, I wanted to offer you a job, now that I heard you've been fired it's just right timing" he blurted out quickly and nervously , playing with the end of his blazer, boring holed into the side walk. His hand went into his blazer and he pulled out a white card, handing it over to me and I hesitantly took it. My eyes fell on the words "BLACK EMPIRE" written boldly in gold cursive.

“You almost burned him alive.” The man swallowed. “I didn’t know he’d be in the car. I was only given a plate number to work with” That snapped something in me. I slammed my hand down so hard the table rattled. “WHO SENT YOU?” His resolve shattered. “Joe,” he blurted. “Joe Blackwood. He said—he said if I didn’t do it, he’d kill my sister.” Noah didn’t react. I did. My vision tunneled. “Say that again.”

His inner beast is completely consumed by anger, roaring loudly at the stone walls, "That absolute bastard stray ruined everything with one single move! My pack lost it all today!" Noah's death did not bother his cold heart at all. His mind had already planned to sacrifice that weak pawn anyway the second Lydia started suspecting the senior executives. What infuriated his blood was how incredibly close his own name had come to being exposed to the guards. If his hands had not taken the massive risk of attacking Noah's head against the table, his body would probably be facing a life sentence inside the Blackfang Citadel right now. "Lydia might be smart, but with my backer's secret strategy, m