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Kevin stopped, hesitated, and took out his phone. Back in the Home for Sol, Xenon waş standing at the balcony of his study, watching the storm, smoking absent-mindedly. The scene of thè little girl struggling to save her in the snow and the the image of her worried look with tearful eyes and red nose kept repeating in his head. He remembered her shouting desperately at him, "Hold on! Stay with me!" He was badly injured then, and he was slowly losing his consciousness. He could barely remember what she looked like, but somehow he could still see the tear-shaped mole at the

It is a miracle that she has not spoken about this. “You are in denial, but you can’t go on like this forever. Xaden is the rightful heir to the throne. He will have his wolf one day and there is nothing you can do to stop him from returning. I won’t even mention leaving Alpha Xael to live with the guilt of thinking he caused his death. Oh, and keeping Xylon away from him.” I flash her a smile. I knew that she would eventually break her silence. Anyone else would get on my nerves, but Storm has always been like this.

"You are stronger than this. You can weather any storm." Slowly, gradually, the storm began to subside, the winds whispering their secrets as they faded into silence. The rain softened to a gentle patter, a soothing melody that echoed Aunt Cleo's words of wisdom. And as Aqua's sobs quieted, her pendant dimmed, its glow waning as her powers ebbed back into the depths of her soul. With a heavy heart and a weary soul, Aqua nodded to her aunt, acknowledging her guidance with a soft smile. "Thank you, Aunt Cleo," she murmured, her voice a whisper against the fading echoes of the storm.

Two questions. And both of them… eventually lead back here. Which means it’s only a matter of time before Damon comes knocking. “I was thinking you back me up with your warriors, and we finish this once and for all,” Xaden says. “If we don’t, Damon will eventually trace everything back to you, funding my coup, the weapons… all of it. And when he does, he won’t come alone. He’ll come for you. For us. So we strike now, while he’s still digging.”

The rogues definitely didn’t want the confrontation and I watched in amazement as they quickly dispersed, picking up the body of their fallen comrade. Xaden continued to glare at them, only shifting back to normal when they were all gone. He looked over at me and drew me close for a warm embrace. He stroked my hair and held my chin up, planting a gentle kiss on my lips. I leaned into him and kissed him passionately. I clutched tightly to the safety of his presence

“You’re reacting because you’re close to heat.” The words landed like a blade. Zade stiffened. “No.” “You are,” Xander said calmly. “Your scent is unstable. Suppressants are thinning out. And every time you’re near me, it spikes.” Zade’s throat went dry. “That doesn’t mean anything.” “It means everything,” Xander replied. “You’re a fake Omega pretending to be an Alpha in a place designed to destroy real ones. And now Ironclad is watching you because you couldn’t stay silent.”

It was like raw energy tearing through flesh. Drake gritted his teeth and pushed despite the pain. He was doing it for the innocent people in the kingdom, their men fighting for peace and most especially for Elaina. She had so much potential and he wasn't going to let her die when he could do something about it. The courtyard trembled as the storm above tightened further, spiraling faster and louder. Lightning struck in relentless succession, each bolt feeding the staff still planted at Xavier’s feet. Xavier continued chanting, eyes closed now, fully surrendered to the spell. He was placed in a trance so he was completely unaware of his surroundings.

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching like he already knew how this would end. They cleared the floor. I told myself not to look too interested. Not to look terrified. Not to stare at Alex like he still owned pieces of my soul. …Too late. They faced each other like storms about to collide. Xaden moved first—quick, controlled, trained. His fists were pure muscle memory. Clean, lethal strikes. It was a fistfight, nothing more. But they were werewolves, and nothing about it felt simple. But Alex? Alex was a force of nature.

Jumping on one of the undead, I tore his head clean off his shoulder before going to the next one. Fuck! I had forgotten how fast these things were. Without wasting time, I transform into Onyx. She is a beast compared to werewolves, but that is a good advantage. Xavier was having difficulty with them, so the majority of the workload fell on me and Nolan. After a while, I was beginning to get tired. They just kept coming and coming. Like there was an endless source that was spiting them out. I never get this tired this quickly, but then again, I used to depend on my powers for energy supply. I continue fighting. Ripping and clawing, beheading, then repeating the same process again.

'Very well, let's do this, let's get this over with, but remember, I have the power to control minds, and I will be able to access all their deepest fears and worries they will never be able to hide from me, and they will respect me. Kaiden pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately, making desire explode in my core as he whispered. 'I am going to fuck you senseless after this ceremony is over.' I can feel his hard cock growing in his pants, sending fire through my body, but then he steps back and holds his hand out to Matty, who hands him the ancient ceremonial knife. 'I, Alpha Kaiden, mix my blood with yours, Luna Dakota, thereby making you a full member of the Midnight Eclipse Pac