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he cursed and I closed my eyes, the mate bond intensifying the pain. I had felt physical pain and I had felt this, I would choose the first several times over than to bear this. “You killed an innocent child for your selfish gain. I made the mistake of forgiving time and time again. Your sins are no longer tolerable. You will be punished by the highest order for killing Daphne’s child.” He declared and the people around him cheered in support. “You,” he continued, his tone ice-cold, “are a wicked witch. And you deserve everything that’s coming your way.”

Anotio had to be what had I done? “See…. You are a natural; it would be more appealing if we were fuck buddies… Something tells me I have lots of talent I'm waiting to explore; too bad you are a damned offpsring of my brothers, Classless, shameless... useless. His words were like venom, piercing me in the worst places; my fingers itched to strike Him, to jab the pen into his eye to pluck out an eyeball. But unlike Erebus, who had done nothing, I couldn't hit this bastard; I dared not, as a matter of fact. The monster had watched me in pain, and had left me… He kissed my temples… He told me goodnight and then he laughed… an agonising laugh that made me want to die all over from shame.

He had a devilish smirk on his face, his eyes never left mine, and his hands, the damn hands that had squeezed my core traveled up and removed the button revealing his hard chest. I gave him wry smile looking at his bare chest. "Can I know what is actually going on?" Of course I already knew. This man was teasing me or flirting with me. It is still a wonder for a man like him looking for a girl like me. Zane Wilde reeked of wealth, heredity, good looks, and God knows what else. He probably just wanted to have his way with me and then discard me like a tissue in a dust bin. "Your interview," he answered simply. "Lay on the desk."

I whispered, "It was... It belongs to someone very special, she's— not around right now," "I am sorry... Maybe I shouldn't—" "No, it's ok... Trust me," Slipping the elastic band down my wrist, I gathered my hair in my palms in a low ponytail, wrapping it around a few times to shorten the length. "If you see W.I.K.D" Al began to speak, lowering the hat on my head, tucking under whatever loose ends I missed, "Run." "I am not afraid of the wicked," "Wicked?" "Yea, pick that up from a friend,"

the stupid good for noting said as i shifted for the first time ,passing through excruciating pains and torment ,finally i was a large gray wolf ,feeling so big and powerful ,with those sharp claws that deceived me . "So who would you like to hurt first" he asked with so much guts and confidence ,like he could hurt a fly ,making me fall cheaply for his tricks ,i guess i just wanted to be like my friend Marcus who have already shifted since he was much younger . "Alexandra" i said ,with so much hate and despise in me , "Perfect, it doesn't matter what he did we'll just shrewd him to tiny pieces lone " making me grin at the back of his head .

"But I'll give you credit...You are impressive..." He opened his mouth to speak but she began to speak again. "I mean, it sounds spectacular that you realized you would be going to jail soon for murdering eleven men and you decided to buy your way out of your crime by creating this whole fictional world of werewolves and unhuman creatures. Tell me, are they witches too? Vampires? You know, I love Vampires. You know what I think? You have a severe case of rabies and I'm going to phone animal control right now…”

Could she ask to fire him immediately? Leon’s eyes narrowed as he watched her as though knowing what ran across her mind. She coughed, clearing her throat and smiled, “Yes, I think he does fit the description for the work. I hope you can be welcomed here, Mr. Wickedhem.” “There is no need for the formality, milady. You can call me as Leon,” said the demon smoothly, too smoothly to come across as charming even. “Also, as long as you are glad to accept me, I will make myself a home here.”

The best has yet to come. Their prince resembled the prince of hell very closely, right about now. They could actually feel goosebumps prickling and rising along their skins just by looking at him. Their prince. They knew he was strong, but they had absolutely no idea he was this powerful. Never in their wildest dreams would they have thought he could be stronger than the greatly feared half-blooded Werewolves who were supposed to be the strongest of all. How? Why? When did the prince became this powerful? Or… was he already always this formidable?

Instead, she threw the same gaze at the guy, not bothered he was towering over her, with her face only reaching up to the man’s chest. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe tell her the truth. Because one way or another, she’s going to find out what happened once they put her on trial.” She rolled her eyes at him. This infuriated Duncan more, but was quick to clench his fist to stop himself from doing anything. He understood it was not worth wasting his time, instead; he thought of something else. His frown turn in an annoying grin, leaning down on the girl. “Yes, tell the outsider she’s probably turning to a werewolf. Now that is something more realistic.”

Kitty was still stuck in her head, not realizing anything that was taking place. “Just shut up and don't move, you slut!” He picked up some deer meat and shoved it down her face, telling her to eat it all. Meadow’s eyes got teary and the wicked wolf laughed. He then circled her, admiring her body. He cupped her ass. “So thick,” he licked his lips. Meadow almost lost her footing. Her mate was gorgeous and powerful. That was obvious. But he was evil. She could smell it. But why couldn't she see that last night that Ezekiel wasn't a good wolf?