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“Indeed. I have a proposition.” “And does this proposition have anything to do with what my cult and I are working on?” “You could say that.” Alastor glanced into the dark forest. Damien could see nothing but trees and assumed the overlord was simply lost in thought. “My son, as you know, has given up on his kind completely. He has settled down with a woman—soon to start a family, even.” “Disappointing. We had high expectations for him.” Alastor grinned, though there was no amusement in his eyes. “You plan to enslave the human population?”

I looked up at him and sighed. I first met Alister when Quincy wasn’t home. Ten years ago when Yohan was hurt, Maya and Quincy took him to the realm of magic for treatment. At that time Alister came home to meet his son but found me instead. “I’ll overcome it.” I told him and he smiled. “Oh I would love to see that.” He chuckled, “He already has a trauma associated with a human, now you gave him another one.” “What trauma?” That was suspicious. Who gave him trauma? That person better not be alive now or I’ll give them another trauma for hurting my bae!

She found the page she wanted: Lawrence Howthorne Birth – Coldest month 1642 Death -1698 - Human accident with Son's Son Lineage – Unknown Age of first transformation – 13 Year of Mate ceremony – 1668 Mate – Celestria Grey Year of first cub – 1669 Alissa twisted her mouth as she sucked on the inside of her cheeks. There was nothing there she did not already know, she sighed. The age of his first change was extremely young, even for a male. She flicked back to 'A', she remembered a Giles Amber had had a dot next to his name. She found the entry for him

One way or another, his head would roll for his crime against his Luna, my precious flower. Alastor delicately wrapped the paper towel over the syringe and clutched it in his hand, keeping it out of sight for anyone we might pass on the way to Brigid’s cabin. Alastor, Damian, Harriet, and Iris filed out of the house in front of me. I heard their footsteps splash away as they ran down the road trudging through the rain towards Brigid’s cabin. “I’ll murder that slimy son of a bitch.” Zeus was aggressively pacing in my mind.

informed Stavros. “Have you arranged for what I asked you to do?” I asked Stavros, and he nodded. “Who did you send?” “Hazel.” I could see the color that crept to his cheeks at the mention of Hera’s best friend’s name. Hazel was our Gamma, Atlas’ daughter, who fled with us twenty years ago. Her mother, Carol, was an omega, but Gamma Atlas loved her immensely.

Hector stood nearby as well, monitoring Agathus’ condition. “Is he alright?” She asked, approaching the three of them. Hector nodded. “Yes, thankfully”. Alastair straightened up just as he spoke. No longer was he confused and distraught, and left in his wake was a strong man who had plans that must proceed. “No! He- He’s responsible for all the goblin infestations around the Empire! He’s planning a human genocide!” Screamed Darron, who ignored the taunts of his retired Mage and the soldiers that once obeyed his every will, and now threatened him.

This was one of Alastor's many ways of keeping an eye on me. The double doors burst open and in strode the magnificent Trenton. Beta Trenton always waited until after the Alpha's fuck session with me to turn up for supper. “You're late – again,” Alastor roared. “You've been saying this for 12 years now, big brother,” Trenton chuckled. “What did I miss?” His eyes finally found mine as he spoke. “A lot,” Alastor rumbled as he kissed my temple. A low growl escaped Trenton's throat, which made Alastor laugh.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

Synestra’s P.O.V. Lucifer had one of his men lead me to a room, the man looked young maybe just a year or two older than me. He was tall and thin with pale skin and chocolate brown hair. He was an attractive man but in a different way than Damien and Gabe. He was attractive in the most unassuming way. He carried himself with confidence but I could tell by his eyes he wasn't cocky like Damien had been. He had kind eyes. As we walked down the long corridor he chatted aimlessly. I learned his name was Azazel, He had grown up in the palace and was very close friends with Damien.