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Told Nick. “Oh auntie's back. No wonder you are so mad, since morning.” Said Maverick and started laughing hard. “I guess that I should call, aunt Marie and ask her to find girls for you, as well.” Said Nick, after which the smile immediately vanished from Maverick's face. “Alright, I got it. I am leaving. By the way, it's about time for our next consignment.” Said Maverick in a serious tone. “Where will it be, this time?” Asked Nick.

Frank said and grinned. Jessica returned to the living room with a cup of coffee and a few extra plates. Adam was in two minds if he should hide the envelopes but he eventually decided against it. Frank gratefully accepted the coffee. The pizza was still warm and there was a lot of it so Adam wouldn't have to prepare snacks for the movies. Jessica put some mac and cheese on a plate for Frank. “What’s got you drinking coffee at ten in the night?” Adam finally asked.

Lisa didn’t know how she could have been so stupid. “I want us to talk,” he said. “And I want to take your order. We don’t get everything we want, Shadow. Now, what can I get you? Or leave,” she said. There was no point in threatening him. There weren’t police at No Wolves Road. It was understood that the surrounding packs would do whatever necessary to protect them. Lisa had lost faith in all of them. Shadow cleared his throat. “A plain black coffee, no sugar.” She rang him up and got him his coffee.

she told him brushing her lips over his. Shadow took the metal shaker and poured the cocktail into the glass, before handing it to her, his head bowed. She accepted it, taking a mouthful, and tugged onto Shadow’s collar so he lifted his head. She leaned down and kissed him. Raven saw Shadow’s throat work as he swallowed the cocktail that she fed him through her kiss. “Thank you, Mistress Vixen,” Shadow murmured when she eased back from the kiss. He returned to the bowed headed posture.

she told him brushing her lips over his. Shadow took the metal shaker and poured the cocktail into the glass, before handing it to her, his head bowed. She accepted it, taking a mouthful, and tugged onto Shadow’s collar so he lifted his head. She leaned down and kissed him. Raven saw Shadow’s throat work as he swallowed the cocktail that she fed him through her kiss. “Thank you, Mistress Vixen,” Shadow murmured when she eased back from the kiss. He returned to the bowed headed posture.

He ordered their Seafood platter as starters, Roast beef, Grilled lamb chops and salad for mains and matching wine and juice to be delivered to Ben's box. Ed and Frank were not in the mood for eating and ordered some sandwiches. Shadow ordered his favorite dish. “You don’t seem affected?” Ed felt that this was unusual. Anything to do with Ben, and Shadow would be the first to be anxious. “I trust my Boss's killer instinct. If he wants to fly to the flame, I will gladly accompany him” Shadow’s eyes were resolute.

he murmured, his thumb rubbing slow, possessive circles against my pulse point. "Always the boss," I countered, my fingers instinctively curling into the soft cotton of his dark shirt to pull him down into my space. Tonight, the corporate phase of our counter-attack was officially entering international waters. The Shadow Council had spent decades using these hidden shipping lines to move their raw chemical supplies across the globe without anyone checking their bills. They hadn't counted on a senior secretary with a biology background using their own automated network to lock down their supply chain from a penthouse five thousand miles away.

She ended up buying a few for herself. James was away buying some drinks when Shadow called. “When will you be back?” he asked her. “Maybe in an hour or so.” she told him. “Are you still at the mall?” he asked her. “Yes. Do you want something?” she asked him. “Yes. You back, safe.” he told her. She giggled. “I will. See you at home. I love you.” She told him. “I love you too.” he told her. “I got your hot coco.” James told her.

The room was elegantly decorated with a touch of rustic charm, adorned with symbols of the Nightwalker Pack. Chandeliers bathed the hall in a warm, golden glow. The long banquet tables were laden with an array of delectable dishes. Exquisite platters of roasted meats, savory stews, and grilled vegetables tempted my appetite. The aroma of various spices and herbs mingled harmoniously, tantalizing the senses. Dessert stations offered an indulgent selection of treats, from luscious chocolate cakes to fruit tarts, creamy pastries, and the cookies Aunt Mary made. There were waitstaff gracefully weaved through the crowd, carrying trays of cocktail glasses.

"The Moon Goddess. A long time ago, it was prophesied that a human with the soul of a shifter will take on the burdens of the pack and once a while, in the face of extreme danger, she would shift to protect those she holds dear. A curse and a gift, if you ask me." Emma tried to process it while the council called for a closed session with assigned duties to everyone in order to get to the root of the matter at hand. Lukas, held Emma's hand to lead her out of the hall as she was lost in the knowledge she has just received. It was indeed a shocking fact for all the parties involved.