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His confidence oozed out of him, he had the ability to changes someone’s mind with one word or look. “Archer?” The nickname Archer had come from his sharp rifle skills. All through his military career, he had been the number one marksman in his unit. When he transferred to the ETT he maintained his target precision and the nickname that came with it. “Nothing. Just thinking.” He replied to Johnson. Archer ran his hand through his hair, resting his elbows on his camouflaged covered knees. He interlocked his fingers, his chin resting on the crook of his knuckles. Johnson observed his comrade, Archer’s legs fidgeted disconcertingly which he only did when he was racking his brain for a solution

He clenched his teeth, knuckles white, veins jumping in his jaw, eyes wild. “Lower your weapon, warrior!” came the shout from the high stands. He still hesitated, and seeing that coward’s panic-stricken face gave him a vicious, bloody satisfaction. “I won’t say it again! Lower your weapon and identify yourself, or you’ll be disqualified and arrested!” Archer decided it was the Goddess’s call today, and killing him this easy would be too kind. He’d find a thousand ways to tear him apart, piece by piece. Archer stepped back from the body on the sand, lowering his sword.

I responded with a smile to the stranger. "Greetings, I am Alpha Alexander from the Evergreen Pack; I would appreciate a dance if it's okay with you," he said, and I frowned. He hailed from a different area. Why was he present here?

I need the element of surprise to have a hope’s prayer of winning, so I fake like I mean to go left, but actually go right. Yet before I can even wind up for my jab, Archer moves so fast, I don’t even see him move. Next thing I know, I’m on the floor with the wind knocked out of me. Archer stands over me, chest heaving, eyes filled with unbridled fury. It takes me a long moment to catch my breath. When I do, I’m absolutely furious.

All four of them. My pulse immediately spikes. Apparently public humiliation wasn’t enough for me today. Now I had to do this while being perceived by the terrifyingly attractive supernatural elite. My gaze instantly catches on Archer. He’s standing beside the claw symbol with his arms crossed over his chest, expression hard and unreadable. He seems even more cold and distant than he was a few hours ago. Like the thing that happened between us earlier never happened at all. Which honestly should make me feel relieved. Instead it annoys me. What’s his reasoning for being so cold. I immediately shove that thought away.

“I don’t.” He smiled. “No matter how you found out, you’re not leaving today.” He took out a rope and tied me up. Despair swallowed me whole. I cursed myself for being stupid. I had already been betrayed by Lily once in my previous life, yet I still trusted her again. Tears streamed down my face. Just as Jackson raised a knife and swung it toward me, Lily’s scream came from outside. The door was kicked open. Several people rushed in and restrained Jackson.

Among them Archer was the first one to have a child that made them all interested in his new daughter. Archer thought back to the scenes this afternoon. Her flashed embarrassed face was still engraved in his mind. What should he tell his friends? That he felt attracted to his adopted daughter because he hadn't got laid for sometimes now?

definitely going to see her best friend at my office also known as my assistant, Nina. I turned to look at the dashing man before me. “To what do I owe this pleasant visit, sir?” I asked, trying to keep my tone very serious. Being the playful idiot he was... and I mean that without malice, he settled right into character. “Why, I'm here to see my fiancée who happens to work for you, ma'am.” He declared, but even as he did, his arms still managed to snake around my waist, pulling me towards him.

Archer stood over him, his fists clenched, his expression twisted in a mixture of rage and determination. My stomach churned at the sight of Archer's white shirt, stained crimson with blood, the fabric clinging to his muscular frame. His hair was dishevelled, his normally composed demeanour replaced by a raw intensity that sent shivers down my spine. He looked like a man possessed, a force of nature unleashed upon the world. My mind raced with a flurry of emotions, my heart torn between fear for Jason's safety and a desperate desire to calm the storm raging within Archer. "Archer, don’t kill him," I finally said, my voice barely audible, "Stop this. You're hurting him."

I wonder who all these people are, even though they were few I wondered who they were. But I only saw him. Archer. Standing tall at the front, dressed in a black suit, a simple silver ring glinting between his fingers. His dark hair was slicked back, and his face was unreadable calm, cold, as if he hadn’t destroyed me a hundred times over. As if he hadn't regarded me as a slut last night and used my body to his satisfaction. Our eyes locked. I expected something. A flicker of guilt. A hint of shame. But there was nothing. Nothing. It broke something inside me all over again.