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She warned me. “How can I? You’re supposed to be the godmother! How will I do anything without you?” I joked. “Fuck no!” Archer interjected. “There’s no way in hell that I’d let an assassin be my little one’s godmother!” He exclaimed. What?! “And what about the father then? Isn’t he going to be an assassin too?” I raised an eyebrow at him. Gotcha! “That’s… That’s an exception!” He pouted. As if!

"You have my attention. Speak." The Rogue lifted his head. His face was gaunt, his hair matted, but his eyes... they were a brilliant, electric blue. They were the eyes of an Alpha. "My name is Bastien Archer," he said, his voice carrying clearly across the silent yard. A ripple of shock went through the pack. Even Liam stiffened. "Archer?" Liam repeated, skepticism coloring his tone. "The Archer line is dead. They were slaughtered sixteen years ago." "Not all of them," Bastien said, rising slowly to his feet. "My father was Raphael Archer. Alpha of the Basilisk Pack."

Familiar. The prophecy. The same one that had dogged my steps since I was a girl too sharp-tongued and too strange for her coven. The one I had tried to outrun when I chose love over lineage, war over silence. It had always been there. But now it had a heartbeat. A name. Archer. "They think fate is something you can pass like a crown," I whispered. "Like inheritance. But fate is not gold. It's a blade." His lips curled in something almost like a smile, though it was bitter and laced with iron. "Then let them learn we raised a weapon."

Anyways, the fear of having to spar with him got my head back into the game and it made me remember one simple fact— I was a trained archer. Everyone in my previous pack— the Moon Viper— was trained in archery the moment they clocked five irrespective of their rankings. It was a known fact that everyone from the Moon Viper pack was exceptionally trained in archery. And as luck would have it, I was the second-best archer after the Alpha but since they counted me to be irrelevant, they gave that title to the Luna instead. I didn't care though. As long as it meant people got off my back. I wasn’t a fan of too much attention either.

she said through gritted teeth, her composure shattering. Archie turned back slowly, shrugging her hand off. “Well,” he said calmly, “there’s a first time for everything.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “You sure about that?” she asked softly. “Because if you refuse, I might just tell everyone that you’re a pervert.” Archie’s expression didn’t change, but his jaw clenched. “Oh, don’t give me that look,” Elsa went on, her voice dropping into a sly whisper. “Archie Quinn, heir to the Frostfang Pack, secretly watches girls. Sounds scandalous, doesn’t it?”

JASPER I shuffled my hand through the cold congealed lasagna. Fully used to it and ones far more worse than this, I ought to have finished it but not when my mind was going through a tough time of indecision. “Hand it over in case you’re too emotionally down to eat. I shall finish it up for you, the pleasure is mine.” My eyes tore across the cell, and there he was, flashing his blackened tooth at me. Archer is a bastard. He toys with me without fail even though he knew I was always fully ready to beat him to stupor like every other time.

Living the rest of his days with his son. Avery learnt the hard way; the real victim of the Archer’s household atrocities, the one who didn’t care for revenge and just watched in silence, tired and yet frustrated. Which is why she understood while Arden reclaimed his name and stuck with Hawthorne, the same with Everett and Evelyn, but Avery decided to stick with Archer, not just for Ian but because it felt like the last connection she had to Finn, the one who raised her despite knowing she was another man’s child. Arden was silent as he quietly laid down the white chrysanthemums he finally had the chance to put on Reid Hawthorne’s grave while they all silently watched him clean the stone sla

"That's what you don't understand. He wasn't a fan. He wasn't an assassin. He didn't have a weapon drawn when he entered the master pavilion. He walked into my home like an auditor walking into a bankrupt retail store." Sebastian closed his eyes, and the image of the intruder instantly filled the darkness behind his eyelids. The man hadn't been wearing tactical armor or a flashy, cinematic ski mask. He had worn a simple, heavy canvas mechanic’s jacket, dark trousers, and a plain, black balaclava that revealed nothing but two cold, unblinking gray eyes. He hadn't spoken in a dramatic, gravelly villain voice. He had spoken with the calm, terrifying precision of an architect explaining a struct

This might do since he was just wearing black pants and a designer brand white sweater with a metal pendant on his neck. "Good evening, Sir Archer." The waitress greeted. "This way, Sir." I grimaced when I realized he must come here frequently because he addressed the waitress by her first name. We even came to a halt when he was called from a nearby table. His attention shifted and he smiled at the lovely lady. I recognized her as a model, so I assumed she was one. He even approached their table and kissed their cheeks as he greeted them. "What is he? A running President?"

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.