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Yadira glared at Wyot, blood spurting from her mouth and splattering onto Wyot’s face. “You talk too much,” Wyot said with a trembling voice. “You can go insane for love, but you shouldn’t drag the entire Doom Race down with you. “Because of your personal vendetta, you’ve made the entire race seek vengeance on your behalf. You aren’t acting for the good of the Doom Race; you’re pushing us into an abyss.” Wyot then pulled out the longsword. Yadira trembled and pointed at Wyot before bursting into manic laughter. “Wyot… You’ve finally shown your true colors. It seems we were all wrong about you. Only the Chancellor knew who you really are.”

Damien was sharp and cunning, a person no one could easily control. In contrast, Marcus was known for his gentle and kind nature. "Mr. Damien, it's an honor for the Vale family that you could find time in your busy schedule to come," Chris said, his face full of flattery. Serena couldn't help but laugh at his two-faced behavior. How could someone switch personas so quickly? Marcus was utterly shocked. How was this possible? Damien had never attended any family memorials before, even the Kade family couldn't do much about him, given his strong influence and the fact that few dared to cross him.

Adryan squinting while his hand crossed hug himself. “ You must, ” Harley said it strictly with some serious expression on his face. “ You said that Adryan will become a vampire but not me. So, why we must work together when I didn’t even has a super strength or super natural like him?, ” Elyna asked weirdly and did not understand why her? “ You do have, ” Howard looking softly at his daughter Elyna. “ What? You mean I will become a vampire too like him?, ” Elyna seem really not happy.

, she continued mumbling, and for the millionth time I wondered again why the Dark Lord trusted such an important job to this blithering idiot. However, I knew that the Dark Lord wanted the witch. In fact, I knew what the stupid little she-wolf did not. Dragana was a Tribrid, one of the most powerful creatures to walk the earth. And if my information was correct, she was somehow related to the Dark Lord himself – how, that I still did not know. But I knew that he was obsessed with her, that all of our plans, all of this was centered around her. I knew that our new ally Verena wanted her too. It was a tug of war between her, a strange creature of mystical powers with an army of monsters, and

This prick. “Because of what you believe she can do.” I sensed a rumble of thunder pass nearby. “My wife doesn’t take kindly to when people claim to give a fuck about her.” Damon cocked his head. There was a loud crack, but it wasn’t the crunch of bones rather the sound of an ember exploding midair. Vladimir chuckled but didn’t flinch. His Beta made it a point to stand behind him. “You abused your kid.” Since our kind had no singular database to track wolves with abilities we had to rely on rumor and word of mouth.

"Well I can see you're not Jackson, so you must be one of his new underlings." His eyes glowed red in the darkness and he emitted a low growl from his throat. "Just as I figured your father hasn't taught you to respect your elders. But then again how can I expect your father to teach you anything since he is a spineless wimp." The young vampire charged me and I waited till the last second before moving to my right, turning and watching the underling flip over the side. One hand was all that ended up saving him from falling to the concrete below as it caught the edge of the roof.

It is the only time you can believe a gypsy. "I trust you. I know you will not sell my spell to any of my enemies," Vladimir says. I promised him I would not sell the spell and would not use it on anybody else. I did not say that I would not alter the spell. I will not make a promise on that. I have already changed the spell a little, and tonight, I will do the same modified spell on the other vampires.

And now Rowan had walked through these halls, eyes wide open, ready to report every crack he could find. She couldn’t wait anymore. Couldn’t afford the slow game, the careful distance. The decision that had been forming since the garden—since Caelum’s voice had followed her across the path—settled into something colder, clearer. Strategy, yes. But no longer only strategy. There was a pull now, low and insistent, that made her stomach flutter even as her mind mapped the risks. Caelum had protected her without being asked. He watched her window. He had slowed in the corridor like a man testing the space between them. He was dangerous. He was the wrong Voss. But he was also the only door still

But the smile wasn’t his. “To file a petition for parental rights over my child with Saoirse, of course.” The words gutted me. Pain tore through me, ripping a scream from my throat. “You’re a monster! Let Renzo go! Who are you?!” He chuckled darkly, leaning close, his hand sliding over my swollen belly. “Shh. I’m Vlad. It was easy to steal your mate’s body, with help from one of my dearest daughters—Halo. She, too, was rejected by an Alpha. Witches scorned are dangerous, you know.” His laugh was sharp, cruel.

"Because he owes you?" Vanda nodded. "Why?" I pushed. Charles and Alex exchanged looks before Alex spoke. "We don’t talk about the previous Alpha." "It’s alright," Vanda said, dismissing their hesitation. "I’m sure Elizabeth has told you plenty already, hasn’t she?" "Just bits and pieces. Nothing far from what you’ve mentioned about your father," I answered cautiously. Vanda’s gaze dropped to the floor. "Walter owes me because, years ago, when our packs were at war, his father killed mine. When I became Alpha, I chose to end the bloodshed rather than seek revenge. So he owns me."