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XD said as Xander turned to grin at him. “Watch out!” XD yelled as he pointed in front of him but it was too late as a thud was heard and the car skidded to a stop. “Fuck….was that a cat?” Xander asked as he put off his seat belt and got out of the car. “That was too big to be a cat.” XD replied as he got out into the pouring rain and walked in front where he saw a man unconscious with a phone in his hand. *****

Xander Ugh! I need to focus. The work demands my attention, but it’s proven to be more challenging than I anticipated. It’s been two agonising days since I last laid eyes on Aarya, my mate. Just mentioning her name is enough to send shivers coursing down my spine. Xyler shares in this restlessness. He’s been uncharacteristically quiet ever since we returned from dropping Aarya off at her dorm. He’s yearning for his mate, and I can feel him pinning deep within me. In my head, he whines softly and retreats into hiding. I feel you, buddy. I groan in frustration.

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: 0 Credits : 1,00,400 Condition. : poor eyesight Build. : thin Combat Strength :40 Skills learned. : None Martial arts Iron fist (Adimurai-Basics) Potential. : Z Rank Element control. : None Mods available. Artificial heart (X grade), Bionic eyes (Z grade) ___________________________________________ " Whoo, that's nice, my mod energy, combat strength has increased a lot, ", said Ben.

Xander's POV 🌶️🌶️ I cautiously open the door, ears straining, nostrils flaring to catch any scent or sound of someone nearby. Silence. Satisfied, I slip into the hall, my heartbeat quickening, and make my way upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. The urgency in my movements is matched by the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me, every step pulling me further from that moment with Max but never quite easing the tension.

​New York. Xavier's Penthouse. Thursday. 11:47 AM ​Xavier was already deep into a call with Nadia before Scarlett had even finished her second round of logistics. The penthouse had shifted from a residence into a tactical assembly floor. Margot had somehow manifested a fourth monitor—a tablet propped precariously against the backsplash—running the Apex-7 documentation in a scrolling waterfall of data that sat parallel to the seventeen-name verification and the grand jury procedural requirements she’d been researching for the last hour in a silent, caffeinated fury.

Skol added as he shifted his gaze to Dolph. My eyes opened at the realization as did Dolph's. "How did that happen?" I whispered. Skol smiled. "Dolph's loyalty to you surpassed his loyalty to me during the fight, I think. Or at least during the bombing." Skol explained. "I'm so sorry." I began but Skol shook his head. "Don't be. Did you know that Dolph has Beta blood in him, Blood Venom as well?" Skol replied. I looked back over at Dolph and he nodded.

In an isolated hallway—he is stepping up to the nursing station to bring the requested medicines. As of the moment, his phone is vibrating. He blinks twice because no one knows his number except his Mom and Grandmother. His body is trembling in fear. . . fear that he never felt this time around. He breathes deep and exhales loudly. He pulls out his phone from the pocket, and his eyes widen when he reads a message from an unknown number. From: Unknown [Hello, would you like to join my newly launched application named CAM?] His head is confused and full of uncertainty. His hands are shaking when he doesn't know what to reply.

Competing with guerrillas, stinging quickly to make him itchy the whole body, unable to concentrate on work. Dean crawled into bed, pushing his nephew back inside. Fortunately, the bed here is quite large. Two meters in size. His uncle and nephew roll freely.