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There, she caught up with Wanda over a lively video chat, their laughter echoing off the walls. Once the call ended, Helma flicked through her devices, landing on a less frequented WeChat account. A quick peek at the Emeraldshade group chat showed nothing new; the digital silence echoed the stillness of the afternoon. Shifting gears, she dove into the more serious chat group of her research lab, boldly named ‘Strive for Human Reproduction!’ The group was a brain trust of seven, including four dedicated researchers—Lorenzo, Felix, Lawrence, and Charles—and the enigmatic Erebus Brothers, Manuele and Uriele. And then there was Helma, masquerading as the elusive Harlana.

“Abusive?!“ My voice attained a rather forceful and menacing height. “You wanna enlighten me on that?“ “Sure,“ She goes ahead to give me the ugly details of Roland and all he did to Hara. The man was a bloody sociopath and Hara was nothing short of a punching bag. Now more than ever, I wanna snap the last breath out of him. And to think Hara endured it all without saying a word to anyone shows what a strong soul she was. Although she's never had life easy, she still held on. I couldn't help falling deeper in love with her. She was such a rare gem. The only woman fit to be My Luna.

I took the seat next to Andrew and resisted the urge to take his hand in mine. "This is Anastasia from the neighbouring cleric pack. She was recommended to me for this situation we find ourselves in. It is not often that a mate bond is called into question but given the family and the history I agree we need to get ahead of this before we go forward. Anastasia, can you please explain what and how this works?" The A****n looking woman steps more into the light and I was taken aback by her beauty. Andrew gasp slightly but remain silent otherwise beside me.

She explained. I don’t care about the rumors. Right now, we could use the fabled Mad Alpha of Incubi on our side. We’ll need a wolf like him to bring down the Shit Witch and her puppet Ignazio. “He’s very handsome for being so much older than us.” Delilah chimed in. Okay, I didn’t need to know that part. I guess these Fayte girls like the older men. Go figure. “I will give him that. He’s handsome, at least. Kind of an asshole and the shift in temperament when he goes from him to his wolf can be dizzying.” Persephone sighed.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

That meant she must be an elite fighter. However, up until that point, she made no move to seduce Dorian despite her shapely body and attractive allure. None of her words, techniques, or aura indicated this. This was nothing like a succubus. Yuria was more like a female warrior who had experienced hundreds of fights. Her elegance was more similar to a leopard. "My name is Dorian Weaver. Pleased to meet you." Dorian gave her a salute with a grim look on his face.

Hanie and Caroline can only shake their heads seeing what’s happening in front of them. “Woah! They really match each other,” Caroline mumbles, making Hanie turns to look at her best friend. “Who are you talking about, Car?” asks Hanie curiously. “Naara and-- ouch, shit!” Caroline curses as she loses her balance, accidentally struck by the horde of girls screaming Adelrado’s name. “They’re always acting like barbarians once they stand in a radius from Adelrado. Such uncivilized violent women!” Hanie growls as she glares at the group of women following that lecherous guy, Adelrado.

murmured Sumico, fractionally stooping down her head, blushing in her velvet red. “It must be very painful, Sumico... You must endure the pain first before the real heaven welcomes you... Hahaha...” Lisa Felisha burst out in her hilarious laughter. “But, Sumico is still virgin, pure and fresh from the oven... Her womanhood feminism canyon must be still tight, narrow and tasty. I’m dead certain Mr. Virando will be remarkably satisfied during their first night. Hehehe...” This time, Hanny was seen raising up and down her eyebrows for quite several times.

“And a purge protocol. This isn’t a garden. It’s a… a museum. Or a prison. For memories.” As she spoke, the idyllic holograms in the fountain flickered. For a split second, the scholars were screaming, the art depicted horrors, the lovers were tearing each other apart. Then it reset to perfection. “Psychological hazard,” Aiden said, his voice tight. “It shows you paradise, then shows you the truth underneath. It’s trying to break our minds, not our bodies.” The ROMANCE PROTOCOL notification pulsed insistently. SYNCHRONIZATION 91%. The game was pushing them closer, using the unsettling peace to lower their guards, to foster intimacy.