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As I walk inside the packhouse and say hello to my mate and son while Landon pulls his mate into a hug, I see that Hacker is working with Yana to rectify the alarm situation. I glance at Landon, getting his nod that his mate is okay before heading over to Hacker. “Look, little jumping bean, if you’re going to have that much energy, we need to find a way to put it to better use,” Hacker is saying to my sister. “Just tell me what to do, Hacker!” she says excitedly. “Fine, put your finger right here,” he says, waiting for Yana to do what he asks before turning to me. “Hey, Striker. What’s up?”

Chapter 13: Now spread "I... don't understand. Who are you, and who's the walking shadow with the knife?" "My n-name's Kelly. He's the Stalker. He comes every night since the first time he caught me. He won't leave me alone. Every night he comes and... and..." She broke into tears again. Michael took her in his arms and allowed her to sob into his shoulder. Unfortunately, he was a teenage boy and not used to comforting crying women. After a while, however, her tears subsided. She looked up at him. "He comes every night to rape me. All I can do is hide, and he always finds me." She looked away, as if disgusted with herself. "The things he does to me... It's worse every time. I d-don't think I

No one would. "Well, She couldn't give us more information, but what she told me was that the creatures we would be looking for were of lycan clan, " He said as smirk. We were closer than we thought but still very far behind. "Isn't she an Oracle?" I asked, surprised because, according to me, the Oracle was supposed to give us the names. "She is, but her spirit got detected before she could see the person's face, so they have an Oracle too," He said as worry suddenly came to my face.

Lucas asked her. The woman, whose name was apparently Lana, hung her head. She started sniffling and I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. The whole situation felt off. “How do you know her name?” I asked Lucas. “She was out in the field with me earlier,” he replied. “Now, answer the question, Lana.” “I… well… she’s right,” Lana said meekly. “I am… I am a rogue.” “Probably a Dawn Stalker spy,” I remarked. “Anders cuts your ties so you could come here and get close to us.”

not even those you may consider being relatives. Some avaricious people are just like that; they would accept their advantages rather than defend their loved ones. Except this lady's family, who has already been mine. I had already come to love Solstice or Medea by the time I realized who I was. When Xander motioned for me to follow him to where he had been looking earlier, I immediately shook my head to clear my mind of any unnecessary ideas. Now that we have entered this small room, I can see that it is filled with crimson-dried liquid. enough to say they all share the same blood type.

They have been dating for 3 years and are about to plan a wedding. This story is only fictitious, if there are similarities in names and events, it can be ascertained that it is not an element of intent. This story is written purely from the results of shaming and imagining before going to sleep. Happy reading. Don't ask for haste because this story uses a slow plot. If you like stories with fast rhythms, this is not an option. But try reading, no one knows if you like it. Thank you! A woman with a beautiful face is arranging several kinds of cakes into the window. Brown hair, gray eyes and pure white skin are Jeslyn or often called Jes.

I replied. Midnight in the human world. Tiara p.o.v I refused to sleep because I don't want Albert to show up again, it's time for the seventh prey again. And I won't have mercy on Romeo today, I must not exceed seven months in the human world, but Romeo wants me to, tonight I would change to a wolf, tear him apart and turn to a vampiress to suck his blood. I took my car key and left for his house. Romeo p.o.v

The moment my gaze lifted, I understood why she had been silent. Across the courtyard stood him. Lord Dylen. His dark hair caught the light, every strand perfectly disheveled, his presence steady and unreadable. The aura that rolled off him was calm but heavy. It was commanding, ancient, and far too composed to be a werewolf. Beside him stood a tall woman, dressed in silver that shimmered like starlight. Her long black hair framed a face that could have been carved from marble, and the curve of her lips spoke of danger and amusement all at once. It was his Beta, Raya. She looked even more stunning now that her hair was loose.

"To be frank, I'm here for Mr. Xoan Warren. I'm attractive, highly educated, and the Stewart Corporation is a leading force in the textile industry. Why else would someone like me be a mere employee here?" Another woman infatuated with Xoan. Yaslyn sighed inwardly. His toxic allure seemed to know no bounds. Yollanda continued, "Conveniently, the two of you haven't been getting along so well lately. Perhaps he's just temporarily fascinated with you. Maybe he would prefer someone like me." Underneath her harmless, bunny-like exterior, Yollanda was like a snake. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. Yollanda recognized them as Xoan's and quickly switched to a pitiful look.

Elara'S POV Xavier stroked his thumb across his bottom lip. “Do you think this stalker is one of the hunters?” “I don’t know. Why warn me that the hunters are coming if he’s a hunter himself?” I asked. “You’re right, that makes no sense.” Xavier swept a hand over his dreads. “But your stalker has inside information on those who want you dead.” Lysander said, “A third-party spy or assassin that’s gone soft on Elara?”