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Arkyn orders Njar his hand running through his dark brown locks, Alice noticed he did this alot when he was stressed. “Of course Alpha.” Njar said, poking the fire more, little pieces of ember floated up into the air swirling about, looking like fireflies in the night sky. Alice watched quietly her arm itching, she knew it was because she was focused on the mark. “Ok I’m here, where's the injured party? Who's got the burn?” Bo announced carrying a backpack over his shoulders, he looked like he had rushed about, his hair tousled and he was breathing a little hard.

Dominic swiped his arm across his desk, sending its contents onto the ground. The movement startled his assistant, whose mouth had been open to say something. Then, his mouth snapped shut as he stopped, turned, and walked back out of the open door, closing it behind him. The simmering rage within him that had been lying dormant during his interaction with the mother and daughter erupted like an exploding volcano. Dominic grabbed his hair with both hands and screamed, but the sound didn’t carry due to the room’s soundproofing.

"I think we need to talk." Just then, angry roars erupted from the other side of the gym. Two teenage wolves were brawling. Their eyes burned with rage, and sharp claws had already extended from their fingertips. Everyone else scrambled to get away, their screams echoing in the large room. “Stop it!” a staff member yelled. “Lucas! Jake! Control yourselves!” But the two teens were completely lost to their rage. They slammed into a set of gym equipment, and a dumbbell rack weighing hundreds of pounds began to topple.

The freak ignores Mack, and instead snaps out a hand and snatches a fistful of my hair in his grubby hand. The world lurches, my stool tips, and in one beat, slams back to earth as something blurs past my vision in a flash of motion and fury. I don't register the impact until I hear the sound, a crash, splintering wood, the groan of a man now embedded in the bar's far wall like a ragdoll. Crouched over the wreckage, fists dripping red, chest heaving, is Leo. He's a storm in motion, violence carved into muscle, his eyes blaze with primal rage. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't pause as he grabs the creep by the throat and pummels. Over and over. Bone crunches, teeth scatter, someone screams, chair

Talli asked as she sat back. “We would die for one another,” Barshan explained. “We are brothers, blood brothers by our own oath. We all met when we were teenagers living on the streets. We were barely surviving alone but once we all came together, we more than survived. We thrived and grew stronger. Then working for the Bratva and for the first time we became a family. None of us are willing to break those vows, they are stronger than any metal and they bind us just as fiercely.”

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It was not what he expected, the fight and fire had gone out of her she ignored him when he stepped into the bedroom, ‘Lissa’ She refused to look at him, ‘You cannot do this’ She huffed under her breath and said nothing, ‘Zaya, please, you must see why you cannot do this. It is impossible, I am the Bratva Pakhan and I cannot have my woman parading herself on TV, it is impossible. I am sure we can find you a little job within the ‘family’’

The zip on my pants went down, and I brought my hard rock member to her view, that it caused her throat to bubble down. Her features going mute. “Ahhhh!!!” Suddenly her loud yelling echoed and her hands went to cover her face, slapping her eyes off the sight. Slowly, she dragged her palms from her face to take a quick peek. “There’s no need to be shy, sweet am sure that you are quite familiar with my little brother.” I pointed at my crock.” See, it even remembers you and it’s calling for your attention.” A splash of red colored her cheeks and shyly her fingers spread out, giving her access to view my member.

He raised his hand indicating me to stop speaking "No I don't want to hear a word. Get out. JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF MY HOUSE" "Adam, no, please," I begged him. "Please, Adam, I love you," I whispered. Something snapped inside him when I said those words. He walked towards me and slapped me right across my face. End of flashback __________________ I shot up in a sitting position with a hand on my cheek. My dog Bruce was barking near my bed. He stopped at once when he saw I was up. I ran a hand through my messy brown hair. My body was completely drenched in sweat. I huffed.

Baraka called out, his voice echoing over the low hum of the camp. On the basalt precipice beside him, the nineteen-year-old obsidian-skinned mutant was panting heavily, his chest heaving. Jabari threw a jagged, glass-covered punch. The strike was blindingly fast, capable of slicing through military-grade Kevlar like a hot knife through butter. Baraka didn't dodge. He brought his left forearm up, shifting the Star-Code energy just beneath his skin to create a hyper-dense kinetic barrier. CLANG. Jabari’s obsidian fist struck Baraka’s arm, sending a shower of black, glass-like sparks raining down onto the stone. The impact barely moved Baraka an inch.