Zack Torres Mga Nobela at Kwento

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

You owe me dinner] I groaned. So that’s why the chestnut wolf looked familiar. I then tapped on Isaac’s message. [How does it feel to be responsible for an alpha’s death?] This time, the phone fell on my lap with a muted thump.

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I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

Our eyes met, and Lorenzo was already sunk into the jacuzzi. His strong, defined torso rose above the foam and warm water. My eyes devoured his sexy tattoos, every flex of those hard muscles, following that trail down to his groin where the shadow of the biggest prize was already rising under the surface. “I’m glad you like what you’re about to eat,” he said shamelessly, in that wolfish tone that made my nipples tighten even more. He smiled sideways with that cocky ease I didn’t know he had, but he kept showing me more and more.

Author’s POV. The morning sun fell through the large glass walls of the Rodriguez headquarters, spreading a soft golden light across the office. The day was bright and business was good. Allen sat at the far end of the meeting room, his hands folded neatly on the table. He wore a dark gray suit that matched the mood of the room — calm, serious, powerful. Across from him sat Old Grandpa Rodriguez, the man who had built the empire with his own hands. Allen leaned forward slightly. “Sir, the company’s stocks have risen by twenty percent this quarter,” he said, sliding a folder across the table. “The new deal with the foreign investors has pushed our name further into the international market. W

I say and she watches me just as Heather enters on the phone. “I’m sorry, sir, but Tesoro is really busy and can’t take your call. I will check her schedule and see if I can fit you in.” She says before she hangs up. She walks to Zana and kisses her. Then gasps at Romulus and quickly snatches him from Zana. “Who was that?” I ask her as she giggles as Romulus licks her, too. “A man called Andros Bristol-Romano. He is wanting to meet you, and it sounded urgent.” I clutch my head and an image of a big burly man runs to me in my head, but I’m covered in blood.

A sad, glittery banner declared “Class of 2015 – A Decade of Destiny!” I was nursing a warm, shitty beer, trying to look politely interested as Stacy Miller recounted her third kid’s potty-training saga, when I felt it. A shift in the atmosphere. A prickle on the back of my neck that had nothing to do with the shitty AC. I turned. And there he was. Leaning against the bleachers like he owned the fucking place. Zack. He’d filled out since he was eighteen. The lanky frame was now solid, a wall of muscle under a simple black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms.

I approach the covered painting board and try to look under it. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Shouts a male voice. His voice invades in me chills, warm chills and when I turn to look at the person who shouted of anger, I realize it is still him. Zack Torneur, with a tower attached around his waist, living his naked well-sculptured chest seen with his wings tattoo. When I analyze him more deeply, apart from his curly hair and his light brown eyes, he has a light stubble beard. On his forarm the word GO in very big capital letters had been tattooed, on his biceps a big moon tattoo and on his thorax a rose surrounded by thorns. All this tattoo? What for? It seems he has other tattoos, but right n