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He turned sharply, marched back, and grabbed my arm, pulling us into the hall where no one else could hear. “How dangerous can it be?” he repeated, arching a brow. “Osborn, when you’re dealing with the underground world, everything is dangerous. These people are manipulative, selfish, and constantly trying to outdo one another. That's why they have so many enemies—and why they need bodyguards. You never know what might happen, even on a so-called protection job.”

she is the prey. Noah returns to his seat, his eyes never leaving her face. The necklace sparkles, but Sienna can barely meet his gaze. She knows this is all a game to him, a dangerous game with her at the center. And yet, she’s still here, unable to run, unable to break free.

Even in his wolf form, Dwight’s voice is unmistakable, filled with anguish and defiance. Evelyn snarls in frustration, her grip on me tightening. "After what she did to you, you're still defending her?!" Dwight remains silent, but I can hear the heavy thud of his footsteps drawing nearer. Through the corners of my gaze, I catch a glimpse of him – a massive black wolf, his eyes burning with anger and pain as he directs them at me. Just as I dare to hope that luck is on my side, Zachary's cry suddenly pierces the air, echoing from the cabinet where he’s hidden. My heart clenches with dread, knowing that I’m incapable of protecting him once he’s been discovered.

His smile was elegant, "I refuse to answer your questions. Next time, if you want to act like a drug addict, you'd better take some of them. Otherwise, I won't believe you. A drug addict's pupils are as small as the tip of a needle. That's why their visions are blurry, and they hallucinate. Your knowledge is too shallow." "What's your point? You might as well tell me how are you planning to kill me?" The other party's face was filled with madness. Zorion stepped outside and said, "Since you like drugs so much, then suck it up." Zorion strode away, "Just give him a quick death if he doesn't confess." "Yes, Master." Zorion went out and sat in the car. After closing the door, he took off his gl

If anything, he seemed entertained by her desperation. “Do you know what makes me laugh?” Zayn tilted his head, his sharp eyes locked on her. “It’s how fake you are.” Then, with no warning, he stood up abruptly as his aura shifted instantly from cold amusement to pure danger. “Do you think I’m stupid?!” Zayn’s voice thundered, shaking the air. “Why do you think I’m called the most dangerous mafia?” He chuckled again, but this time it was darker, heavier, edged with a violent promise. “Because you cannot—ever—mess with my IQ.”

"I’ve been watching you‚ Sharon Bliss. You are no ordinary werewolf. You’ve awakened a power that hasn’t been seen in centuries a power that ‚ if unchecked‚ will destroy not only you‚ but everyone you love.." A chill slid through Sharon’s veins. "I didn’t ask for this.. I don’t even know how to control it.". "That’s why I’m here ‚" Zara said calmly. "To train you before it consumes you. Killian and Mirabel are pawns in a much greater game. The real danger is already watching.. waiting for its moment to strike." Jake’s glare sharpened. "If you know so much ‚ then tell us who or what this ‘danger’ is."

Despite knowing that I would also do the same, it still hurt me that he didn't love me enough. “The letter was sent right after I was shot with that poisonous arrow and after we arrived in Lywolves Pack. do you think the dangerous game had started before the letter was sent to you?” I threw at Kovan and he thought deeply. I searched within myself for answers too and I wonder if we had to rearrange the words or if they had already happened in the same sequence. Danger. Dread. Death. Death was the only one that I and many others would be sure of but then I believed that the remaining two had happened. For death to occur, there must have been the occurrence of danger… anything dangerous that co

Now she was only recognisable by her tumbling brown hair, the rest of her a puffy, distorted mess of bruising and maggots. All those questions tumbled away when we heard a door open and quickly slam shut. “Beta Zaw,” Olaf murmured. We watched him stamping down the path, his hands fisted into his pockets as he muttered. Olaf silently got up and pointed at me to stay where I was. Zaw did not even realise he was prey. Olaf silently, stealthily tracked him. Keeping on the grass where his footsteps were silenced, he had no scent. Like a ghostly shadow he hovered, biding his time.

Everything went downhill after that. Zolten was ready to start ripping that club apart when we suddenly felt panic that didn't belong to us. Zolten immediately had us on our feet, "Mate is in trouble! Go to her! NOW!" Before I knew it, I had the restroom door ripped off its hinges and I was staring at my beautiful, badass mate standing over two unconscious she-wolves and her bodyguard, who had a syringe sticking out of her neck. Zolten smiled big, "Hell yeah; our mate is a true warrior." I cringed, "Don't say that. I don't want anyone but us touching her!"

“You are.” “Because. . .” Xavier showed him his shaking hands. “Because I’m a good liar and I’m really good at games. But trust me, I am not this good at acting. I’m scared.” He pointed to his eyes. “Look at me. I’m fucking scared. And I want to save Mia and get you both out of here, but if you fight me on this, I will knock you out, take Mia, and you’ll die here.” After that, shards of glass had sprayed against the wall. They’d ducked. No one of them had been injured. With Xavier’s help, they were safe and far away. It had all been so simple, if one didn’t consider the fucking house burning down around them. Could this be a game?