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My eyes traveled behind him, and they grew wide when I noticed the mass of bodies in the distance. Long Lake Gamma Warriors. My heart stuttered; they had already killed so many. Anthony was suddenly in front of me, his breathing heavy and his glare strong. “She’s a nothing wolfless,” he sneered. “She belongs to me, and I will do what I want with her.” Alexander’s eyes grew cold, and even though he wasn’t looking at me, I was still affected by the iciness. I couldn’t help the shiver that crept up my spine and kept me rooted to the ground.

Alexander I took another sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from Anthony's probing stare. "There's nothing to tell. You're imagining things." "Am I?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Alexander Knight I know would've jumped at those model photos I showed you. Instead, you acted like I was showing you tax returns." "Maybe I'm evolving." "You? Evolve?" Anthony snorted. "Next, you'll tell me you've taken up knitting."

Together, we four rule the Underworld. "The Alpha Wolf thinks he's going to make Rayne his Luna, sir." Anthony said reluctantly, snapping me from my thoughts. I felt a wave of rage flood through me. "She is mine." I spat possessively through gritted teeth. “I know, sir. He only thinks that. He will not succeed in his endeavor.” Anthony replied. His words did little to calm me. I had a tendency to lose my temper and no, I’m not working on it. Though, I always tried my best not to let my anger show around Rayne. She just knows how to push all of my fucking buttons.

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The strange thing was that I tried to feel remorse for kissing Brock but it just felt right with him, I tried to keep my eyes open but sank into oblivion. “I love you Amy, would you be my mate?” Logan asked and I grinned, be an alpha mate, was he kidding, absolutely! I agreed and he kissed me, then Brock walked in and Logan pulled away smiling, but suddenly I couldn’t even catch my breath, the man in front of me looked divine, his green eyes were so piercing it seemed hard to stare at him for long, “Hey Brock, meet Amelia, we will get mated in a month’s time” he said and Brock nodded and stormed away surprising me, he kissed me again, but I didn’t even feel it all I could think off was the n

" Many of the she-wolves were gushing. Some of them even started daydreaming about getting close to him. It was all a dream because he was known for his hard exterior demeanor that no one has seemed to break in the nearest future. But I wasn't in the mood to look down on them. I just stared at Prince Anthony in utter disbelief. I smelled a unique fragrance coming from Prince Anthony, which was even stronger than what I had smelled from Kevin. Eva excitedly paced around my mind. "Rayell, he's our mate!" "No, it must be a mistake.He is a lycan, but I'm just an ordinary werewolf.Besides, I'm just a slave right now! How could the Moon Goddess choose me to be his mate?" "He is your mate," Eva ins

Aurora’s POV I dropped the book I was reading on the floor and sighed, “The Lycan is so hard to see these days, where is he? What is he even up to these days?” “I do not know that,” Travis replied with a straight face and I sighed deeper, “I haven’t seen him lately.” It’s been weeks, and I haven’t set my eyes on the Lycan; the last time I saw him was in the library. I wonder what he was doing.

The overwhelming noise of the marketplace, the low, threatening rumble of the pub, the aggressive shoves from the bouncers, and Javier’s flat, emotionless voice detailing how girls were discarded and died—it all spun in my mind, a relentless whirlwind of dread. When Anthony pushed the door to our small room open, the click of the latch was a sharp, final sound. He locked it behind us, the bolt sliding home with a solid thud. He shrugged out of his jacket and dropped it onto the single, worn armchair in the corner. He let out a long, slow breath, the kind that came from deep within, and rubbed the back of his neck with a rough hand. “That place is trouble,” he said, his voice low and gravelly

Heat flared in his chest, sharp enough that his control fractured for a single breath. He exhaled slowly, measured, reclaiming control. His presence pressed into the room, but I felt it deep inside me. A pull. Recognition. Something ancient answered. And knew him. “Stay where you are,” he said, low, tightly controlled. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. His gaze lifted to mine, dark, measured, dangerous. The blood hummed in my veins. Something inside me had awakened. Alive. Not broken. Not silent. And one truth settled deep in my bones: Lycan law was not written in stone. It was written in blood. And it already knew my name.

The Lycan would have been the perfect answer, but in this case, it’s destroying the order of my former workplace! Yes! God, I can’t wait! Oh… You’re still here? Hi. In case you have forgotten, I am Annatoria Anthony. Now, I am a former spy. I am in love with a man I murdered. And I will soon become the invisible force that will shake up the world. As you’ve read, I’m about to have some crazy fun, but I think I’d like to be alone from now on. So, unless you see the Lycan roaming around somewhere, don’t bother looking for me.