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Their heavy, flat-bottomed landing barges were grinding violently against the razor-sharp reefs, disgorging their elite vanguard marines—hulking, deep-sea hybrids clad in thick, rust-pitted scale armor made from forged trench-iron and carrying massive, obsidian-tipped boarding harpoons. Beneath the thin, wet silver mesh of my inner tunic, the fated-mate bond was no longer a hum; it was a physical hammer striking against my ribs with every heavy thud of my heart. The coarse, saltwater-drenched leather of my riding trousers clung mercilessly to my hips, the stiff seams scraping against the raw, highly sensitized skin of my inner thighs as I navigated the slick, vertical incline of the cliffsid

And when he lunges forward again, he is not a man. He is a wolf with brown fur and rippling muscles and sharp teeth. There are markings on his forelegs where his tattoos are inked when he is a man. The male beside Marius shifts and meets James in mid-air, and the two hurtle to the ground, gnashing their jaws. The Borderlands army charges past me, knocking me between them. The rest of James’s men have shifted, and an army of bloodthirsty Wolves charge at them. Marius rears back, grabs my arm, and drags me away from the screams.

Heck, even the dead couldn't ignore the greek god with his silvery white hair and the short spaise beard dotting his upper lip. He looked refined in a way most of the elite warriors of the fortress could only dream of being Thick, sculpted muscles bulged from the dark compression tee he was wearing with a pair of camo cargo pants, giving him a tougher look. “Are you well, Mara?” My name rolled off his tongue like a slow depressing lullaby and I resisted the urge to smile wide at him, digging my fingers into my easel instead and blurring the painting of a sunset that I’d been working on.

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I have no idea who this man is, but he's terrifying already. "Hello Marek," Varian greets coolly. My eyes widen. That accent is from the Scarlet Province. When he holds his hand out to me, I try not to stare too uneasily at his strange tattoos, depicting unfamiliar patterns and images. "You must be Akara." "I am. It's nice to meet you." "Varian works with Tyrien. He runs his armies," Marek explains. Oh. That makes sense. Hence the scary look about him.

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

His head dangled outside the bars, and his eyes were downcast, refusing to meet that of the eager crowd. “He looks so pitiful, you'd barely believe he aided our enemies,” Marina said, shaking her head. “Evil goes beyond a person’s appearance,” I replied with enough experience to know. “That’s right,” Marina nodded. “He deserves what he's got! Vampires, really Amaro?” “Hush!” Mom said to us just as Alex climbed up the platform and stood next to Amaro with his blade in hand, glinting against the sunlight. A stunning silence filled the air and barely anyone said a word, my heart was pounding hard at the scene, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw Marina had shut her eyes and she pressed down o

Lev's POV When I woke up, I realized that the insignia on my chest had suddenly changed into a lion cub with a wing. I was baffled as I ran to the incubation room and saw that Ari had already broken out of the egg. It's a female, but she has a male passive form. What's more, she had a wing similar to the insignia on my chest before it disappeared.

Soon, Alpha Marcus appeared, surrounded by his pack's loud fighting chants. The Alpha of the Scarlet Valley Pack was a tall, bulky, dark-brown-haired man with blue eyes, which shimmered coldly against his tanned complexion. I scanned his shape, evaluating his strength, and quickly registered that his broader than Draven's shoulders and overgrown muscles could make him a dangerous opponent. When I saw someone from Marcus's pack waving his hand to start the fight, I took a deep breath.