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Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

Ollie unchained Riley, and they made their way upstairs to meet the Rogue King. Riley's heart started to race the closer they got. She was finally going to meet the man, or better yet, the monster who has been keeping her prisoner. Her anger rose as well. She wanted to rip this man to pieces. She could feel Avas anger as well, but Ava was not strong enough to come through with the silver chained around her ankle. They finally made it up the stairs and headed for the living room, where she saw a large man standing with his back turned to her. He was speaking with her mother. He turned once she was closer, and when he turned, he was beautifully handsome. Riley was taken aback as she was not ex

A ripple of power surged outward, washing through the clearing as the pack felt the bond begin to form. Then came the mark. Caden lowered his head, pressing his lips to Lorraine’s neck. His fangs sank gently into her skin, and she gasped softly as the bond sealed in fire and light. A moment later, she turned, marking him in return. The pack erupted in a thunderous chorus of howls, the sound rolling like waves through the forest.

She sighed and looked away from him, only to be met with a terrifying face, without asking, she knew this was Don Torento. She had never seen him before, but she had heard rumors, he was as terrifying as they said he was. He had tattoo and piercing over, a bald head and the look on his face just spelled out anger. He had a huge scar which ran from his cheekbones to his nape. Amanda gulped and let out a nervous chuckle. "H—Hi." She looked round the room and the angry faces all on her. "N—nice to meet you, I'm Amanda."

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That made me even more livid. “Woah there Kain! Chill out man. I was just calling to see how its going, no need to bite my head off” “Fuck you dipshit! I’m stuck here because of you.” I hissed out, angry as all hell “Hey! I’m not the one who told you to go to Majorca for a fucking week” he paused and I heard him chuckle “And to suck at rock, paper, scissors I pinched the bridge of my nose and spoke in clipped tones “Just fuck off and go get wasted or something and leave me alone before I decide to drive down to that goddamn club and rip your head off”

LUCA "I'm so-orry," Jonah choked out the words. The poor guy had obviously never said those words before in his life but I didn't give a fuck. Stabbing him with silver did nothing to relieve the anger and tension in my body. It didn't make me feel in the slightest bit better about anything which had happened. And it didn't make me hate him any less than I already did.

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One wrong move and I was certain I'd rip the seams. "Whatever, I'm not here to impress you," I snapped, doing a quick sweep of what he wore. The man always seemed so put together. His hair was perfectly styled to the side, a light peppering of hair framed his sharp jaw, and the small scar over his lips seemed to stand out under the warm yellow glow of the light above us. He wore a black, short-sleeve button-down with the sleeves rolled which exposed the ranger tattoo on his right bicep. Although the lower half of his body was hidden beneath the table, I recalled seeing him in black jeans when he passed me.