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One month later..."Careful baby, You don't want to hurt yourself." I said to the kids as they were playing under the ramp. I begin to reminisce back to everything that happened over the course of one month.I could still hear the words of the doctor to Ayla and myself. I had escaped the hands of death because the bullet missed my heart by an inch. Everything had changed since that moment, the company was back to fully functioning and I had dropped all shady deals that Alex had signed using the company's influence. The underworld had gone back to the way it used to be, with Levi being given a befitting tribute by every gang out there I suddenly felt arms wrapped around my torso and her cologne would always mesmerize me. She placed a kiss on my neck, as I squeezed her hands gently."You know something babe, I have been thinking we should move out of our comfort zone. This house would always bring the trauma of past events and we want to be happy right?" Ayla suggested and I agreed

Once the door to the elevator opened, we rushed outside the company to find Alex already surrounded by the police. "It's over Alex, just give it up. Your time has come to an end." I yelled out. "You had this all planned out didn't you?" He asked, his hands raised in the air. "You failed to prepare properly. I have been planning a raid on you for the past weeks, watching your every move constantly. I want you to know that when the time comes, the law will always catch up with you."One of the policemen with the cuffs stepped forward and held his hands. In a matter of seconds, I watched him pull out a gun from the police holster and I felt something hit me in the chest.My vision became blurry as I also watched Alex fall to his knees. I looked at my hand and realized he had shot me with the gun."Jaxon! You will be alright." Levi’s right hand man was beside me. I couldn't think of anything in the world other than staying in the arms of Ayla at that moment. As my eyes closed, I rea

I stepped into the company at the strike of midnight fully aware that it was going to be a tough confrontation with Jaxon . The moment I opened the door to my office, I found Jaxon sipping a cup of Hennessy with several documents on the table and a smile plastered across his face."You know I never thought you would have the balls to make a move, I will give it to you. I never expected you to go for Steve, our lawyer." I commented, standing by the door."Our lawyer? Oh so you now choose words to use now? Steve deserves death. He was the brain behind your action and I figured it was perfect I ended him." Jaxon said. I watch him hold a paper in his hand."Right here in my hand is the deed to the company. You asked for it, now I have brought it for you." I stared at him for a moment, wondering what he was up to."You must think I am a fool Jaxon . I know your tricks and I know you won't be willing to sacrifice your last hope to secure the company from me easily. So what do you have hidi

When I arrived at Steve's apartment, the weather had become warm once more and I helped Steve turn on the air conditioner, while heading to his room. Steve was an adept reader that hates being disturbed, but I needed his help, if I ever wanted to get the deeds.Upon stepping into his room, there was no sign of Steve . The tables were littered with books. Typical of him to always be unorganized.While I went down to get the pillows, I noticed something unfamiliar. I looked to see Steve slippers at the front of his bathroom. Steve never leaves these things in the bathroom before, so what was going on? I made my way slowly to the door of the bathroom, where I leaned closer to get a grasp of what was happening.The shower was running and it appeared that someone was having their bath. The moment I opened the door, I gasped in disbelief at the scene of horror displaying itself right before my eyes.I was staring at the lifeless body of Steve , who appeared to have been drowned in

"You must surely love him that much." I said after she had hung up."He is my husband and I can't let bad things happen to him." Her way of expressing her love reminded me of Alex and I hated that he had become so vile. Getting up from the couch, I made my way to the kitchen, hoping to make some juice for us, when I noticed something odd. A black van parked at the side of the gate and immediately I knew something was amiss.I rushed back into the living room, pulling the curtains apart and seeing several armed men making their way to the entrance of the door."Shit!" I exclaimed, drawing the curtain close."What's the matter?" Ayla asked."Police officers. I don't think they came without instructions from Alex . Here...." I handed over my car keys to her. "There is an exit by the far end of the apartment. Use the exit and get out of here once they pick me." "What? I cannot watch them take you?" Ayla replied."There is no time to argue Ayla! I know how to handle Alex , just go!" I

The moment the cab stopped, I looked at the agency and realized the plan to report Alex's dirty deeds to them could go either way, but all I could hope for was for it to go in my favor."Good morning" I greeted the receptionist, who was buried on her computer. The moment she looked up in my direction, she pointed up the stairs, taking me off guard. I whispered my gratitude and moved towards the direction, uncertain as to what to expect.I saw the tag at the door and realized this was the head of the agency office and after a series of knocks at the door, I would eventually be allowed to gain access into the office."Mr. Jaxon , nice to see you." The man behind the desk said, getting up to his feet and extending his hands for a handshake. "I have to say that we have been expecting you." He added with a smile on his face."I came to discuss something important with you." I said the moment I would make myself comfortable at the seat that I had been offered. "Before you say anything, I j

Alpha Leclair stared at Isabella and then asked in a thunderous voice, “What is this I hear, Isabella?” “What did you hear, father?” Isabella asked in return. Alpha Leclair was mad with fury “Don't test me young girl” he said in a low and menacingly controlled voice. “Is it true that you are pregnant?”At that point she didn't see the need to keep stalling but she also knew that her father's anger at this point could burn the whole house down if she told him the truth but she didn't have a choice. “It's true father” Isabella said, unable to look her father in the eyes. “Who is the father?” He asked in a voice that showed he was doing all that he could at that point to control his anger and Isabella knew that one stupid answer could bring down her father's wrath on her, but how could she tell him that the child she was carrying was for a rogue alpha. “Who?” he asked again. Her pulse pounded. “Tristan Wolfe.” she replied in a barely audible voice. Alpha Leclair was stunn

The Lunaris pack had just withstood the most devastating attack. Buildings had been burnt and destroyed, it lay in ruins. They had lost a lot of warriors. As Isabella walked through it all, her heart was heavy. They had defended their home with everything they had and yet it lay in ruins. Lives lost and families left to begin to pick up the pieces of their lives again from scratch. The healers did their best to attend to everyone who needed attending to, but even they were beginning to be exhausted as they worked tirelessly round the clock. The attack had been too precise to be taken at face value. As far as she was concerned it wasn't a random attack. She believed it wasn't a rogue attack. They are dealing with a much greater and powerful enemy. She searched immediately for her father and found him at the central post near the pack's entry. He was with some of his best warriors. His posture was rigid, as he stood looking for survivors. She walked up to her father with slow but deli

Tristan woke up suddenly, he was sweating profusely. The dream had felt too real. He got out of bed rubbing a hand on his head as he tried to make sense of the dream or vision, whatever it could be called. In it he had seen a child, his eyes too bright, his voice too strong. A child that called to something deep inside him. He swung his legs over the edge of the makeshift bed he’d claimed for himself, his muscles tensed as he tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn’t leave. He wasn’t the kind of man to dwell on such things. He was a rogue, he answered to no one and didn't play by any rules. He was a man who didn't believe power was given by fate but that it had to be taken. And yet, his fists clenched. He had felt something in that vision, something that had unsettled him. Just then there was a knock on his makeshift cabin door. It was his second in command, Maddox. “Tristan, what happened to you? You look like someone who just saw a ghost” he said, noticing the expre

Blood moon encounter(The prophecy unveiled)Isabella in the heat of the moment still held onto her dagger. “You’re not from our pack and you obviously are trespassing.” She said in a steady voice even though her heart was pounding in her chest. He bent his head slightly amused at her statement. “I'm very much aware of whose lands I presently stand on,” he said.“Such arrogance” Isabella thought” She stood her ground, neither moving nor blinking but her wolf kept jumping beneath her skin, restless. He took another step forward effortlessly and for some reason she couldn't understand, his scent intrigued her. “Who are you?” she demanded. He smiled lazily, “Tristan Wolfe.” The name sent a shock through her. She knew that name. Everyone did. The rogue Alpha. His name was whispered amongst the packs as a wolf who answered to no one, obeyed no rules and he was feared. Her stance stiffened. “You need to leave.” Tristan didn’t move. “Or what?” he asked mockingly. Isabell

Isabella, the daughter of Alpha Leclair was on the training field. She moved with great precision and skill, very quick and she didn't look or feel tired even though it was an intense fight. Her packmates on the training ground, watching her every move with great admiration. Most of them envied her and wished they could fight like her. Her opponent attacked, he was a big warrior with broad chest, battle-hardened warrior, with years of experience but Isabella outsmarted him effortlessly, she moved on her feet and her braided hair flung out like a whip behind her. She dodged his every move very well and hit him on his ribs with her elbow causing the warrior to cry out with pain, but Isabella didn’t give him time to recover. She turned around quickly, sweeping his legs from under him, making him fall on the ground and before he could gather himself she was on top of him, her dagger on his throat. The crowd of people who had stopped their own training to watch her clapped. “She’s incre