TAKING THE DEMON'S MATE

g two bottles of wine from the cellar was the easy part.

breath?" Jules consoled his h

smirked. His profound boasting nearly earned

Julius drowns that urge with mercy. He handed the firs

ried to determine why that alpha looked so stiff. 'Luca Beaumont, I bet you would look scarier with a smile on t

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eness. Having guests were expected. The distinction was that Theoden Beaumont rarely asked for assistance or dug for knowl

h a title; she was the brain behi

e other two he could not stand. To him, the variety between them was t

ane. A few have been sighted in Damaris, but nothing cannot be handled. I do, however,

o learn how to deal with them effectively. My son

hank you, o

s is a vivid sign that Caeser is on the move. Instead of pruning the overgro

that Caeser Braddock is responsible for this," Rufus interrupted

w of any other beastman th

learn the arts. If this was his handiwork, wou

g pitch in Roxanne's tone. That did not shake Rufus out of his opinion. "I know my father stood with you and the others to save us," Rufus stressed. " Howeve

o died because an alpha wished to become more powerful,

s that powerful, why couldn't he stop your father from murdering his wi

he passion and hate that scorched his son's pride each time he heard such tales.

my bounds with unreasonable opinions." Rufus

truth. Claude, let us not ruin the day with bad memories. Roxanne and I will be

aude answere

e servant refused to be his accomplice, but heaven knows how fickle his resistance was. They had no idea which room bel

n thought he would sniff it to see if his nose could capture a bodily scent. He smothers the jacket, rubbing his fa

r. He drops the uniform on the round table in the sitting area and venture

s with his fingers, the young man resists lying down. Suddenly something whi

n the way back, rubbing the si

ave taken that," J

d it," A

path. "Master Arlen, I know that alpha

. I'm just having fun."

em here; you're the fu

rlen rais

cause of the ice-cold Luca!" Julius raises a fis

, I ju

a love interest, and I doubt

is tha

a someday; you can't love another male- alpha!" T

othing of. And for the record, my mother

ng his breath. "Please, Arlen, let this be the last time we speak of the Beaumont

with Luca Beaumont either, but at that hour, he began to wonder what was written in the stars for him. Would he

e with an omen like him. He wanted to believe in love, that it co