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She sipped her tea, her eyes like chips of midnight as they stared into his trembling male.

“Now, it’s your move Sir Boyd.”

Castian

“Why is this Eliza so important to your cousin?”

Castian asked Oye, who was currently looking over a recipe in the kitchen she’d half destroyed. though he knew she’d clean it up after. She refused to let the servants into her kitchen. She cooked most of the meals, and he wouldn’t have it any other way, especially on days when she only wore her apron.

“Focus, man. Focus.”

Frowning, she looked up from her cook book. “It’s complicated, and honestly, it’s Lanias’ story to tell.” With that, her attention returned to the cookbook. Eventually she released a humming sound and ran to the fridge.

Castian’s eyes sparkled, this seemed like something worth investigating.

Soul Bound

Malcolm

Malcolm wasn’t happy when Robert called him to join him in looking at the last two challengers. The sun had already reached the hills, and the stadium was packed with all the McLarens. There were even those who’d come who didn’t have packs.

It wasn’t shocking to have a few lone wolves interested in taking over a clan. In history, there had only been three who’d achieved it, and all three had been considered heroes who’d brought life to their dying packs.

Malcolm wasn’t an outsider, but he felt like one as he watched the men who fought and laughed together afterward. He knew some of their names but not all, and while Agun and Derrick had shown their support by taking up the role of his guards, he knew this fight would be his only chance to win their respect, and he would have to perform well.

“Do you have a plan, boy,” Robert asked.

“Yes,” Malcolm answered, not looking away from the speaking Alderman on the stage.

The silence stretched after his answer.

“Are you going to tell me what that plan is?” Robert snapped in irritation.

Malcolm pointed at the man in the center. “Destroy him.”

“That’s a good plan, but it’s been a long time since you last fought one of your kind face-to-face like this.” Robert cautioned.

Malcolm wished he could introduce his uncle to Raijin. The man was anything but little. Whenever the ogre got serious, his skin turned red. His size also grew to that of a mini giant, and his fighting style was ruthless. Life was futile once one decided to go against him, and Malcolm had always enjoyed sparing with him.

He looked away from the men below to the side where he’d seen Lilly lead Eliza, and there she was, sitting with the mates of the rest of those who’d were competing for the title of Alpha. She sat up front, right in the center; he was sure it was his sister doing. Malcolm struggled not to howl every time he saw her.

She was beautiful in their traditional clothes, her skin warm chocolate and her eyes bright; she looked like a maiden fresh for the plucking. He’d spent the first half of the event sneaking looks at her, trying to remember that he actually had a role to play here. He watched her as she said something to Lilly, who stood slightly behind her before she laughed.

Part of him loved seeing her so happy. The way her expression brightened caused a corner of his heart to clenchwhen he remembered how she’d looked when he’d first seen her. Her eyes filled with distrust, and her expression showing only hate.

Now, she could laugh with the people of his pack easily. He wanted to pull her into his arms and protect her from the world. He didn’t want anything in the world to take away the smile from her lips. On the other hand, he didn’t want anyone else to be able to put a smile on her face.

Laughing out loud at his messy thoughts; he leaned forward, leaning on his hand, completely ignoring the fight going on below. Unfortunately, his inattention was noticed.

Someone smacked the back of his head, “Ouch!” Glaring, he turned around and faced Robert, “Ouch, what the hell was that for?”

“Because you look like a drooling donkey ass. I would tell you to wipe your chin, but it would be a waste of breath.” Robert snapped before rolling his eyes. “Do you even know who’ll you’ll be fighting?”

He didn’t, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t guess; he glanced down and saw that the middle fighter was the one left standing.

Nope, he didn’t know the male standing there. “Who is that?”

“That’s Kirkle’s boy, Dannith. He’s the top hunter here, and he’s been betted on at least five times more than you,” Robert said, rubbing his fingers together. “I’ll win big if you squash him.”

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