Midnight Bride The CEO's Temptation - Chapter 1561 - 79: I Never Take Taxi

She was floating.. no, hanging! On what?! She struggled to get back on her feet but was pulled into something so.. hard and warm.And It smelt so damn good...She tried looking back to see what was holding her but the 'thing' wasn't having it.She looked down to see a very large pair of strong and hairy arms, wrapped around her torso, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure to her nether region.“Let me go, you dumb brute!!” She screamed, squirming in his arms, trying to slip out of his unyielding grip but stopped when she realized his grip was getting tighter.“What is this?! Tell him I do not want him! I reject mphh...” Her words were cut off by one of the men surrounding her.“I'll only release you so long as you promise to listen to 'us'.” The man holding her said.Who were the 'us' he mentioned?They were none other than the three sons of the Alpha. And I... Who was suddenly caught by them, was an Omega.They wanted to talk, huh? Well, so be it. There was only so much an Omega like her could do anyway.“Fine,” she said, relaxing her stance. “But you have to give me some space. Please,”“Not a chance, princess,” he said, his face bearing a smug that made her sigh in annoyance.“Fine,” she said and he relaxed his grip on her, giving her a chance to at least stand to her feet.As soon as she stood firmly on her feet, she looked up at all three of them and the most crazy thing happened.She heard her wolf purr in her mind.'MATE'What?************Bethany Sage.Your average everyday Omega, had never really liked her average, mediocre life. She loved the peace but had always been one to love more..She had been envious of Audrey-The Beta's beloved and only daughter-whom everyone envisions to be the future Luna of Black River Pack.She always dreamt of having a mate with so much power and not because she thought Audrey was a aggravating - She kinda did- and on her 18th birthday, her dream comes true!!But of course, Selene-The Moon Goddess-has never been one to do things the normal way.. including assigning a mate..or mates..

In the twilight years of the dynasty, treacherous villains rose to power and demons plagued the world.Qin Zheng, bearing a scroll of virtuous deeds, traveled through time and found that by beheading those wrapped in sin, he could attain virtue and enhance his martial arts prowess.Thus, Qin Zheng glanced at the Ghost Head Greatsword in his hand.“The auspicious moment has come, to the execution!”With a great shout, Qin Zheng swung his blade and beheaded his target!!----------------This book is also known as “I've Become an Executioner After Time Travel?” and “Achieving Sainthood Through Merit, I Seek Elevation by Executing Sinners”......

“Missus, time to fulfil your duties!” Mu Yuchen demanded as he pulled Xi Xiaye closer with his arms intimately wrapped around her waist.

It was a meticulously planned feast for the powerful. Her fiancé had knelt down on one knee and proposed to her sister instead. Robbed of her right to her inheritance, she was prepared for the Xi family to throw her to the wolves.
As she slipped away from her family that had turned their backs on her, she found him — Mu Yuchen, the low-profile and reserved noble that ruled City Z and led Glory World Corporation.

“Mu Yuchen, let’s get married!” He looked up at her, then suddenly stood up.

“Where are you going?”

“Let’s go. Any later and the civil affairs bureau will be closed.”

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