Pokemon: Master of tactics - Chapter 357: Pokemon master of tactics -

“I can’t believe my eyes. The ice lord actually kissed a man. God, help me!”

Qin Pan, originally A country famous goddess of war, a genius military doctor! But she was betrayed by her comrades, resulting in defeat! With her hands wounded, she was demoted as a civilian. In order to cure her mother’s illness, she had to put down her identity to beg for help. Relatives: “Get out! You want to borrow money, you deserve it?” Scum: “I Engaged with you just because of your status. But now you are a waste. We quit marriage!” Only that handsome man, holding her hand, “Don’t be afraid, I will let you stand on the top again.” Qin Pan looked at him, “Who are you?” “Your believer.” Later, and Qin Pan acquired the miracle doctor system, which not only cured herself and her mother but also made her abilities even more terrifying. Relatives begged, while Qin sneered, “Get away! Do you deserve it?” The scum repent, Qin kicked him away, “Don’t let me see you again! As for the man at home... After Qin Pan slept her, leaving a note.” Wait for me three years, I will come back to marry you.” Qin Pan returned to the army to beat all the people who framed her hard blow, but to her surprise, she met the man who was supposed to be waiting for her at home in the army. Xi Ce smile, “What a coincidence.” Qin Pan: “...” The day Qin Pan was reinstated, the soldiers were shocked to see – their cold Major General Xi Ce, half kneeling in front of Qin Pan, kissing the back of her hand, said “My god, can now love your believer?” “Unfortunately, I am not your god, I am an evil spirit of hell, and come back only for revenge.” Never mind. “Seize kissed her red lip.” If you want to love, I will love the world with you. If you want to hate, I will help you destroy the world.”

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”