Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Rodney’s house stood right in the heart of the base–a grand, traditional courtyard with a touch of local ethnic flair. The three–layer design exuded an air of elegance and authority..

As the group stepped into the compound, it was clear that securly was tight. Soldiers stood guard at regular intervals.

In the living room, Yvette took a seat on the main couch. Beside her sat Jeremiah, followed by Emmett, Samantha, and Charles. Eagle King, as casual as ever, sprawled lazily across the other end of the couch.

Rodney poured a glass of juice, placing it carefully on the table in front of Yvette. “Kash took a team out. There’s been some trouble out there, and he’s handling it. He should be back soon. he knew you were here, he’d be thrilled.”

They could tell from Rodney’s excitement that this “Kash” wasn’t an ordinary figure. No doubt, it was another persoй connected to Yvette.

Samantha, Charles, and Emmett instinctively turned their gazes toward Eagle King, who had seemingly become their unofficial guide and source of insider information.

Eagle King popped open a beer from the table, nonchalantly taking a sip before addressing their unspoken curiosity. “Kash is insane when it comes to physical strength. He’s the one Rodney trusts the most.

“They grew up together, but listen here, this guy is downright ruthless and he never blinks when he kills. Once he sets his mind on something, you’d better not stand in his way. I’m telling you, keep your distance when he’s around.”

When Eagle King said that, the group immediately understood. They thought, ‘Crazy physical strength? Probably another formidable figure.

Eagle King took another big gulp of his beer, savoring the refreshing buzz. He looked at Yvette and said, “Kash fears nothing but Yvette. If she tells him to do something, he’ll never refuse.”

Yvette rested her chin on one hand, her left hand casually draped over the armrest of the couch. Her slender right hand held a glass, her expression calm. Without a word, she peeled an orange at her own pace and handed a piece to Jeremiah.

Rodney watched Yvette’s gesture, his mood visibly souring. He thought bitterly, ‘One day, I’ll make Yvette realize that I’m the best. She’s just blinded by Jeremiah now.

his breath, “Damn it,

but in a room full of people with sharp ears,

for a second before doing the same. They weren’t

a kid. Jeremiah may not be able to deal with a

for him. He smiled slightly and said

at the two people flanking her–one a composed man, the other an eager boy–and rubbed her forehead. -Samantha took a sip

playful. “Kash was an orphan. When my father found him, he was living

used him to

child raised by werewolves? Moments like these always reminded them just how strange

thought his actions had gone unnoticed,

looking down at Rodney, who was a little shorter than her. Noticing his sneaky maneuver, she smirked faintly but said nothing,

with me. He’s three years older, but after he was brought out of the forest, I was the one who taught him how to cat properly, how to dress,

of which, Rodney looked

his eyes. Sure, Rodney had taken good care of Kash–they had practically grown up relying on each

combat skills were nothing short of extraordinary. Even in a hand–to–hand fight without using any internal energy, people’s chances

a wolf’s ferocity, and Rodney’s years of ruling had been supported

The scars on his

in one gulp before smirking. “As for how Yvette managed to bring Kash under

Yvette’s method of taming Kash was

to Yvette as well, clearly

water, her expression stayed indifferent. Leaning back lazily against the couch, her cold eyes swept