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0016: Shenanigans And Mean Girl
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KAREN’S POVThe world swayed beneath me as I stumbled toward the pack house, each step a battle against the firestorm raging inside my veins. My legs trembled—weak, unsteady—as if my bones had turned to liquid.The cold night air should have soothed me, but it only made the heat under my skin burn fiercer, sharper. Every breath came in shallow gasps, my lungs too tight, too raw. My clothes clung to me, damp with sweat, the fabric chafing against my overheated skin. The weight of my own body was too much. Just a little farther.I slipped through the side entrance, praying to the Moon Goddess that no one would see me like this—weak, unraveling, barely holding myself together. I couldn’t face Jackson. Not now. Not when my body ached with need, when my thoughts were thick with the fog of my heat. The memory of his scent—warm cedar and wild earth—flashed through my mind, and I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.No. Not him. Not yet.I dragged myself toward my doorstep, my fingers scrap
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Loved By The Lycan King 0043: Spoiled Rotten
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Loved By The Lycan King 0040:Trust And Tumble
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Loved By The Lycan King 0039: Grown Kids
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Loved By The Lycan King 0038:Damn Good Thing
KAREN’S POVTime moved so slowly it felt like hours. Every tick of the clock was loud in the quiet room. My hands fidgeted with the sheets, my whole body restless, craving the one thing that could calm me down—him.Then—finally—the door creaked open softly. I held my breath.I sat up fast, my heart pounding, as Jackson walked in. The light from the hallway shone behind him as his eyes quickly searched the room before finding me.He let out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing like he’d been carrying something heavy all day. The door shut behind him, closing us in together."Hey," I whispered, already slipping off the bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor.His voice was rough and tired but so warm—like coming home after being lost for years. "Hey, baby."Two steps. That’s all it took before his arms were around me, holding me so tight I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. I pressed my face into his neck, breathing in his scent, and suddenly, everything inside me felt calm,
