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Evander My throat goes dry. Every muscle in my body tenses as she walks closer, her eyes dark with lust and raw need. There’s no hesitation in her gaze, she wants this. She wants me. She wants to be fucked.What if this is the moment her wolf heals? I can’t waste it.“Turn around and face the wall,” I rasp.“No!”Gosh! Why is she this stubborn? Why torment me like this?I stare at her for a while and quickly snap, closing the distance in one stride. Unable to resist further, I crash my mouth against hers in a fierce, hungry kiss. She melts instantly, kissing me back with equal desperation. I push her backward through the spray until we’re in the middle of the shower faucet.My hands roam her body greedily, sliding over wet skin as I devour her lips. I shove my trousers down my legs, kicking them aside. My cock springs free, hard and aching.Without breaking the kiss, I reach out and turn the shower on fully. Water rains down on us as our mouths move together, tongues tangling.Surpr

Evander The night is unbearingly sad. My sister Sarah lies unconscious on one of the stone slabs in this White Keep. Beside her are the others taken by this cruel curse. I take a hold of her cold hand as I stare at her pale face, my heart cracking. This is all my fault. The moon goddess is definitely cursing my pack because I killed my fated mate.But what was she expecting? She tells me Seraphina Moondancer is my fated mate today and the next time, I feel a bond with someone different. That's quite absurd.My only regret is that now, my people suffer from my errors and an innocent girl will have to die to save them.Perhaps this is also another way of punishing me. Making me desire a girl I must sacrifice!I am going to fix this mess. No matter what it costs me. I will remedy everything.Soft footsteps echo behind me. I don’t turn, I already know it’s Ann. She stops beside me, staring down at our sister.For a long moment, she says nothing. Then her hand slips into mine, warmly.“

Seraphina He opens the door with an irritated growl. “Who the fuck is that…” The words die in his throat the moment his eyes land on me.He stares, visibly stunned as he takes me in- my obvious pale eyes, the way I’m standing there trying so hard to look composed.“Can I come in?”He smiles deceitfully before stepping aside. “Of course.”I walk past him, arms wrapped around myself. The room is as huge as Evander's, perfect for an alpha.I turn to face him, forcing frustration into my tone. “Is he always like that?”“Who?” he asks casually, moving back toward the table where an open bottle of champagne sits.“Your brother, of course,” I say. “He’s always so moody and nonchalant.”He chuckles under his breath as he pours himself another glass. “Was that why you were crying earlier?”I freeze, unsure of what to say. The question catches me off guard, I can't really tell him my exact reasons for that, it would ruin everything.He doesn’t wait for an answer. He lifts the glass, studying

Seraphina The petition hall is grand yet intimidating. Rows of petitioners stand in orderly lines while the guards stand in a vertical line to prevent them from crossing. Onlookers fill the sides of the hall, watching with curious and expectant eyes as I sit on the raised dais in the Luna’s seat, my back straight, hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Williams lounges beside me, far too close for comfort, one arm draped casually over the back of my chair. His occasional glances make my skin prickle. Every time I feel his eyes on me, my stomach tightens.He leans in, breath warm against my ear, voice low and teasing. “You forgot your hand towel in my room last night. I would have given it to you during breakfast, but I didn’t want my brother to get any ideas in his head.”My breath catches. I had left in such a hurry, so overwhelmed with frustration, that I hadn’t even noticed the towel slipping from my hands. I hadn’t realized it was missing until now.I glance a

Seraphina I stand there frozen, my back still pressed against the wall. I keep my lips sealed tight, my gaze fixed somewhere past his shoulder. Words won’t come. My mind is stupidly too tangled in the heat still simmering beneath my legs. I'm fucking so wet, but I can't admit. I won't.To my surprise, he doesn’t wait for an answer. His hand drifts down, fingertips grazing the fabric over my thigh, sliding upward with slow intent.I catch his wrist instinctively, “I’m not…wet.” I manage to say, voice barely more than a breath.A slow smile curves his lips. He doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans closer and gently pries my grip loose with surprising ease. Fuck! I want to stop him further but another part of me wouldn't let me.His palm continues its path, slipping beneath the hem of my dress, tracing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I shiver, thighs pressing together on reflex, but he nudges them apart just enough. His fingers reach higher, brushing against the damp fabric of my