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RonanIf I could frame a picture of Aria just as she is right now, I would.My mate is art with her pupils blown wide, lips parted and swollen, shirt lifted over her perfect full tits and pants discarded somewhere on my office floor, as they should be.I run a hand over her round belly and the thought of her carrying our second pup makes me so hard I could hammer nails with my dick.Even her delicious scent is sweeter, more addictive. It calls to my protective and possessive instincts and makes me want to accost her, to stow her away until there is no more danger.“Are you just going to stand there and look at me?” she pants with an indignant little frown.Little minx. “Maybe later.”I plunge into her. Her body welcomes me, opens and sucks me in, gripping greedily. My balls tighten from the slick tightness of her hot center.It feels like I'm coming home.Like finding peace in a storm.Like all of me centers around, in, and because of her.Snapping my hips forward in a hard, measured

AriaThis moment feels like deja vu.No, like a parallel universe bringing me back to the moment I first stepped foot in BlackRidge.Only this time I'm not an outsider.Not looking back on the life I'm running from.I'm thinking about the future I'm fighting for.The people who hold both my duty and my affection.The entire pack is dressed in dark, mourning attire. The quiet sniffles against a grey heavy clouded sky as we all gather in the packs graveyard clearing to honor the life of Rosa Delacourt.All five of her children came to honor their mother as well as countless other friends from various packs.“Rosa was an example of what we all should strive to be,” Ronan says with affection. “Open, warm, protective, gracious and kind. There wasn't a person among us who didn't feel seen within seconds of being in her presence. But in the wake of this great tragedy it is important to remember her life and all the ways she strived to make others better.”Ronan goes and picks up a fistful of

Marcus“Fuck,” I shout, knocking over the energy drink tower to my left.My eyes burn and I know I need rest but I can't leave. I can't walk away knowing those kids are out there being put through Goddess knows what.I scrub my face with my hands forcing myself to focus.Whoever is setting up this system must have a bot changing the path every day and hiding the original server underneath a Russian nesting doll cover up sequence.It gives me only twenty four hour time periods to try and crack through each one.I'm getting closer, I can feel it.A knock at the door draws my attention.“Marcus, it's me.”Eliza.My wolf perks up at the sound of our mate's voice.*I'm coming in.”The door opens. She is pushing it in with her hip, balancing a tray of food in her hands.I jump up to take the tray from her.“By the moon, it smells like a used sock in here,” she goes to the windows and opens them up.Then she takes the trash and starts to throw out all the empty cans.“You don't have to do th

XochitlDante pulls the male down to him and shifts with a speed most enforcers take years to be able to accomplish.Elliot charges at the other human, taking advantage of his stunned look and Ashlynn throws herself to the ground where Sigrid is waiting, scooping her up into his arms.Tuned into her son, Sage turns and fires at the camera feeds, one after another, cutting out the signal.My mind freezes as I try to register what I'm seeing.The large monstrous limbs and curved claws. The hulking bipedal frame and blazing silver eyes.Dante isn't just a wolf.He's a hybrid.Elliot knocks the man unconscious, and the others rush to the cages to release the other juveniles, eye on Dante's beast like they aren't sure what they are seeing.The beast crushes the male wind pipe in his massive claws as if his bones were hollow.The humans I'm holding scream, claw to get away but their panic only draws the hybrids attention.He turns to them and the scent of piss fills the air.Disgusting.Sag

Rick“That's it, boy,” I encourage.Low uses his wind to block another raised root. We'd be outside making up training games for two hours and it is the most fun I’ve had in months.Reaching for my connection to the earth, I lift up another branch and watch as my grandson dodges it.Over and over again, we practice this maneuver and I can see his reflexes improving with every every avoided branch.A small group of pops is gathered at the edge and I wave them over.“Come on. Let's all get in here,” I encourage.Before I know it all the pups are laughing and giggling if they participate in agility and instinctual drills.“You look like you're enjoying yourself, old man,” Liam says with his typical bite.“That's because I am. The pups make me feel youthful again.“Since you're so desperate to turn back the clock, you can just come babysit mine anytime you want,” Liam says“And give you the opportunity to make more. I think not. That mate of yours deserves a break.”He frowns and I laugh.