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"You'll always have the right to tell me to stop." When he lowered his lips to mine, I didn't flinch. Even when pain mingled with the pleasure and I lost my breath, he never hurried me like Giovanni would. He would stroke my back until I relaxed. Afterward, he cradled me in his arms. He gently combed my hair with his fingers. "Are you alright?" I nodded and burrowed against his chest. "Better than alright. I never knew it could actually be… good." … The next morning, I woke from a nightmare.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Onyx The next morning was glorifying with the warmth of the sun falling over the freshly settled white snow on the ground. The sparkling snow shined like a diamond. All the animals were in hibernation and the environment outside the pack house was quieter than usual. I was indulged in the book given by the elf, last night in the library. There were too many things written in the book but nothing about defeating magical powers. “Damn!!” I cursed. “Relax, Onyx! Why were you so troubled?” Fiarra approached with a cup filled of hot chocolate and offered me.

Even the devil sleeps, apparently. His arms are closed around me a parody of a lover’s embrace and his blonde hair looks even blonder in the room full of early-morning sunshine. His evenly tanned skin, along with that hair, gives him the appearance of a laidback surfer. And that body… No man should have a body like that to match a face like his. It’s just not fair to the rest of the world. He looks so peaceful, and if everything I remember is real, then he’s probably exhausted. No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

Every earthy, oversexed inch of him absolutely repelled her and there was a certain deadly attraction to that amount of revulsion… Christophe moved with the grace of a prowling tiger. He had the face of a dark fallen angel and the stunning magnetism of a very physical male. She studied the dark planes of his impassive features, the clear golden eyes set beneath winged black eyebrows and the savagely high cheekbones which lent such fierce strength to his face. Her gaze glossed over the stubborn jut of a decidedly Greek nose and the wide perfection of his narrow mouth before hurriedly falling away.

Xenia proceeded, then she faced the bars, and with a flash of her eyes, the iron doors blast opened and Onyx didn't waste any time and scampered down the foyer of the pack vaults, passing cell after cell filled with prisoners that unfurled their hands towards her for help, finally, she arrived at her destination and hastily broke into the cell. "Roxanne!" Onyx blat, rushing toward the mindless form of the three girls shackled and back rested against the wall. She hunched and placed her fingers on Roxanne's neck, feeling her throb but the she-wolf stirred awake and eyed aghast at the Omega.

Before everything changed. Neah is in the center, laughing at something Shane said. Sun in her hair. Joy on her face. I want that girl back. The one who didn't carry the weight of the world on her shoulders. Tomorrow I fight to give her that. Even if she's changed too much to ever be that carefree again. I put the phone away. Go back to work. --- Dawn comes too fast. The convoy assembles in the training grounds. Four packs. Over two hundred wolves. Vehicles lined up. Weapons loaded. Warriors in tactical gear moving with practiced efficiency.

But a figure directly bypassed Sol and was the first to walk toward me on the stage. He knelt before me and took out an obsidian box carved with star patterns. When he opened the box, a ruby the size of a pigeon egg glowed inside, its light pulsing like a heartbeat. I recognized it—the Heart of the Abyss. It was said it would bring eternal love to the wearer. "Lyra," his voice was gentler than I had ever heard it, "are you willing to bind your fate with mine?"

The dark forest started to clear as I flew forward on my delicate wings. The first thing to catch my eye in the firelight was Kezia strapped to a pole in the middle of the nexus circle surrounded by what looked to be human bones. The rose bushes that were planted six years ago were the size of people, bushy, and well cared for. Their blooms were just starting to fade as the fall equinox rose. A hundred or so crystals sparkled in the moonlight spread out over the complicated circles drawn in the dirt. Mila stood at the edge of the circle chanting in a language I couldn't make out.

I quieten down my thoughts and make myself black the room before us comes hazily into my view. My bedroom, the bedsheets, the door and walls. Even the pictures of the people I once held dear to me flick by as Onyx controls my body to sit up. Morning has come, and another day has started. I wonder… what does he have in store for us today. “Sake old, Damian. Children to take, children to teach a lesson. Witches to fuck…” he talks aloud, answering my questions. You’re a sick bastard, Onyx. “Never claimed to be anything but. Now, climb into that cubby hole and be quiet. I have a thing to do today that needs my full concentration.”