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The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Latent •Copyright ©All rights reserved. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Warning: this book is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the ages of 18. __ Six years ago... . The Alpha of the Stillmoon pack stood in the shadows and surveyed his three daughters. All between the ages of eleven and thirteen, they carelessly played underneath the silvery shine of the moonlight alongside other pack-children.

"…so… why did you even sleep with me back then?" Noru smirks and grabbed Toma on the hair to pull his face to his crotch. "I was curious about it, just like you. And I never thought that we'll both get addicted by the idea of fucking each other. It was you who gave me the opportunity of learning this kind of sex… since girls were starting to get boring." "So it was still about sex." Toma thought there's another reason. "Yeah, but you know, since you were my first guy…" Noru's thumb traced Toma's lips, then tried to touch Toma's tongue. "…you hold a special space in my heart."

ARDEN "You can find her there and finally get laid. You've been so grumpy this whole fücking week." Jiro smirked, retreating to his room. It was ten in the evening when I got a text from him saying he had got some lead and this time, he was sure about it. I immediately hopped into my car and drove to his apartment. "Lock the door when you leave," "Why am I surprised you're not out tonight?" "Nah, just exhausted tracking this woman who happens to turn Arden into some sort of "A romantic-kind-of guy"."

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The room smells of sex and shame and sheer, unadulterated release. Slowly, he pulls out. A gush of his cum follows, trickling down my inner thigh, warm and sticky. He turns me around. My legs are so weak I almost collapse. He catches me, his hands on my arms, his eyes locked on mine. They’re no longer cold. They’re dark, satisfied, hungry in a new way. He looks at the wet spot on his desk, the mess between my legs, my utterly wrecked expression. A slow smile spreads across his face. “Your charting is still atrocious, Nurse Ella,” he says, his voice rough but calm. “But you show… potential in other areas.”

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

I arched into him, fingers digging into his shoulders. He groaned low in his throat. "You're not innocent." "No," I whispered, trembling. "Not with you." He lifted his head, eyes dark and wild with. His hand slid back up to cup my jaw. "Good." And then he kissed me again I pulled away just enough to catch my breath, my palms pressed lightly against his chest. His heartbeat thundered beneath my touch—wild, uneven. Just like mine. He looked at me with something raw in his eyes. Desire.

Only… their amorous activity wasn’t due to some magical bond connecting their primal beasts. Being surrounded by something that, to him, was abnormal, gradually settled itself to it being less strange. The male, Archie, touching him, however wasn’t making him too comfortable, well his wolf comfortable. He ignored the discomfort to listen to Stu talk about an anecdote from work, which he appeared to do something about helping people from losing their money from something called fraud. His wolf was beginning to grow more restless, growls were almost coming to the surface every time Archie grazed his hand against Chris’. In honestly, he was mildly enjoying the brushing contact, but his wolf was

I don't take it for granted, ever. A quick note for anyone who wandered in without the warning up front: this book is adult romance, explicit, and entirely fictional. Everything in these pages — the heat, the tension, the messier feelings, all of it — exists to entertain consenting adult readers who want a story that doesn't fade to black at the good part. If that's you, welcome. You're exactly who I'm writing for.