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He deliberately grinned, a boyish, mischievous grin. “A rock star?” he asked hopefully. Shaina’s astuteness was far more than he had given her credit for. She managed a nervous laugh. “Not hardly, Alexander. A wolf. A big bad wolf.” She held up the stuffed animal, “lust like him.” He laughed with her but took great care to appear more human as he left the room with a reassuring wave. Goodbye…see you again next time little witch. END OF BOOK 1

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she replied, not giving any hint that she was interested in this conversation. “Okay, then why don’t I tell you about me?” I paused. When she didn’t say anything, I continued, “My name is Alexander Adalwolf, but you can just call me Alex. I’m the alpha of the Pine Forest Pack, which I’m sure you know by now. I’m twenty-six years old. During my free time, I like to sketch, and I’d like to show you my drawings sometime. If you warm up enough, I’d love to sketch you. I don’t normally do portraits, but you are honestly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life, and I’d love any excuse just to stare at you for hours on end. You also smell amazing.”

Yeah, that's how bad it was but I'm not really going to delve into that right away. Let me tell you a little bit, just a tiny bit about myself. So, my name is Alexa Whittier and I'm seventeen years old. I like dissecting animals, mostly insects and small creatures I find in my backyard and I'm homeschooled. I mean that's what I'll tell someone my age but I haven't spoken to anyone my age or around it.

asked Alexander. "I'd kill for a bacon burger from Taki's," said Alexandra. "No problem, I'll send someone to get you one right now," said Alexander, taking out his phone. "Could you get them to pick up some things for me at the grocery store too? I'm craving pickles, hot Cheetos, barbecue chips, and espresso chocolate cookie crumble ice cream. Oh and a thing of chocolate sauce," said Alexandra. Alexander nodded, secretly hoping that Alexandra just wanted snacks and wasn't planning on mixing all of it together.

"My old friend Nathaniel Everhart is a dad. The lucky son of a bitch had a son. Lancelot Everhart. Sounds like some royal bullshit from a fairytale." "Maximilian, that's fucking enough," Alexander demands, cutting him off. "Shut the fuck up, Alexander," I say without looking at him, focusing on Maximilian. "Keep talking." "Him and his family look so fucking happy in those pictures they post on their socials. I fucking hate social media. People just post about all the happy shit in their lives. Nobody can be that fucking happy. I can guarantee it." He finishes and closes the journal. "I wrote that shit years ago. I was—" I cut him off before he can defend what he wrote.

Her hands high above her head with his hand wrapped around it as ropes, her dress riding up revealing more, his breaths quickens it was a burning mess a complete sauna. "I wanna see you in that wedding dress," Alexander whispered leaving her with goose bumps. "I wanna see your innocence," he whispered once more releasing her. He walked over to the bed lazy and carefree, his hips moving from left to right freely, unbuttoning his shirt button by button. And on the bed he laid, legs spread wide, leaned back, head raised with focused eyes on her and ripped abs peeking through the top of his shirt.

For people who didn’t have a voice. I was so proud of him. Of us. My phone buzzed in my hand with another notification. I looked down at my phone, my eyes widening with pleasant joy as my lips slowly began to spread in a pleasant smile. "Restock, please!" "Can’t believe it sold out in 24 hours." "This is the best edge control I’ve ever used!!" I laughed, shaking my head. My brand, my hard earned baby, Alexandria Beauty had launched today, and already it had sold out.

I whispered. “Good girl,” Alex said, his voice filled with pride. His hand continued its soothing strokes on my forehead. “Now, listen to me, Flora. I am Alexander Bennette, and I am perfect. Everything that belongs to me is perfect, no matter what anyone else thinks. You belong to me, and you are perfection. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Does this hurt?” he asked, his voice softer now. “Yes,” I admitted.