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How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

Complete with dilated eyes, trembling body, and gaping mouth. Shaking himself out of his worry, convinced that it was just another trick, Fenris retained his rage and approached her. “Long time no see, hasn’t it? Chris-" Before he could finish his sentence, as he reached out for her, Christen suddenly jumped back in fright, to the edge of the bed. A bit too far to the edge, as she slipped off the bed and fell to the floor, taking the cover along with her. Fenris grew confused when she suddenly moved the way she did. Her falling off the bed made him regain the worry he had, as he hastily walked to the other side of the bed to her.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

Chapter 3 Dawn Ellery's point of view I wake to sunlight spilling through a gap in heavy curtains, painting a golden stripe across unfamiliar silk sheets. My body feels like it's been run over by a truck, muscles screaming in protest as I push myself to sitting position. The room spins briefly, reality reassembling itself in fragments—the chase through neon-soaked streets, the shimmering barrier, Sorin's rage as the doors closed between us. And then... them. The twins with dragon-green eyes who looked at me like they knew every secret I'd ever kept, even from myself.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

But I shouldn’t be. The last thing I remember is Remy’s body going limp beneath my hands, then her… my mate, standing a few feet away, haloed in moonlight and fury. The air around her shimmered, alive with threads of gold and silver light that spread across her skin like fire desperate to be set free. Her eyes locked on mine, and for one impossible heartbeat, everything stopped. I saw it; the storm gathering inside her, power vast enough to burn the world clean. She wasn’t afraid. She was glowing with fury, our very own avenging angel. Then came the crack of gunfire, and the burn that tore straight through my chest. Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light.

He demands. My body begins to shiver with anticipation. I bite my lip to stop a moan from falling from my lips. His hands have landed on my pussy. His fingers disappear between my folders, and I’m dying with need. “I want you to make me feel you.” His lips crash to mine, taking control of me. I close my eyes and fall into the passion. The kiss is fierce but not forceful. I open my eyes to seek out his emerald eyes, but instead of finding green eyes looking back at me, a set of hateful, murderess blue eyes stare back at me.