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the lady responds, “my name is Amira my lord and on our way here, we have already been briefed on the kind of lives we will be living here” What she said piques my interest and I lean forward, “what kind of life will you be living here?” I inquire again, my eyes never leaving hers. “My lord” Amira went down on her knees, “I am one and eight years old and since the day I was born, my family rejected me because I was not able to wolf out and show my strength to them. Right from the age of ten, I started to train myself and I was lucky enough to wolf out a day ago. If only I heard a aqua blade a little faster, I would have come under your wing”

Amira butted in. Morgan watched her with curious eyes as she took a step away from him. He thought she stepped away because she’s not ready yet, however, his lips parted in surprise as he watch her stripped off her dress in front of him. “Tonight, I am not Amira the moon goddess of light and love. Tonight, I am Amira, the luna of Crescent Pack, mate of the alpha, and your wife. You can own me tonight, Morgan.” Morgan’s eyes scanned through the goddess’ beautiful nudity. Every part of her seems to be perfect. Her body is glowing as if the stars traced their way to her every curve but it was still not enough to give justice to this beautiful scenery in front of him.

Needed to find out what Leon was really after. The east wing. That's where the answers would be. Amira closed her email, deleted the messages from her phone, and sat in the dark, thinking. Tomorrow, she'd smile for Vivienne. Play the perfect wife. But soon—very soon—she'd find a way into that locked wing. Even if it meant crossing lines she'd never thought she'd cross. Because whoever had sent those messages was right about one thing: Leon wasn't who she thought he was. And she was done being the only person in this marriage who didn't know the truth.

"I think... I think I’d like to try something. Maybe not everything, but... something." Lucas stared at her. "Have you done something like this before, sweetheart? Amira shook her head with disappointment in her eyes. “I had never even been to such a room before.” Tasha cackled. “Oh, you always act like you were the most experienced slut on the planet.” Amira rolled her eyes, ignoring her. Tasha exhaled. “Honestly, I would have loved to have such a room in my club.” Smiling warmly at Lucas, she added, "We’ll start slow. Maybe the cuffs or the bench."

So, what are the plans you have for the woman you call Lessia? "I was going to make the announcement later," I said to them. "But since you've asked. I will tell you. I intend to make her my Luna." This time their faces were filled with shock at my words. Another round of their muttering began. "Are you really sure about this Kian? " One the elders said in a manner of concern. "Isn't she supposed to be just a sex slave? Did you not find her in the wood one day? Were it not from Maddox you had taken her from? Of course I understand how maddening the rush of multiple orgasms is to you young people, but a whore is not to be loved or wifed in anyway. A whore is to be used and thrown away."

"They act as advisors and representatives for the other members of the pack. Alex is the eldest daughter of the elders' leader, who is also the bad guy, hahaha." “Then?” "They've had their sights set on Madrigal City for a few years now. And they've discovered a loophole in not being able to locate Daniel's Luna." "So, what am I going to do?" "All you have to do now, Amira, is act," Abara responded almost immediately. "If you act as his Luna, the elders' plan will be halted, and the problem in this city will be resolved." In Amira's mind, the agreement she entered into does not appear to be a straightforward one. The responsibility she agreed to in exchange for her vacation was far too much

An odd collection of girls lined up the wall like a bunch of rejected mannequins in the warehouse. At the end of the training session, Margaret bopped over a big smile. Margaret is the main organizer at our club. She is in her late forties and a truly nice person -always smiling, even when people act like jerks. I don't get it. My theory is that Margaret is, in fact, an alien life form. Margaret counted the group of strays, checking names on her clipboard. "Yes! We've got almost enough for another team!" she gushed.

With everything said and done, she and Ken Li messed up the lives of a lot kids and destroyed the plans and dreams they had for their individual lives and future. “Amira killed Ken, I don’t know if she did it herself or she sent thugs to do it for her but I know she did it. She’s rich, Amira Li is very rich but it’s a hidden fact. She made a lot of worth for her self because she trades on forex and bitcoins, she’s also a nude model and acts professional pornography but under a different name and identity. She wears a disguise in most of shoots so she looks different from her normal self. She owes multiple buildings all over the world, she’s a strategist , smart and a psychopath.” She stated

Jagger growled slightly at the privacy intrusion on Kayda's behalf. "Obviously." I said shortly, not wanting to prolong this conversation. "Eoin, I am serious here. I know that doesn't belong to Amira because I know Amira went back to the Caribbean." he added. "How?" I asked him slightly defeated. " She is a royal siren. I know who is and isn't in my pack lands to ensure their safety. Amira is no normal pack member diplomatically, I need to know her movements." he responded. "So I also know you two called it quits."

I ask her, barely masking my open hostility at this point. “I know how it sounds Cole, but I am telling the truth. I am a werewolf.” “Oh my god, is it like a cult?” Imogen for the win again. “Goodness, I know how to pick them. A werewolf? Seriously Amara? Were you on medication before the collapse? I can talk to my parents and see if they can figure out how to help you.” I push away from the table and move to get up. She slams her hand down on top of mine and looks up at me. I catch the quickest odd flash of her eyes.