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That very quickly fell quiet as all eyes turned to me. “Amara?” Tara questioned her eyes wide with worry, and I forget that she knew Amelia, Tara was the only girl here who was here at the time and was old enough to know what it all meant, and Amelia was the only girl that was ever allowed to dress in clothes other than the slaves uniform.

She says unsure of what is happening. Amara looks at us, squares her shoulders up and her body starts rippling. Right before my eyes her body starts morphing, and I will be damned, she turned into a wolf. A beautiful, magnificent, very large wolf. Imogen and I just stared at her and looked back at each other, as if we were dreaming the same bizarre dream together. I step forward towards Amara, and put my hand out, wanting to touch her. She leans forward and rubs the top of her furry head under my hand. This is absolutely incredible.

"Sure, it is." With a scowling huff, Amiriam turned to her. "I caught him with some other stupid girl in the hot tub. This time she was topless, and you could tell that they were getting close to reaching the good stuff. Can you imagine that? What if James had found them? I mean, how can the moron be so irresponsible?" Jaw to the floor and eyes wide with bulging, Rita craned forward like they were sharing secrets in grade school. "Seriously? Topless? Wooow," she drew out the word before uttering, "At least only one girl this time, though, right?"

Amira said dis entangling herself from Amir's arms. Amira was now fully aware of how exposed she was. She used her hands to cover her full breasts from Amir's gaze. "You're still my wife and I've seen you naked so many times, so why are you embarrassed?" Amir said "But you're here for the princess" Amira said "Was, until i saw you again, I'll just let her know I'm no longer interested and I've found my wife and child. It wouldn't be much of a problem" Amir said

Amanda smirked evilly while Amara gasped. "Sis you sure? He is a playboy and you want to give your virginity to him..." Amara was nervous. She too had a crush on him but never did in her dream she thought to act like a slut. "I am sure. He won't be able to resist my charm." Amanda flung her hair arrogantly. "Oh!!!" Amara squeeze out a forced smile and left Amanda with her dark thoughts.

She looks down onto her lap hiding her pink-tinted cheeks from me and I almost chuckle "Shadow" she whispers as she stands up "Yes," I look at her every movement. She stands up and walks over to the door locking it. My eyebrows furrow in confusion "Sweetheart what are y-" cutting myself off. The sight in front of me has me on my knees praying to God to forgive me for my sins and to think I'm not a religious man Amari took her robe off leaving herself to be bare in front of me in just a sexy two-piece lingerie. The lace barely hides anything from one's imagination

Her physical awareness of him was alarming enough. A few minutes later, dressed in a pair of khakis and a plain button-down shirt that had been provided for her, her hair neatly plaited, Amira stepped out of her tent. The brilliance of the desert sun, the hard, bright blue of the sky, and the perfect clarity of the air left her breathless for a moment. She was dazzled by the austere beauty of the desert, even though she didn't want to be. She didn't want to feel anything for any of it.

*** IRENE *** The sound of Amira’s voice, so smug and cruel, felt like salt rubbed into every wound I had. The fear from the club, the horror of the video, the helplessness—it all boiled over, mixing with a hot, desperate anger. “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, my voice trembling with tears and rage. “You sit in your perfect, safe little world and throw stones. You don’t know anything!” “Oh, I know enough,” Amira sneered laughingly. “I know a gold-digging trash when I see one. Dragging my father’s name through the mud with your cheap drama. Did you enjoy your little performance for the cameras? I bet you did—”

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”

Within three breaths, her name is the number one search hit across the border lands. The territory's underground forums are howling with vicious messages. "Holy wolf moon! Did that video stream just d******d to my tablet? Amara’s mother is a feral stray!" "Amara always posts those videos showing his perfect, pure Alpha bloodline. Now his own mother is out in public acting like a common omega runner?" "Like mother, like pup. Was Amara’s whole high-ranking persona just a cheap illusion? The entire Western Pack has been conned!"