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#HAREM_OF_LUST 🔞 #Chapter 13 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖🍖 🍖🍖 🍖

A Dark Fantasy Romance Unholy Hunger ✦ Some loves are not forbidden by men. They are forbidden by gods. •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• Before Time Learned to Count •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × •••••• × ••••••

she promised softly, her eyes shining with a fierce, absolute devotion. The submission in her voice vanished, replaced by a raw, unadulterated hunger that matched my own. I couldn't take the distance anymore. I leaned down and slammed my lips against hers, breaking the six months of starvation with a fierce, violent kiss that tasted of rain, salt, and absolute possession.

Denver shared my sentiment on the matter, not only because he was my best friend but also because he stood to lose something in this deal as well. "The alpha who wins stands to gain a lot more than he's truly worthy of." Denver licked the bottom of his lips as his gaze glazed over in thought, "What if you rig the games and neither one of them wins." "I thought about that but I'd have to know what the games are beforehand and my father isn't giving any details away. I haven't even found anything about the games in his journals or on his laptop. He probably assumed the Alphas would do anything to win so he's keeping all his plans safely away from them, or anyone else who comes snooping around

Nora said. "You've read that same page three times. I counted." The girl took another bite and held out her hand. "Demi Okafor. Pre-law. I'm here on the Harwick Academic Scholarship and I've already decided I'm not going to be afraid of anything on that island. which is either very brave or very stupid Nora looked at the hand, then shook it. "Nora Ashby. Ancient Linguistics." "What's your scholarship?" "Academic. Harwick endowment."

He swallowed hard. "I'm hungry." ********************************* ~MATHIAS'S POV~ The world was too loud. The rain outside sounded like gunfire. Tate's heartbeat was a thunderclap in my ears. The smell of Daxon's sweat, the iron tang of Tate's blood pumping through her veins... it was overwhelming. And the hunger. It wasn't like wolf hunger. Wolf hunger was a fire in the belly. This was a void. A clawing, desperate emptiness that screamed to be filled.

Echo said cautiously, "the answer is not to force a choice, but to negotiate with the Ancient Hunger? What if we could offer it something other than consumption? What if there is a form of connection that even an entity driven by hunger could find satisfying?" "You cannot negotiate with hunger," the Resistance said, manifesting for the first time in millions of years. "Hunger is not a perspective that can be reasoned with. It is not a consciousness that can be convinced to change its mind. It is simply want given form, and it will not be satisfied until everything is consumed."

I was ready. I had spent months training for this moment and I was ready. The annual Grand Hunt had finally come for this year. Until now, I couldn’t be a part of the festivities because I was too young. The age for eligibility to participate was 24. This year, it was finally my year. I’d been training since before I even qualified. I would do it; I would win. For my family. I had to. I would restore my family name if it was the last thing I’d do.

It was everything I had been starving for since the moment I first saw her standing in my study with hatred in her eyes. Killian wanted to kill her. He could smell the blood from where I had broken her(her hymen), the blood that marked her as mine, and he wanted more. He wanted to taste it, to feel it on his tongue, to drown in it. The hunger was a living thing inside me, a fire that was consuming everything in its path, and I was burning alive.

Her eyes were distant. "Mom, I want to have spicy stew in grandpa's memory."