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Without realizing it, she muttered under her breath, “How come he looks so handsome?” Leo tugged on his leash, pulling her out of her thoughts. She shook her head and added bitterly, “Not everything that looks good is good.” She turned on her heel and walked away, refusing to let the sight of him invade her peace. Later that afternoon, Amira sat on her couch, scrolling through her I*******m feed while Leo lay lazily at her feet. Her thumb froze when a post popped up—an announcement for the grand opening of a luxury business in America. Her eyes widened as she read the caption: “Aiden Laurent ventures overseas! New beginnings, new horizons.”

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

“A toy. A piece of bait. It doesn't matter. What matters is that Amani is finally biting back. She’s moving the silver, she’s talking to the guards, and she’s building a fortress around her heart. She thinks she’s doing it alone. She thinks she has to be the one to carry the burden of that pack’s survival.” I looked toward the distant lights of the Eclipse Star packhouse, a dark, possessive smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. Amani thought she was scraping for survival in a world that had forgotten her. She had no idea that the boy she’d saved, the one who was the Prince of the Lycans, was standing right behind her, waiting for the perfect moment to hand her the world.

Wanted his mouth. He rocked back on his heels finally, meeting my gaze. The raw vulnerability there hit me like a punch— no boardroom ice, no teasing smirk. Just a man standing on the edge of a cliff he desperately wanted to jump off, hating himself for the restraint. His eyes darkened as they flicked down to my lips, my heaving chest, the way my legs had parted just a little without me realizing.

Amaya’s hair whipped wildly around her face as she focused intently on opening a portal so we didn’t plummet 40 floors down to our deaths. A/N: See I told you they weren't getting any sleep tonight. :) Please join Ruby's Reading Room for a fun launch party. My first book is hitting a****n this weekend :)

“Now, I would like you to introduce yourselves. You will tell me your name, your favorite book, and it's author.” A girl in the front row nearly jumped out of her seat before he had even finished speaking. She blushed furiously, batted her lashes, and said, “My name is Amy Knight, and my favorite book is A Court of Thorns by Lupita Addams.” “Very good,” Professor Cassian said, nodding at her. "Next." The class went on introducing themselves. I barely registered what they were saying. There was only one thought in my head: Why was the professor pretending not to know me?

He went home. Aayan told his Dad everything. Yash kept silent for some time, then brought a book. He gave it to Aayan. Aayan "This book?" Yash: "This book is about werewolves. I have read a few pages. Someone kept it outside our house." Aayan looked at the book. The book's cover had a picture of a werewolf. The book looked ancient. Yash, "I don't know who kept it. I don't know how many werewolves are here. I don't know whether this book was given by a friend or an enemy. But I feel you should read it once."