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How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

Sebastian pinched the bridge of his nose. “I said we’d go somewhere cold,” he corrected. “And safe.” Safe. That was the key word. Aspen was neutral territory. No blood feuds. No bullets. No rivals. Just snow, expensive cabins, and people who drank overpriced cocoa and pretended the world wasn’t run by men like him. That was the plan. The universe, however, had always enjoyed laughing at Sebastian Volkov. The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her.

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My hand reached out almost automatically and I picked up a worn paperback titled “Beneath the Wolf Moon.” A wolf-themed romance. Go figure. “You are going for those cheesy ones,” Emma teased from a nearby shelf. “They’re comforting,” I replied, hugging the book to my chest. “You always know who ends up together, no one actually gets punched in the face, and the girl doesn’t have to decide between two emotionally unstable guys.” She snorted. “Wish real life worked like that.” “Same.”

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She admitted. Carmela cleared her throat when she heard Blair’s remarks. As Jacob’s mother, she had no idea what motivated Jacob to replace all the women at Wolf Bank. From the managers up to the bank tellers, there were only men. “Have you read or heard anything about us?” She questioned the man instead. “Of course, Mrs. Gordon. The men in your family were famous playboys in their generation,” she answered.

“Today, we show them who we are.” For a heartbeat, the noise below faded, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breathing beside mine. “Together?” I asked. “Always.” And as the last of the sunset painted the sky in shades of fire and gold, I knew this was only the beginning…the day the world came to witness not just a coronation,but the rise of something far more dangerous than a crown. Two wolves, one destiny, and a kingdom that would never be the same again.

I am finding a comfortable spot when I saw a brown girl kissing a guy’s neck found it chessy worthy. And then again, I saw a girl seducing dancing on a guy’s lap. Never thought in the first place that I will come to this bar, well didn’t know that this will go wild. I’m still strolling when I saw a tall girl casually talking to a guy, it caught my attention because they’re the only one who isn’t dancing, just like me. I was about to approach them when the music stopped and the mic turned on.

Thomas grabbed his bible and trudged downstairs, finding and pulling a half drunk Mateo off some saloon girl, and out to the stables to nuzzle between Ade and Mateo; a string of curses leaving his mouth inaudibly. “A name?” Cassidy asked, sitting on the half warm bed and bent over, untying her boot laces; Dodge couldn’t tear his gaze away even if a tornado had suddenly appeared. “Can’t quite remember,” The saloon girl named Ruby said, thinking. “It started with a W though…” For the first time all night, Dodge tore his eyes away from Cassidy and out the cracked window; if the man's name she was looking for started with a ‘W’ then they weren’t looking for the same man.