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Again, having read enough romance and supernatural books to know that the concept of a mate is common in those, but this is real life. Is it possible that these men are not human? Is it possible that we really are mates? I don’t take risks that could involve harm to myself or my son. I am a mom, and my main job is to keep my son safe and myself safe for him. Why do I feel these sparks and electricity with them? It has been fifteen years since I felt any type of electricity with a man, but it was not even close to the level I am feeling with these seemingly supernatural hotties. Regardless, I must get home! I will text my sister to track my phone location as a precaution. “Okay, please take m

I lightly chuckled while I ran my finger around the top of my glass. "Well, aside from me being a hopeless romantic, I have always enjoyed reading and watching supernatural romance. I always read books where a human and werewolf or some other supernatural being fall in love or found out that they were soulmates. I always found it cute and romantic and many times than once I found myself fantasying about basically being in their shoes. I mean, having someone that will love you forever and would never even once think to cheat on you, that's a dream come true." I softly explained with a dreamy smile on my lips.

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His tongue invades my mouth, and I melt against him, my body singing under his touch. The bond between us roars to life, an inferno of need, and I feel him, his desire, his fury, his terrifying, all-consuming love. Then A hand fists in my hair. Dominic wrenches me back, breaking the kiss. Adrian snarls, but Dominic ignores him, his gaze locked onto mine. He whispers in my ear "You don’t just belong to him, little wolf." His free hand slides down my chest, his fingers brushing the lightning mark. The contact sends a jolt through me, my nipples tightening painfully. "You belong to me too."

Her breathing came in short, panicked gasps. She collapsed against the back of the couch for a second, trying to steady herself. Her eyes fell on her phone screen, still open to the sample chapters of Hidden Identity: My Demigod the Alpha King. The story of hidden wolves, fated mates, and powerful Alphas suddenly felt far too real. “So this is real…” she whispered shakily, voice breaking. She couldn’t stay here. Not tonight.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

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BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.