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Julian’s mouth found mine again, and this time I returned the kiss, clumsy and inexperienced, my movements hesitant but eager. Jace’s lips trailed back to my neck and then lower, his teeth nipping the curve of my breast through the thin fabric of my bra. My back arched, a broken moan escaping my lips, only to be swallowed by Julian’s mouth. My wolf purred inside me, overwhelmed with joy at finally uniting with her mates. The heat in my body began to rise, and a deep throb coursed through my pussy. Just then, Jace slid between my legs, his hands settling on the waistband of my worn panties, slowly pulling it off.

The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense Blackwood forest. The annual Blood Moon Hunt had begun, and every young wolf in the pack was out proving their strength. Selene Rivers should have been among them, chasing down prey, testing her abilities. Instead, she was running not as a predator, but as a girl desperate to escape the fate that had been carved out for her since birth. Her father, Alpha Gideon Rivers, had made it clear she was to be mated to Damon Hale, the strongest warrior in the pack, a union meant to solidify Blackwood’s power. But Selene didn’t want power. She didn’t want Damon. She wanted choice.

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3: Waxing Storm Elara’s lungs burned as they raced through the ancient forest, Kael’s massive hand gripping hers. Her body was changing—bones aching, senses sharpening with every stride. The waxing moon pulled at her emerging wolf blood, syncing with Kael’s growing rut. “They’re close,” Kael growled, golden eyes scanning the shadows. “Your coven wants us both drained.” A distant spell blast shook the trees. They dove into the ruins of an old lunar temple, collapsing behind fallen pillars. Dust settled around them. Elara’s heart pounded, fear mixing with unbearable heat between her thighs.

"But there are things you don't understand about me. Things that could put you in danger." Luna didn't care about the danger. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Jaxon, no matter what the cost. And so, they began a secret romance, meeting in abandoned warehouses and dark alleyways, always careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other werewolves in town. But as their love grew stronger, so did the danger that surrounded them. Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together.

"And guess what, Soleil. The name of the characters here is also familiar. Did you know that the name of the guy here is Hawthorne?" "Really, miss?" "He's a werewolf who fell in love with a mortal whose name was Rosemarie and their love story was hindered by the Moon goddess." She said with no interest at all. She remembers reading that too when she was a kid. Because that book was too old, she searched in bookstores and online but no one was selling those kinds of things, so she searched on the black market and there were a lot of people who were also looking for that book and wanted to buy it, so bidding has happened until it landed to her hand for half a million price.

I am Catherine Brooks, mate to Arthur Brooks, the lone surviving witch-wolf. For centuries, I have loved a werewolf of unparalleled strength and unwavering determination to protect our pack, regardless of the cost. The loss of our first daughter, Aliyah, in the great war devastated me. She was brave, beautiful, and fiercely strong, yet she never returned from her final battle against our enemies—the vampires and the black witches who betrayed us.

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

the glowing and fun loving aunt was gone. “Why do you say that?” I asked politely. “Oh dear don’t you know the prophecy?” Hannah’s mom approached me and caressed my back. “What prophecy?” “A Lycan and a werewolf can never have a happy ending. Only misery, pain and blood will follow. The weak one always ends up losing their life in the marriage. And we all know that between a Lycan and a werewolf whose wolf does not obey her, who is the weak one.” “I know that prophecy.” I stated.

The feeling they were more than they appeared would not leave her. She picked up the romance she’d been reading. Dying Room Only—not a sexy title, but the werewolf and vampire heroes in the story were two of her favorites. Actually, the werewolf was her favorite, but she loved the ménage fantasy. Funny, how she loved stories where two sexy men fell in love with the woman. She didn’t even have one. She stared at the cover for a moment, at the wolf standing beside a woman with his amber eyes glowing, and thought of her two wolves. Yawning, she set the book aside. It had been a very long day. Dreams were about all the excitement she could handle tonight.