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I couldn’t . Because if I opened my mouth, I'd say something I couldn't take back. So I just reached over and covered up and tucked them around her shoulders. My hand lingered on her collarbone. Just for a second. Just long enough for her to feel it. Then I pulled back and closed my eyes. "Go to sleep, little wolf," I said. She didn't argue. She just closed her eyes. And for the first time in thirty-eight years, I Blackwood fell asleep with a smile on his face.

“But the blackmailer is real. We need to deal with that later.” I moaned softly into his kiss, legs spreading for him. “Right now… just fuck me quick before they come looking.” He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and thrust in deep in one stroke. “Take it quietly,” he whispered, pounding into me hard. “Brady and Sophia are still here.” I pushed back against him, moaning low. “Harder, Alexander. I need you.” He railed me fast, one hand over my mouth, the other rubbing my clit. “This pussy is mine. Not Brady’s. Not anyone’s.”

Gray hisses, his jaw tightening as his fingers dig into the chair beneath him. My lips curl into a smirk. I know he's fighting the urge to grab my hair, but he won't. Because we've had that conversation. I already warned him: don't touch a Black woman's hair unless you're trying to start a fight you won't win. And I just got my hair braided. I didn't sit for six damn hours just to let a man fuck up my edges. Diamond moans around his cock, messy and eager, her tongue working the top half of his huge cock while I trail wet kisses down the base, licking where her lips can't reach.

Damon: That bastard was touching my wife and you want me to do nothing. Lia sighed heavily making Ken continue the conversation. Ken: We understand Damon. But not by beating him you could have insulted him and this could have affected his reputation, not yours. Lia: Do you even know you just beat Liam Black. Damon raised his eyebrows before looking at them clueless. Ken: Liam Black is Jack Sniders Stepbrother. But the thing you need to understand is. If you're a Mafia king and he's considered as a Mafia Prince. His smart mindset and cunning personality no one can match it.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

"I feel everything and nothing at the same time." "It's normal," he removed his glasses. "did you talk?" "Not really. I couldn't afford to set eyes on him for long." "I understand you," he brought out a plain burgundy book from a stack of other books that was on his left side and forwarded it to Louisa, "THE TALES OF A PAST, by Dick Malcolm, when your mum and I began to fall apart after the incident happened..." he admirably smiled at Louisa, "I read this book often. Every day and night. I was furious to the bone, yes, like any other person in my shoes would but ended up realizing that I was the root of the cause and encasing so much anger will do no good to me or my family."

“Just like the others, there shall come a true mate in a century's time, solely for the Alpha born in the year of the blood moon.” The scroll hit the ground as realization dawned on me. There's currently one Alpha of Blackthorn, coincidentally born in the year of the blood moon. He's my childhood friend, my husband. Alpha Vaelor Blackthorn.

In my hands was a book. A werewolf novel. Fake Dating My Ex Alpha Mate’s Rival Biker Stepbrother. The title alone would have made me laugh a few weeks ago. It was written by N-Victory, an author whose stories I had loved for years. I had found the book that morning in the small library room downstairs and had been hooked ever since the doctor left. My eyes moved across the pages quickly. The characters were dramatic. Emotional. Chaotic. Exactly the kind of romance stories I used to devour without thinking. But not as dark as the ones I used to love.

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Only Cali didn’t seem the least bit bothered, and I held my breath as I waited for her response. “Well as much as I appreciate the loyalty, Damian isn’t my boyfriend. The conversation you heard at the cabin. That was the first time I had ever spoken to the man. Alpha Tristan Leroux?” she questioned and I nodded for her to continue, having no idea what she was saying. “He’s my true mate. I’m the Luna of Blackrock. I didn’t want to say that and have them hike the asking price to something completely unrealistic.” I tried to take that in, Cali was the Luna, mated to Alpha. “But you don’t have the Alpha aura.” I uttered trying to piece it together.