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Iolaire bursts out laughing and clinks her glass with mine, “Well said!” Whiro steps up to me, his already large nostrils flaring even wider. He flexes his overcompensatingly large muscles as they strain against his shirt. A black long-sleeve button-down with a gold tribal design over the left shoulder and down the left sleeve, paired with gold and black brocade pants. It actually compliments his otherwise beige-looking skin quite nicely. As he leans in closer, attempting to tower over me I can see a hint of the tribal tattoos on his body through the opening of his shirt. Is he trying to threaten me or flirt with me? “I have a strong feeling this will be your last year, Blackheart. If I get

It should be illegal to look this nerve wrecking. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a patch of clear slightly tanned skin. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the prominent veins that ran up his back hand. I felt the breath hitch in my wind pipes as our eyes met, his mesmerizing green stare made my cheeks flush and my knees go weak, it was like I was paralyzed as I stood there while his eyes still roamed me. "I don't think I've introduced myself. Damon Blackwood" his husky voice made my heart rate pick up. A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in.

is her body the only thing he blackmails her for? WARNING!!! This book contains graphic sexual scenes and is only intended for mature audience. I promise that this book will be an intense roller coaster ride and there will be a lot of fun scenes as well. So thank you for giving this book a chance and I expect a lot of support from you guys.

"You are the Queen of the North now." He lowered his head, his canines lengthening, pressing against the exact spot where her pulse was thundering. Nora closed her eyes, a smile of pure, defiant joy on her lips. As his teeth sank into her skin, a blinding light of gold and silver erupted in her mind, and far away, in the Blood Moon pack, Kashton Blackwood fell to his knees, clutching his chest as his soul screamed in agony. The claim was complete.

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

Mostly they were in their Wolf form including the previous Alpha and Luna, except a few. They were escorted with Trist and Simon. The Metallic Grey Trist and Snow White Simon. Elliot was pure Black while Kim was Chocolate Brown. Alpha Michael was standing on a slightly elevated ground giving him an edge of height to look over the pack. Blaze nudged Callum with his nose to move forward. He felt Callum a little nervous but he smiled to make him feel at ease. They stood facing each other at each side of the Alpha.

I muttered. "It's biology," he countered. "Not an excuse, but an explanation. My sons will have to earn your forgiveness if you choose to give it. But right now, we have more pressing concerns than your relationship dynamics." He tapped the photograph on his desk. "The Northern Alliance isn't just coming to observe. They're coming to eliminate what they see as a threat, the last Blackthorne." "So cancel the ceremony," I insisted. "Let me leave. I'll disappear." "And go where?" Alpha Maxwell asked calmly. "They have resources, connections. They'd find you within days, and without pack protection, you'd be defenceless."

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

I asked again. “I’m you.” The voice said. “I’m your wolf. I’m Nyx.” My wolf is a massive black wolf? And I don’t mean just the fur. Her eyes are completely black, the pads of her paws are black, her claws are black. Even her teeth are black. Not from decay either. She is the most solid black wolf I have ever seen. She is more massive and blacker than Aiden’s wolf. This doesn’t make any sense; I’m not an alpha. I thought only alphas got black wolves. “Nyx? How did you get in these chains? How long have you been here?”

His Royal Assholeness is standing on the other side. Of course he fucking does. Roman is dressed entirely in black, because apparently Christmas couldn’t convince Satan’s heir to discover color. Dark coat, black sweater, black jeans and damp hair from the rain and snow outside. He looks tired, but there’s no obvious guilt waiting on his face. Instead, his hands remain buried inside his pockets, jaw tight and expression frustratingly unreadable. The same man who told me I wasn’t worthy of him now looks back like appearing outside my dorm after destroying what little confidence I had left is completely reasonable. I consider shutting the door. His eyes flick towards it before returning to mine