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Wrong. The office was filled with vulgar paintings — explicit, perverted images of naked women doing unspeakable things to themselves. Some showed men licking and sucking on them, and others were so obscene, Ronan couldn’t even begin to understand why anyone would allow them in a place like this. There was even a massive, lifelike statue of a naked woman beside his chair — and another equally obscene painting hanging above the desk. It was disgusting. It didn’t feel like an Alpha’s office. It felt like a sleazy underground p**n den.

Each gesture is subtle, yet obvious: a man clearly drawn to the woman before him, taking careful, patient steps to make his feelings known. I give it no thought, no consideration. All I hear is the same lie and empty promises Varyn once fed me, all to claim my body. I say to myself twice: Forsaken will kill me. And yet, each day, I picture what a ravaging test Rauth will be.

“I’m cursed, Benedict. Don’t you get it. Aisling was supposed to be a white wolf. But because of our mother, she isn’t. I did everything, everything I could to be worthy of having a white wolf, but it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough. Do you really want to have children with me? Daughters who are cursed just like me?” White hot desire flows through me as images of children that look like a cross between Sloane and I race through my mind. Marrok pushes forward. I grab hold of him. ‘You can’t fucking mark her, Marrok. She’s underage and she’s not willing!’ ‘Mine,’ he growls. ‘Fine. Call her yours. Call her ours. I’m fine with that. But you know you can’t mark her.’ ‘Yes, I can. It just won’t las

It's not until I calm down that I can speak up again. "These aren't vampires, idiot. That's a creature far worse than any blood-sucking bastard out there. Bleeders may be a genetic mix of spiders and vampires. Still, they have some traits of humans, syren, and dark fairies. You can meet them at night if you're curious enough to see them." I wink at her, just for the sake of fun.

endless thoughts dashed through my mind. Suddenly I couldn't think straight. My mind was cloudy, and I felt weary. I pushed Angy aside and rushed to the window to gasp for air. "I was right; the air in the room grew thin, insufficient for the three of us. When I turned around, I was met by my mother and Angy's gaze. "Goodness...! You're sweating, darling," "This will ruin your makeup," mother said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Grey, I don't mind doing the makeup all over again; that's part of my job. And I'm here to ensure your daughter gets to the aisle in perfect look," Angy said as she ushered me to take a seat on the couch by the window. Angy brought me a glass of water as mother talked me out of

Damon added, moving closer to him. “I don’t care. She will be punished and then banished from this kingdom for good. She has caused enough havoc.” “She is a red-furred wolf!” Megan yelled behind them, and they both looked at her in shock. “I’m sorry, Damon, but if I didn’t break it to him that way, he would never listen to us.” Megan added and approached them. “What are you talking about?” Talos asked and looked at Damon, who sighed and bounced his head. “What she said is true, father. Belinda is a red-furred wolf.” Damon answered, and Talos scoffed.

he asked clearly puzzled. I tried to piece together the information. "I think the rogues are using Forsaken blood to create this super drug. That's probably how they're making Deltas so powerful. Think about it, the bodies of forsaken found, they were completely drained of blood and the rogues are Deltas who fight like high level Alphas. It definitely that." I tapped my fingers on the table as I spoke. Archie nodded. "That makes sense. But what about the Alpha aspect? Why capture Alphas then?"

Lucian's POV I follow her scent all the way to the front doors of a shop called Blue’s. I frown up at the music store, curious as to what Iris could possibly be doing in there for her scent to be so strong. I can tell it’s a place she visits frequently. I push the door open and wince at the bell that rings directly above my head to announce my entrance, the chiming echoing through my skull to pummel my senses. The bell. It was one of the human contraptions that I hated the most. Werewolf history taught us that they’d been created a long time ago during the war, back when wolves got too good at camouflaging among the humans.

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w

The air was thick—too still. Luna Astra was on her knees beside the bed, her hands cradling Blaine’s lifeless body. Alpha Harris stood frozen, one hand gripping the wall like it was the only thing keeping him upright. There was blood. Just around his chest enough to damp his clothes. The lamp on the floor was shattered, and in Blaine’s hand… a torn piece of paper. His fingers were stiff around it. “No… no, no…” Luna Astra kept saying, over and over again., crying over the head of Blaine in his coldness form “We were just–he was supposed to–he promised me…”