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she shouted at me, waving me in. She didn't have to ask me twice I took off my pants and went in after her and she went out further until the water covered her chest. As I got closer to her, she began splashing at me, laughing. I could listen to her laugh all day. Dakota popped up. "Looks like you made her happy." I laughed at him. "Yeah, I think so. Hopefully she remembers this when we tell her about us, and the pack." Dakota nodded. "I still think it's odd we have this much attraction towards a human." Dakota was right. It is really odd we're this attracted to someone that doesn't have wolf.

" The message was sent. A bright red exclamation mark appeared beside it. He had long been blocked. He didn't even have the right to have his blessing received. Three years later, Marcus Doakes was no longer a legend in the domestic business world. Without his drive and without the support of family, his mental state collapsed completely. Because of poor management, his company was swallowed by his partners. He went bankrupt. As for Clara, in prison, her terrible behavior and repeated fights added three more years to her sentence. Jacey, the child she had used as a tool to compete for affection, was sent to foster care and was no longer cared about by anyone. Karma arrived fast and ruthless.

“Yesterday you were running dead defying in the middle of a street and today you are so squeamish. What happened?" There was an evil eye for that. "I am definitely not squeamish," he explained and entered the building behind our guide. "How would you then call it?" "Interested in the survival of my limbs." Ah yes. "I'll stick to being squeamish." The entrance area here was also constructed in a very similar way to the administration building. There was a reception counter with a nice lady behind it, but instead of a plaque of honor, the walls here were covered with paintings by Proles. It was almost frightening how well the painter had captured the grace and beauty of these animals while at

I mumbled with a full mouth. "There's extra in there. Let's keep moving." We turned the corner into another street lined with low brick buildings. One had a dusty window and a sun-faded sign that read Dog-Eared Pages. "This place is a little gem," Robbie said. "If you ever want to read up on modern stuff written for wolves from the old packs—this is where to do it. They even have books on magic you won't find in human shops." That piqued my interest immediately, but—

Most of the books were more ledgers than anything, records of the pack’s history, but there was small section of classic books, some of which appeared to be first editions. Feeling a little excited over the prospect I searched the title, looking at the familiar names, the literary classics, before stopping on a title I had never heard of by an author I didn’t know. I was a big reader I always had been, so it was rare for me to come across an old book that held no recognition whatsoever. With a careful touch I pulled the leather-bound book from the shelf and read through the blurb finding myself amused as I discovered that the book was story of werewolves, apparently written by a human, a fan

" I lunged forward, grabbing Wendy by the hair, and slapped her hard across the face, twice. "Ahhh! Shawn, save me!" she shrieked, bursting into tears. "I said, take it off!" Her long acrylic nails scratched and clawed at my hands, but I refused to let go. Just as I raised my hand to strike her again, Shawn caught my wrist. Wendy shrank into his embrace as if terrified out of her wits. She pointed at me and cried that I was trying to kill her. Shawn looked at me defensively. "It's just a piece of clothing. What kind of madness has possessed you to start hitting people?"

My ribs throbbed as I turned my back on the door and let the tears fall. Claire, I could hear my wolf but I ignored her I don't have the energy to deal with her and her excuses. Just leave me alone Mia I said sadly I just want silence today. I laud there wiping my face as more tears fell. Everything in my life has been shit since I got told humans can't be in packs. Humans have no place and if our mates found out we would be rejected for it. Josh and Lucas had doubts about us and fear but I wanted my mate.

A life filled with love—even if it was fabricated. Better than the hollow kind she'd known before. Because if none of it was ever real... then why should it matter what was?

Sophia screamed, but a sharp knife was immediately pressed against her neck. "If you know what’s good for you, don’t move. Otherwise, I don’t mind carving something pretty on your face!" Sophia shook violently. "Y-you can’t do this. Do you know who I am?" "I don’t give a damn who you are! You’re in my territory now. If you want to stay alive, hand over everything valuable! Don’t even think about leaving until you’ve satisfied me!" The thugs leered as they moved closer. "Boss, we really hit the jackpot today. These two women look decent, and that guy looks loaded, too. After you’re done, let us have some fun as well."

Every pore of his skin seemed to hum with an irresistible sensuality. In Winter's relentlessly tech-driven mind, all men resembled machines. Joshua functioned like the delicate mechanism of a watch. He was controlled, exact, and impeccably precise. Ezekiel, in contrast, was a powerhouse of surging hormones. Winter didn't consider herself a lustful woman. In all her years, she had never even hired a male escort. Still, Ezekiel's physique was almost criminally enticing. Her eyes traveled across him, taking in every detail. Before she knew it, her breathing had grown heavier.