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“Kaitlyn, sweetheart, you know this isn’t punishment. It’s fun. Sometimes I’d rather just be me, spanking the woman I love.” “But...the book. You were scolding me. I don’t like that.” “Oh, shit, you weren’t supposed to take that seriously! That was part of the game.” Then he makes a weird face. “Besides, I picked that one off the bedside table because the cover picture was sexy and...well, the next thing I knew it was three hours later.” “Ha! Told you they were addictive!”

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He pulled me into a hug. Mateo was my Beta but he's way older than me. My father had put me in his charge, and he was the one in charge of the pack after my father died in a war battle. My mother refuses to act as the ruler of the pack saying, she, acting like a ruler would trigger many of my father's memories in her head and cause her much pain. *** I arrived at my mom's chambers to give her my last greetings, told her I'll be going on an adventure and will return only after some time. Though she was sad but I got no choice.

"I have my ways." Dante set his fork down. His knuckles went white against the table. "Those books are filling your head with nonsense. Ideas you're too young to..." "I'm fourteen, not a baby." She crossed her arms. "And they're just romance books. Love stories. Happy endings. Nothing inappropriate." "They're not age appropriate. And when I give an order..." This was going to turn into a fight. I could feel it. I tucked my hair behind my ear. "I used to read them too."

I pressed my lips together and stared around Nathan's empty room, feeling more alone than I ever had in my life. Yes, I had been living with two wolves inside me since I was eight years old. Ivy had always been there, sharp-tongued and brutally honest. But Kael joined her after the incident fourteen years ago, the one that changed everything about my life. I don't know how it happened or what went wrong, but all I know is that I have two wolves in me ever since that day. Living with two separate souls inside my head was complicated on the best of days. Today, it felt like a curse.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

I entered mine, went through the three books I had gotten from the store, and set them down on the bed. I folded my arms and read their names. The Claiming Rites, Finding the One, and Under the Red Moon. There was no order in which anyone should read these books, so I sat down and picked up The Claiming Rites. After an hour, I finished reading. The book made zero sense, and then I picked up Finding the One and spent another hour reading through it. While the first book was incomplete, the second made a little more sense. I picked up the third, which I had gone to Zion’s room with. I took my time reading, and another hour went by.

Because like any other small town, the gossip was inevitable since there was only so much that you can do in the peaceful little seaside town. Less than an hour later they were done with shopping at Novelty, Hazel picked two picture books with princess-themed stories, Gage got himself some thriller and mysteries books, while Bree was true to her words when she picked out some steamy books with BDSM plots all twisted into a mini series, yup, she didn't just get one. She put three in their basket. Gage raised his brow when he saw it, but Bree smiled sweetly at Gage which then made the young man at the register quickly scanned the barcode so he can put the smut books into the bag. The lanky tee