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A growl. They’re coming for you.

he called out and before we knew it, we were engaged in battle. The clashing of metal as swords met and sounds of growls filled the air. “Find Kellen, I can handle this” Tobias growled out and when I looked at him to make sure, I saw thick brown fur sprouting over his arms and legs, his limbs growing longer as he morphed into his beast. Hunji and I took our cue and followed Cameron towards another side of the large hall.

His nostrils flare. His silver eyes darken. He leans in closer—so close, his nose nearly brushes the skin of my throat. Then, he inhales. Deep. Slow. Knowing. His entire expression shifts. The amusement vanishes. His jaw locks. His fingers dig into my wrist. “You smell strange,” he murmurs, voice dangerously soft. My breath hitches. He inhales again. Slower. And then—I feel it. The change. His claws extend, sinking into the dirt beside my head. A sound rumbles from his chest, deep and guttural, so raw I barely recognize it as a growl.

He growls. Shit, it's time to go.

Liora waited three nights before opening the book again. Her body still ached sweetly from Draven, but she was curious. She wanted something different this time someone intense, teasing, and a little dangerous in a new way. She opened the glowing book and whispered, “I want someone seductive and playful… but still very dominant. Someone who can tease me until I beg and then fuck me senseless.” The book glowed purple this time. Soft shadows moved across the floor, and a tall figure appeared from the darkness between two tall shelves.

I felt my Draygana rise just a bit to echo those sentiments then drop away again. Tohr chuckled and allowed me a moment to feel his Draygon pop out so I could feel his hunger and approval. Our mates.... His Draygon growled. I felt the growl tug at something deep inside me, and a shiver grew, then ran up my spine. I wanted to hear it again and again. Tohr's Draygon granted that request and growled once more as Tohr took my lips for another kiss. He devoured my mouth with the same desire and hunger that his Draygon conveyed with his growls. His tongue teased my own over and over again until I was breathless. It rubbed and played with my tongue until I was moaning and begging. He laid me down o

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His voice was a low growl, a mix of confusion and rising anger. A cruel smirk played across Kellan's lips as he savored the looks on their faces. His smirk was like oil on fire, his satisfaction obvious with the intensity at which his eyes glinted. He stepped forward, claiming the moment, "Hello, mate." Kellan said, "You belong to me, after all." THE END. Author's note: To read about Alpha Parthe, kindly search for THE ALPHA OF THE NORTH under the author name VELVET DESIRES and add it to your library. It will be updated soon. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

The woman's smirk wiped off and her gaze hardened. "I think this place is safe and good," Rosalie added, glancing around. She ignored her glare altogether. "Yes, this place is indeed good," the woman gritted out. Her fists clenched on her sides. Rosalie didn't like her tone. She looked at her in suspicion. A hideous smirk crept across the woman's lips. Rosalie opened her mouth to ask her the meaning behind her words when a low growl reverberated in the air. She stilled in alarm. Another growl louder and a lot more menacing than the previous pierced through the air. A rustling noise followed the growl, punctuated by the crunching of dry leaves.

Slowly, I stand and begin to walk toward them, wanting to be closer. But as I approach, Mikhail’s wolf stirs. His ears perk up, and his eyes snap open, locking onto me. Then, he growls. A low, guttural sound rumbles from his chest, deep and primal, vibrating through the ground beneath me. His lips curl back, baring sharp, white teeth. “Mikhail,” I whisper. My voice shakes just a little, the unexpectedness of his reaction catching me off guard. His growl deepens, his dark eyes narrowing.