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he replied. So who’s ready for you? Your soon-to-be Luna? His gaze moved to a chair where the sex book was laying and my eyes widened, I'm not fast enough to pick it up because he has telekinesis. The book was suddenly in his hands and my face turned tomato red when he began looking at the intimate pictures. "It's not what it looks like" I clarified, not even sure how to explain the statement. "Look at my horny little Lila, you crave to get fucked so bad don't you?" He smirked, going through the book.

“You were lucky, that’s all. Now give me that damn book.” The moment the book was on her hand, she flicked the pages lustfully. Kleint was a bit worried the pages would be ripped and that she might never find the part she’s looking for at the state of her browsing. But his worries were in vain because, not a moment later, Z stopped flicking and was only staring at the necklace illustrated at the upper part of the content. There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.”

“Do you have a photograph?” He grumbles under his breath and reaches into a bottom drawer of his desk. A moment later, he pulls out a spiral-bound book that looks like something a kindergarten teacher would put together for a class project. On the cover, it reads, “Who’s Who in the Kingdom: A King’s Guide to Remembering People’s Names.” It’s laminated…. He opens it up, flips through a few pages, and slides it across the desk to me. Instantly, my eyes bulge. “Wow! He looks exactly like Alpha Reece!” My eyes drop down the page a bit, and I realize that’s because the picture is of Alpha Reece. Under the photo, it says, “Alpha Reece” and has his pack name.

It spotted a large black mark, as if something so strong had hit that side of the wall. Maybe that was the impact of the attack. But what exactly was it? Beside the same mark was a drawer, I opened it and it was a book full of drawings. From what I knew, she said wasn't schooled like most of us were , so how exactly could she read and write and draw? The book had disturbing images of wolves ,way bigger than normal ,their color, rare and emanating a certain aura of energy. I decided to keep it. I need answers , and I will surely get it.

THIS BOOK SHOULD NOT BE COPIED BY ANYONE PICTURES AND VIDEOS IN ARE NOT MINE. Cover was made by _navyblueee_ Y'all can check out her account for stories as well

I defend, shoving my book into my bag, but he's quicker and takes it from my grasp. "Let's see here…" he thumbs through the book and holds it just out of my reach. There were drawings in there that I'd much rather keep to myself. "Those are private, Zak. Give it back." I wine pathetically as I watch him study each picture. Most of them were a little dark, like memories of my father when he was much worse. Some were of my mother before she changed. The few others showed my secret, if you were observant enough to realize it. I’ve never shared them with anyone before.

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

Except this one had pictures in it. My fingers grabbed a handful of pages and I flipped open the book. The picture that caught my eye was of what appeared to be a woman lying on the lap of a man, while a man had his head buried in the crook of her neck. Except that her neck was covered in red, which I assumed to be blood. I flipped the page and was met with a picture of a woman and man seeming to be making love. He was above her and she had her legs wide open. Her neck was still bloody and the man's fangs were dripping in her blood.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

So refrain from doing any such things. All the pictures that are included in this story are not of the writer's own. The full credit for the photographs goes to their original internet uploader. This book contains violence, women being forced, hit, and kidnapped. At some point self-harm as well but the author doesn't support any of this. And in real life, nobody should do any of this. So please don't follow the characters in this or any other matter as well. It's a story just for your enjoyment and nothing else.