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A few times, he’d even brought me a snack to the library – I had no idea how he’d learned my love of apples and honey peanut butter, but I was grateful either way – before selecting a book and leaving. However, I wasn’t interested in trying to engage in awkward pleasantries if I was still planning on leaving after Blaze was fully rehabilitated. Valen had made his stance clear, and, no matter how lovely my night with Blaze had been, I wasn’t going to try and change the Alpha King’s mind. I wouldn’t put myself in the position to be pushed to the side again. Still, running into his hard chest around corners, breathing in his oaken scent as I wandered down hallways, thinking of that spectacular

She knew the agony she was putting him through. During the opening of the gifts, the cruelty reached its peak. "Open this one, Julian!" Valentina squealed, handing him a small, velvet-wrapped box. Julian opened it to find a pair of tiny, handcrafted leather booties. He held them up, a genuine smile breaking across his face, the kind of smile that would never be directed to him. "They're perfect," Julian said softly. He looked at Valentina with such pure, unadulterated devotion that Elian felt his heart finally, truly break.

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

The look on his face when he takes a sip of what he expects to be a rich, velvety red, only to find it’s basically grape-flavored water, is priceless. He takes it all in infuriatingly good stride, barely acknowledging my antics. Until, on the second day, I push just a little too far. I am dusting a bookshelf. Aggressively. I'm practically trying to remove the varnish with my feather duster. Valentine watches from the doorway, his eyes narrowed, that subtle scent of cinnamon growing stronger, a sign of his growing annoyance. “You are not actually dusting, are you?” “Wouldn’t you like to know.” I give a particularly vigorous swipe at a row of books.

It didn’t take me long to put on the red sleeveless gown Jacob had bought for me a month before, in preparation for Valentine’s Day/Night. Valentine. I giggled to myself and almost kicked my feet at the air save for the fact that I was standing. Jacob had been the most loving and considerate boyfriend I’d ever had, and I was looking forward to seeing him again. Just as planned, I was going to head over to his house and spend the valentine’s with him. And yes, we wanted to savor every minute, hence the reason why I wanted to be at his place before midnight.

Not the best memory to leave someone with. “Valentine?” Her voice was soft and scratchy, but it was hers, and just the sound had my heart racing and my fingers itching to be holding her close. I wanted her in my arms, to feel her heart beat steady and strong against my palm. “Valentine? You said your name was Valen.” Blake asked with a raised eyebrow from Eva’s side as he put away a stethoscope and a small glass vial that was now empty. “His name is Dr. Valentine Cross, but he goes by Valen.” Eva remarked, her beautiful eyes never leaving mine as I stood like a statue, staring at her, afraid she’d disappear if I got to close or even blinked.

A familiar voice called in my bedroom. "I'm taking a bath" I answered. The door opened and Valentin entered with a smile. "I really love what I'm seeing" she said seductively as she took off her clothes and stepped in the shower in front of me. Valentine was tall with a slim sexy figure, but what I loved mostly about her was how she wasn't clingy to me, we were more like sex lovers. She knelt down in front of me and took my dick in her hand, I smirked when she began stroking it gently.

On the front is a tiny, embossed red heart. I run my finger across it and feel the bump. My curiosity grows. Little red bumpy hearts don't come from girl friends. Beneath the heart, the words read, All you have to do is think it and I'll be there. Inside in precise, masculine handwriting: Dearest Aline, Will you be my valentine? - Stefan Tempting. And if Jian hadn't been such an almighty horse's ass earlier today, maybe I wouldn't even consider it. But he was. And I am. So, with deliberation, I form the thought. Yes, Stefan, I will be your Valentine.

He crosses the room in three long strides, and before Ilya can even register the movement, Valen plucks the book right out of his hands and tosses it onto the coffee table. "Hey!" Ilya protests, but his words are instantly cut off as Valen drops onto the sofa, caging him in, and crashes their lips together. Ilya lets out a muffled sound of surprise, but he doesn't fight it. He immediately loops his arms around Valen’s neck, opening his mouth and kissing the Alpha back with the same fierce hunger and intensity. Valen's hands roam over Ilya's thighs, addicted to the feel of his mate wearing his clothes, but before his hands could travel further into his shirt, Ilya grabs his hands and breaks t