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“Can I see your big ‘gun’?” Tess said intentionally ignoring his correction and looking at his crotch as she sat on the bed. Mac felt a little irritation at her innuendo. Years of jabs between salty cops gave Mac a quick wit when challenged. Before he thought of what he was saying he blurted, “Little girls shouldn’t play with big guns.” Suddenly, he saw fire in Tess's eyes and she immediately stood up. Mac’s chin dropped and his eyes opened in shock when Tess opened her robe, revealing her naked body.

Adam and Liam ran toward the hotel passing the group that had already shifted. They reached the doors turning in time to see the female catch the first wolf that shifted with her jaws and toss him a side like a rag doll. They were frozen, unable to turn from the fight, when one man shifted back. It was Mack. He stood there naked and began to yell. Liam and Adam couldn’t hear what he was saying, but whatever it was made the female stop and look at him.

Despite wearing a simple robe, his aura emitted prestige and his body posture was regal. The robe was parted along his chest, only held together at his waist. His smooth, tan skin flaunted his naked chest and abs muscles, sending a warm feeling through her cheeks. Mackenzie did not know what to do with herself. She felt uncouth in front of him. "It's sarcastic, isn't it," Chase spurned, "The last time you came into my room you didn't knock." Mackenzie shuddered. Right now, they were all alone in a hotel room. What could happen between them?

They say your life flashes before your eyes when death is imminent. That's not quite true. It's a perpetually fast stream of dreams, failures, and fucking what ifs. Or at least, that's how it was for me. People call me Mak but my real name is Madison Abigail Kinlock. I'm standing in an underground parking garage in downtown Phoenix with pepper spray pointing at a cheating douchebag. The temperature is over a hundred degrees, and sweat is dripping down my brow and into my eyes, causing them to burn. The douche, Harry Dandridge, seems to think his bat will one-up my pepper spray. He could be right.

the voice chimed again, Hesitantly I opened my eyes and is greeted by my mate, all dressed in a sleeveless tank top and black leggings, with her hair tied up in a bun, she seemed like she was going out for a run. My eyes roamed her body and I licked my lips staring at those luscious Twin Peaks that called unto me, my cock twitched in my pants, “ Liam, are you even listening to me,” Macy lets out with her hands on her waist. “ Yea, um, baby you are going out for a run, right?” I inquired, with a confused look.

Gabe asked. “That I am happy? I will admit it.” Mack said. “I am the luckiest man on the planet.” “Well, it is good to hear that. “Gabe laughed. As soon as they hung up the phone, Mack replayed the conversation, and he realizes how it sounded to his cousin. He shook his head. He knew now how this all was going to play out. Gabe thought Mack was willing to admit that he was dating Nicole now. Not only was that wrong, but he was also happily married to Henni. A person they barely knew about.

The tail disappeared under his dark whorls of chest hair, making me wonder if it wrapped around one of his nipples. Tattoos didn’t look good on everyone. I’d met a guy once who could’ve camouflaged himself by standing in front of a gas station bathroom wall. But on MacKenna, standing there half-naked and powerful… I swallowed hard and dragged my gaze back up to his face, only to find him regarding me steadily, one eyebrow raised. I’d meant to bang the door open and come out swinging, verbally speaking, and his nudity had taken the wind right out of my sails. Damn him.

I opened my mouth to explain myself to Kayleigh, but before I could say a word, a cold liquid poured down from the top of my head. Gerald Shaw stood there in front of everyone, casually emptying a full glass of red wine over me. His eyes were full of contempt, his tone filled with unconcealed mockery. "A toad like you thinks he can be with a swan? Take a look at yourself. This is a 1982 Lafite. You couldn't even afford a glass of it with a month of your salary. "Honestly, you should be thanking me. Without me, a broke loser like you would never get the chance to wash your hair with something this expensive." He then burst into loud laughter.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

Hearing my steady breathing, she buried her chest against Stanley's face. Stanley exhaled sharply, unable to resist. His hand lifted her skirt, reaching beneath it. "You devil, hurry up!" Nancy gasped, her voice trembling with faux urgency. What followed was the unmistakable rhythm of their bodies moving together. My tears spilled silently. They had the audacity to carry on right in front of me, without a shred of shame. Before long, a low growl marked the end of their act, followed by the rustling of clothes as they dressed. Nancy left with a satisfied smile, leaving Stanley to finish the moxibustion.