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The craving of the week. I heard stories from Merigold, Lilly and the brothers about cravings. Some of the odd combinations they wanted. Like Lilly had to have ketchup on mashed potatoes for two weeks straight. Merigold was fried chicken and orange juice with Jace and Jax. With the girls she craved waffles with peanut butter and strawberries with a side of garlic pickles. I would have gotten Speed anything she wanted no matter how weird it was. I promise, but I’m so glad that the only craving Speed has was for sweets. She would eat them once in a while before she got pregnant but now she was eating them everyday. The biggest thing was ice creams and Merigold’s cookies. But all of that broug

I wanted a taste. I was suddenly hit with an intense thirst that can be quenched only by having a taste. Fuck, my canines were aching so bad. But I also knew exactly what that meant. I've found a new obsession. But this time it's so strong and powerful. That's how it has been over the past years. If I crave blood that isn't that of my mate's, I will continue to crave different people's blood until I meet my mate, whose blood will put an end to these cravings, since her blood will be the only blood I will forever crave.

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, IT'S NOT ADVISABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) Craving 3 (Desires) Seeing a devious smirk on her face, I walked away, even though I knew there was no getting out of this one. When it comes to the mistress, I like her talking since she discloses too much and keeps me prepared for what is to come, but when she remains silent, I can't foresee her.

Then a short flat laugh broke from my mouth, my head tilting back like he just said the funniest shit. “Of course not. I’m heading to the club.” His fingers flexed once, then he let go and I walked out, cane tapping against the floor. He knew. I knew they all fucking knew but it didn’t matter. Not when the itch was back. Not when I craved her more than they did. The drive through the city was a blur of lights and rain-slicked streets. I gripped the wheel, knuckles white, mind already on her. I parked the SUV away from her street then walked to the shitty apartment building in the rundown part of town, where the streets smelled like garbage and piss. It wasn’t fit for her, but she held on to

Craven wanted to please her; it was something he craved. “Yes, it was rather amazing.” Majesta gave a shy smile, but it didn’t touch her eyes. It bothered her that he wanted to know it pleased her. “I will have to tell the cook that you liked it.” Craven gave a nod to the serving girls. “Do you not eat?” It was a stupid question, he was a vampire, of course he didn’t eat. “I eat, but it is in a liquid these days.” Craven held up his glass. “I see.” In truth, she didn’t care either way, but it bothered her that he might drink her blood someday.

One viral tweet thread: “Bro literally friend-zoned his ride-or-die in front of 200 people while crying over a human who clearly never wanted him. Valerie deserves better. He's such a big disgrace to the werewolf community. #ShadowmoonDrama” I scrolled faster. Another article popped up, this one from a business wire service that crossed over into supernatural circles: “Most Successful Young Businessman of the Year: Sebastian Silvercrest’s Empire Brings in $12M Monthly—But Can the Shadowmoon Heir Keep His Alpha Throne After Wedding Scandal?” The piece praised his conglomerate’s growth (tech-security mergers, pack-backed investments), then pivoted cruelly:

I stood there, feeling like a failure. “I feel everything for you, and I know you do, too. There’s a hunger I feel for you. I missed you… your touch.” She used the back of her fingers to trace a line down my arm, eventually taking my hand in hers. “But I need you to say it. Even if you don’t love me, tell me, do you feel the spark, Lucille Parker? Do you hunger for me? Do you crave me?” Fuck yes, I crave you, Ella. I’m starving for you. I wanted to scream it, but the words felt so much easier to say in my head than with my lips.

' The 'too' in ' I love you ' makes me feel that I am saying it as an obligation and not because I want to. I hope we will stay like this forever. Loving each other. Craving for each other. *****

In its place was something deeper. Craving. Strong. Permanent. For them. For more.

My mind drifted to that pill. Trying to please Olivia, Dent? Not anymore. I grabbed my phone and called a doctor I knew at the hospital. Lying back on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. “Hey, Jonathan. I need something from you.” “What do you need, Xav?” “I need Flutamide.” “For who?” “Someone,” I said, glancing toward the nightstand, a faint smile on my lips. “He needs it right now.”