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Anora’s POV Alpha Dane’s deep voice rumbled like thunder in a distant thunderstorm, sucking the very air from my lungs. His imposing image, dwarfing Alpha Liam who was well over six feet, burned into my mind from that brief, terrifying encounter. His hazel eyes blazed like a furnace banked but never extinguished, and his curly, very dark hair covered his temples, concealing even his ears. Like a sculpture fashioned by mythical gods, his body build is carved with hard muscles, his rigid cheekbones sat high with pride, a mask of formidable power.

Damian remarked before handing her the tablet that was placed in front of his seat, "Try googling my news. Or go to any social networking page and search for my name, my pack, any keyword you can think of that has anything to do with me." Alicia did as he said, but the search turned up only one entry on the Wikipedia page - Damian Howard, Alpha of The Moon Halo Pack. When she clicked on The Moon Halo Pack. Alpha: Damian Howard. Luna: Confidential; Number of members: Confidential; Background: Confidential. For the first time, Alicia saw a page as clean as a test paper, with only the name on it, with no value whatsoever.

I had learned quickly to practise in the nude. Ripped clothes would be suspicious and only draw questions. Dane grabs a blanket from the bed and quickly wraps it around me. His crimson eyes give me the once over. “Why?” He asks “I’ve been practising.” I mutter back, stretching myself out and feeling a few more bones crack. There was no point in lying, he would be paying close attention to my mind now. “Too fucking right.” He stares at me with his crimson eyes.

Dane’s breath was hot against Helena’s ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her. “You want that, don’t you?” His fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her drenched and throbbing. “You want his mouth on you, devouring you just like that.” Helena’s head fell back against his shoulder with a soft, needy moan. “Yes,” she admitted, her hips rolling into his touch without shame. “But I want you more—always you.” Dane groaned, his cock pressing insistently against her ass as he pulled her closer. His fingers circled her clit in teasing patterns, mirroring the rhythm of Aiden’s tongue on Cady.

As soon as I see the top notification from SnarlChat, I’m alert and sitting straight up. Dane: Hey beautiful. Miss me? I bite down on my lip and I’m practically buzzing with excitement. Beautiful. He called me beautiful. I know how desperate that sounds, but it’s just me, my thoughts, and Cleo. I want to hate Amos for making me this pathetic. Something about Dane just makes me giddy with excitement. I tap on his notification and SnarlChat loads before opening. When it does, I’m dancing in my seat when I see that little square box. I tapped on it so fast, the Snarl starts playing and my jaw drops at the snarl he sent. He’s laying on the bed, his muscled abdomen exposed, a white sheet halfway

Dane comes out, fully clothed in a light sleeveless gray shirt and deep burgundy jogger pants. His hair is damp, with some water droplets falling onto his shirt from the strands. Like sugar moths helplessly drawn to sweet honey, my eyes follow the trails of the droplets. They soak their paths down and down towards his chest…. “Give me the mop.” His deep voice startles me back to my senses. I tear my eyes away from him and pin them on the mopstick in my hand. Dear Selene, thank you for not letting him catch me trying to gawk at him—

But before I can do that, Hymar turns his head as he pours a drink for a guy with afro. He calls, “Dana! You made it.” He pulls me into the loose circle of painters, five of them, all standing or perched on stools, drinks in hand. “Everyone, this is Dana. The one I’ve been telling you all about.” He starts the introductions. “First up, here’s Deja Hale. He does hyper-realist portraits that make you feel like the subject is about to speak. This is his girlfriend, Celine, she’s a sculptor, mostly bronze.”

I put on a long black dress that almost covered my heels, with a thin strap that was a bit revealing. Standing in front of the mirror, I realized how older the dress made me, then I changed. I put on a knee-high red dress that had a natural waistline and a see-through upper bodice, with completely Transparent long sleeves. Its straps matched with my bra and it showed almost all of my upper chest and shoulders. I also put on my high heels and a pink purse. After wearing my makeup, Daniel called, telling me that Dylan was on his way to pick me up.

Alpha Nathan teased “this dress should cover the bruise on your back, and I don’t recommend wearing heels if they’re going to hurt you. I’ll go shower and get ready. Call me out if you need anything…” Nathan kept his arm wrapped around me as we entered the club, walking through the VVIP’s door, entering the lounge which was filled with men who wore suits. Carter stood beside one of them, glaring at the surrounding before his stance loosened up when he caught sight of us. He raised an eyebrow when he saw me, winking, making his Alpha shake his head as he extended a hand to shake.

Dante looked down at the book and sighed, >I want lots of sex, write it down,< Roamer commented making Dante nod. Dante stuck his nose in the book and the pen flew to the point where it was leaking. Waylon gazed over at his mate and smiled, >Halo, do you think it is okay for us to have sex?< Halo peered at Dante through Waylon’s eyes and hummed, >I am sure we could if we are gentle but I think we should do it tomorrow morning, Dante looks worn out, he might not stay up and pass out during it, he looks so exhausted and the bag’s under his eyes are terrible. Our mate needs to rest. I am sure he really is sexually deprived like us but he needs to rest first, having sex now in his current state