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“They’re not here. I haven’t sniffed out any in this town. Plus, it’s daylight. They can’t come out during the day.” “What about if they had a magical amulet or something?” He widened his eyes. “Well. . .sure. But not many have them and. . .how did you know that?” “The Craving series. It’s these paranormal romance books that talk about vampires. They mention witches and werewolves too, but not as much. It’s mainly about vampires.” Maddox watched her with fascination. Although he was naked and bloodied, she was too out of it to notice. Keeping her talking about the books would be the best way to keep her relaxed.

Something within her leapt to meet it. The darkness was grainy, empty — gilded in small pools by candlelight and the thin shafts of moonlight that penetrated the stained-glass windows. Rose smiled, feeling disappointed. Wishful thinking. Too many vampire novels. Anne Rice and Freda Warrington had a lot to answer for. Then the shadows moved. The breath caught in Rose’s throat. Her mouth went dry with anticipation even while a heady pulse ticked between her legs. ‘Come then,’ she said softly.

Or werewolves at this case. “So… what did you see, Adelaine?” – Damon said. Among the three of them, he was the only one who’s seemed interested about the dream reading. Adelaine suddenly got serious. She shook her head slowly, giving the two wolves the impression that what she was about to say would not be good. “It’s not good, my king and queen. I saw something dark.” Harper frowned. What bad could go from a dream? In her mind, she only thinks of this as nonsense.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the deserted streets. Helena crouched in the shadows, the thick most of the night helping to conceal her, heart pounding with adrenaline as she scanned the area for any sign of movement. The air was thick with the scent of fear and the coppery tang of blood. She knew she was getting closer to her target, a rogue vampire who had been terrorizing the town for weeks.

The French doors are wide open, the room inside dimly lit up by the single bedside lamp, creating a romantic atmosphere. I was just about to enter when the door to the hall opens and I watch in horror as Beccy slips in, dressed in a satin negligee. She daintily lies down suggestively on the bed and I feel a growl build in my throat. I desperately want to grab her by her pretty golden hair and fling her off the side of the balcony - but I don't. Instead, I sit and wait in the shadows. "Rebecca, what are you doing here?"

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Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

"I can make you forget the Council. Just one taste, Zane. Let me remind you of the history we almost had." She leaned in, her breasts pressing against my knees, her hands fumbling with my belt. She looked up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her eyes searching for a flicker of the old fire. "She doesn't even know how to please you," Adeline hissed, her voice sharp with venom. "She’s a cold, little bird. I’m a fire. Let me burn for you." She leaned forward, her mouth opening to take me through the fabric of my trousers, her hands reaching up to shove her breasts into my face, desperate for any contact, any sign that she still held power over me.

Eugenia’s POV The morning after my victory, I woke with the taste of blood still on my tongue and the weight of Adrian's arm heavy across my waist. The lodge smelled of smoke, sex, and the lingering musk of wolves. I lay still, listening to his steady breathing, and allowed myself a moment of peace. It didn't last. A sharp knock at the door shattered the quiet. Adrian was awake instantly, his body coiling, a growl rumbling in his chest. I pressed a hand to his lips, sliding out of bed, grabbing my robe.

And Lucian, standing right in the center of all of it like some dark, brooding sentinel. I couldn’t shake the image of him from my mind—the way he’d looked at me in the library, his eyes filled with so much intensity it practically crackled in the air between us. But it wasn’t just the attraction that had my pulse racing. It was the sense of something more. Something... ancient. And dangerous. “Great, Chloe,” I muttered under my breath, standing up and pacing in front of the dusty shelves. “You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.”