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She walks past me, when she gets to the door, she stops and turns around, “By the way, Diego. I have one last thing to say.” “What the fuck is it now? Scared already? Ready to talk?” I smiled evilly. “No. I, Blanca Moreno, a wolfless omega, reject you, Diego Moreno, as my mate.” The bond completely shatters in my chest, and I’m bent over clutching it and looking at Blanca, who is still serene and calm. I’m in excruciating pain and she is still like a statue. “Get her the fuck out of here! Beat her within an inch of her life until she talks.” I screamed.

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Until Rhiannon walked into that hotel room with her dead eyes and her broken wolf and her mouth. Until she looked up at me and I saw that fire. Buried deep under all the damage and the grief and the years of being treated like nothing. That fire that hadn't gone out. That stubborn, stupid, beautiful fire that refused to die even though everything around it was ash. And my wolf didn't pace. It didn't snarl. It sat down. Right there in my chest. And it purred. I hated it. I hated her for it. I hated that she made me feel something. I hated that she made me want something. I hated that after thirty-eight years of being stone cold, this woman, this broken, bleeding, beautiful woman, walked in an

“He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?” She started folding my clothes from the first bag. Very slow. Very precise. Like she was trying not to throw something. “He’s… private.” “Private. Right. That’s code for ‘vampire with issues,’ isn’t it?” No answer. She just kept folding. I leaned against the desk, arms crossed. “Does he hate everyone or just me? Because the way he looked at me like I personally ruined his whole day, it felt personal.” Still nothing. “Nicole. Come on. Girl to girl. Throw me a bone.”

“Not survival, not love, not desire. But you… you can take it. You’re ready for it. And I’ll be there, testing you, watching you, pushing you… until you know exactly how far you can go.” The city hummed below them, distant and insignificant. All that mattered was Dante, the heat of his body, the magnetic pull between them, and the dangerous fire building inside her. She knew, with absolute certainty, that she could never go back to the life she had before tonight. Because now, she had crossed the first line—and Dante was showing her that every line after this would burn.

“How will the realm react when they find out? We both discovered weeks ago that the Ouroboros was behind the rogue attacks that took the lives of our people…” “Step. Away. From. The King's woman,” Lucas bit out, each word striking cold not wanting to hear more words. Valoreth fully turned in Lucas’ direction and started toward him. “Alright, Lucas,” he said, his hands still clasped behind him. Arianna spotted the book, and her eyes widened. That was Selene's book—the one she had read with Brigid. How in the world did it end up in his hands? This was bad.

I shuddered, panting as I watched him work his magical lips on me. His eyes bore into me, dark with raw lust and insatiable need, his nose nudging my clit. Nothing could ever prepare me for this. So sinful. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like I was his last meal on earth before his death. "Yes, Daddy, just like that!" I screamed out, unable to contain the wave of ecstasy that washed over me. He quickened his pace, his thick fingers delving deeper with each thrust, expertly manipulating me, sending unrelenting waves of pleasure surging through my trembling form. My climax was building, and I craved it more than anything.

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

**Trigger warnings for this book: this is a dark romance werewolf story containing gaslighting, dub-con, assault, rape, violence, bondage, in a Reverse Harem scenario, involving bxg and bxb group sex scenes. There is a chapter separately marked with a trigger warning that features a pregnancy loss.** The River House, The Day After the Funeral

Rosa let out a muffled groan of pure frustration; she hated how effortlessly he could outmaneuver her. As the kiss deepened, the air between them seemed to catch fire. The initial clash melted into something more agonizingly passionate, a sensory assault that forced her eyes to flutter shut once more. Against her better judgment, her body began to succumb to the dark, sensual pull he was exerting over her. She lost all sense of time, drowning in the feeling of him, until the desperate need for oxygen finally registered. Sensing her lungs straining, Luciano reluctantly broke the connection, leaving them both gasping in the humid afternoon air. His eyes stayed locked on her flushed face, her c