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“Hey—hey, look at me, cousin. Breathe. Focus on my voice. What did you see? Tell me everything.” I force air into my lungs, my voice trembling, every word hard-won. “The pack… it was empty. Everyone was gone. The streets...dead. Everyone was asleep. Zeke was…” I swallow hard, the image of his black eyes searing my mind. “His seal was broken. And there was a man...no, not a man. A demon. He had grey skin, smoke everywhere around him...he was terrifying. He told me I’d been sleeping too long.”

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Daniel grabs the butcher by the hair, pushing his face into the wooden table. "I suggest you start addressing your king with some respect." Daniels's voice is gruff, coming out almost animalistic. Looking closely at him, I see a glow to his eyes that I have never seen before. Rage is coming off him in waves. I study his demeanor for a moment before it hits me, the glow in his eyes is just like that of a raging dragon. Dragons when upset their eyes take on a deep glow.

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

Here I was, face to face with a ferocious werewolf who was hell bent on getting back what he considered his property and all that ran through my mind was the fact that I’d have to shower again. Ethan’s muzzle was so close to us that I could smell his foul, animal breath. It reeked of dried blood and rotten meat. My gag reflux kicked in and I did my best to subdue it. My legs finally found life again and I inched us back toward the door, hoping that the slider was strong enough to keep him out; providing I was quick enough to close it before he could reach us. It didn’t seem likely, but I had to try.

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Hey, lovelies! Thank you so much to all of you who have waited for this book's release through the setbacks! For those of you who are new here, this is the fourth installment and should be read after Timber, Mated to Brianna, and Mylo (which is at the end of Timber), but for sure after Mated to Brianna which will set the stage and characters for this book. This book is a slow burn with some spicy heat later on - and lots of it! It’s going to have a few M-M moments, possible triggers, and the heirs can have quite the potty mouths.

Wow this guy was a real big ass but I decided to ignore him and when the little Clippy sounds started I couldn’t contain my smile. “Bad news, is out of print.” From the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow coming closer. “Fuck!” All the nicknacks on the jumped with the slam of his fist. “Buddy sit.” And without hesitation, my obedient Doberman sat on her hunches. The look on his face said it all, I guess he wasn't expecting my cute friend who hadn’t taken her eyes off him. She proceeds to yawn, showing her pretty point teeth. “I could try to order a copy. It might take a few days to get a response but if you fill this someone will contact you.”

It was safe. I wandered through the aisles, my fingers trailing over the leather spines of books that were probably older than my entire family tree. I eventually found a section tucked away in the back that seemed to focus on werewolf sociology. I pulled out a heavy, gold-embossed volume titled The Order of the Pack... Werewolf history. It piqued my interest and I carried it over to a secluded mahogany table in the corner. As I went to sit down, I must have sat a little too hard because a sharp pain immediately shot up my butt.

"We'll get both. Three dogs will be great." END OF VOLUME NINE: FAMILY RISK This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author recognizes the trademarks and copyrights of all registered products and works mentioned within this work. Copyright ©2020 by Megan Matthews. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written person from the a