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At least I know he’s not going to blabber to anyone who wants to know about my struggle. Man, the Alpha’s personal life has always been interesting to some. I never understood the appeal of gossip columns. I found a thread in a chat room all about rumours mostly about me and my family. Some of the things I saw… That was also the day I discovered what fanfiction meant. I still have nightmares about it. I used my last resort and googled date ideas. Walks. Well, I guess that’s not hard. But what do you do while you walk? There is no fancy park to visit around here, and if she’s been living most of her life in the woods, I’m not so sure she’ll find a hike surprisingly refreshing.

“Probably because they’re mostly written by women who’ve experienced rejection in real life, and they write their dreams of becoming powerful.” “But then they almost always take the bastard who rejected them back,” I countered. “That’s the mate bond. It’s how it works. Besides, I’m not reading a werewolf novel at the moment.” Nate and Kam had come in by then. “So, what kind of novel are you reading?” Nate asked. “It’s a forbidden love story,” she answered. I glanced at Kam, and we smirked. “So, is she underage, or are they related?” he asked.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Every touch, kiss and spark of pleasure he elicited from her. Her eyes opened slowly as if she were waking from a deep slumber—lovely dark eyes gazing up at him. How many times had Timothy awakened in the middle of the night, dick hard and on the brink of embarrassing the hell out of himself, because those eyes had taunted him in his dreams? Too damn many. He pulled his hand back and slipped a finger slowly into his mouth, his dick throbbing inside her as her intent gaze followed that finger from his lips and back down. He touched her clit again and she closed her eyes.

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Dane: Don’t make me wait, babe. Am I really going to do this? The use of that pet name should make me cringe but it doesn’t. It has the opposite effect. My pussy is drenched and I want him. This fantasy that he’s painted for me is everything I’ve ever wanted. I close my eyes as I envision him. The large alpha that wants to control me, take me, use me, and stares down his nose at me. The slick between my legs tells me that I want it all. I want him to dominate me and use my body until he’s sated. I want to please him, I want to do anything and everything without consequences. I don’t want to think about what’s waiting at home for me and I don’t want to think about the shitty ex that’s having

As he drove, memories flooded back to him of a time when Fiona's innocence had been shattered by a cruel act of jealousy. Damian couldn't forget the incident that had caused Fiona to leave the country at such a young age. His childhood friend, Marah, had committed an unspeakable act against Fiona that still haunts Damian to this day. They were only fifteen of them at the time and were having a sleepover like any other pair of friends. However, what should have been a night of laughter and bonding turned into a nightmare.

******************** ~LATER IN THE DAY~ Damian scrolled through the file he was holding but he just couldn't concentrate on it. He still couldn't get his mind off the goddess living with him. This is the first time that he was feeling this way, thinking about a woman sexually. Ever since that incident, he just couldn't bare the sight of women but Selina made him feel different. When he sleeps on the same bed with her, he doesn't even have those nightmares he had before. What is she doing to him? How could she make him feel this way just by looking at him with those innocent eyes of hers?

“No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the words to give it justice. I am afraid to go back to sleep, and yet I want to. I want to dream about her, I want to have her in my arms, I want to be doing those things I dreamt about to her. It is absolutely maddening. I can’t function properly, and I just can’t get enough blood to drink. I haven’t dreamed since before I was changed, and even then, nothing like this. Nothing!” “Dom, you got it bad. Maybe this is a connection you two have. Maybe she is the same way?” “I thought about that too. Because in

I look awful, and it hurts. [Mitchell, am I going to die? I'm so hungry. I want the spaghetti you used to make me. I've been locked in the dark room for two days. I'm thirsty and starving. [Mitchell, when are you coming to get me? I didn't push her, I swear. [Mitchell, where are you? Why don't you love me anymore? Why did you abandon me? [Mitchell, I feel terrible. I have a fever. My teacher made me stand in ice water. It hurts so much.