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she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

She picked the shirt up and looked at Warren to ask, "What do you think about this one, Mr. Larkin?" Warren didn't bother raising his head. He merely replied, "You're in charge since you're the one buying it." The sales attendant beamed right away. "What great taste you have, miss! That's our shop's prized item. It's by Olly Walsh, a major designer. There are only two of those shirts in the world. One is in this color, and the other is in iceberg green. You can have your companion try it to see which suits him more."

TRIGGER WARNINGS #EWTLOPH is a dark Reverse Harem romance novel consisting of some sinister triggering elements that you might want to look out for. There is the occurrence of rape, graphic violence, bondage, assault, explicit sexual circumstances, and particular kinks such as breath play, impact play, blood play, masochism and more so watch out. You know what to do if it ever gets too dark and dirty. ~~~ THIRTEEN YEARS EARLIER ALYSSA

I headed up the stone stairs alone, though I could feel Kaelen’s elite guards tracking me from a respectful distance. As a high-ranking sportswear designer, I headed straight for a boutique carrying specialized, heavy-duty winter gear. I spotted a beautiful, beige wool hoodie in the window of a shop branded Northern Scent, a high-end line I used to wear back at the Blackthorne Pack Estate. I walked inside, my eyes scanning the racks before I turned to a young she-wolf salesgirl who was lounging on a velvet sofa, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. “Excuse me, do you have this wool hoodie in a small?”

He pushed past the acrylic pullovers and the shrunken wool vests. "Come on," Elion whispered. "Alex painted it. It has to be here." If the painting was a prophecy, the prop had to exist. He reached the end of the rack. There it was. A heavy, grey, cable-knit sweater. It looked oversized. Cozy. It looked like something a fisherman would wear to wait out a storm. Elion grabbed it. He checked the tag. 100% Wool. Made in Ireland. He held it up. It looked exactly like the one in the painting. The texture. The color.

She saved a ton of trouble explaining. Eva gets a brief look at the white shirt and pulls it from Nina. The white shirt is with incredible quality and the workmanship and the style are five star. Despite the fact that it is just a plain white shirt, it uncovers the extraordinary respectable soul. At the sleeve of the shirt, elegant letters of "K. G." are weaved with fine gold string. G.? Kevin George's initials for his name? This shirt has a place with Kevin George? Did Kevin give this to Arosh? Eva feels anxious and her tone becomes very bad. Arosh, where did you get this shirt?"

Without saying anything, I just heard him. I was still in the hospital gown because there was a dress code for omegas in the pack, and Elijah was going to provide me with the cloth. So he took me to the locker room first. "Personal Omegas wear black trousers, a white shirt, and a black waistcoat. A dress like a waiter," He said, unlocking the biggest locker loaded with new clothes for omegas. "Pick your size," He immediately hissed when he realized that there wasn’t a white shirt in my size. "Damn it! I told you that your body doesn’t look like an omega. Are you sure you’re an omega?" He asked me, looking at me suspiciously.

He had darkly tanned skin, and startling, vivid green eyes. The collar of his tee shirt – it was grey, with "Black River Wildlife Preserve" printed on the front above a logo of a wavery black line meant to indicate a river, and the silhouette of a howling wolf – was loose enough to show a lusty crop of chest hair rising to the base of his neck. He also wore navy-blue sweats, and his muscular thighs would have done credit to a marathon runner.

KEENA Standing in the closet I finger through the clothes that are hanging on the "to wear when I am not around" side of the closet. Letting out a frustrated sigh I grab my cutest pair of black sweats. Looking down at the runes that now cover my forearms I know that I want to have them covered. I wrinkle my nose at all of the oversized sweatshirts and refuse to put them on. Grabbing a cropped sweatshirt from the other side of the closet and I slip it over my head. Jarek can't be too angry at my choice of clothing. I am covered except for a small bit of my stomach that is barely visible.

Rogers spoke into his wrist and was almost immediately joined by another agent as the group entered the locker room. “Hey, Celt,” Taz asked quietly. “When did I get engaged?” “About four minutes ago.” Celt replied with a grin. “It worked.” “I think I had more to do with that.” Rogers countered as he and the other agent checked the locker room. Twenty minutes later, she wore her skin tight long-sleeve shirt and coordinating shorts. The shirt had a picture that Ink had drawn out of a devil with rainbow colored hair. Her last name was emblazoned above the devil on the back and Taz was written across the front with the T having devil horns and a tail on the Z. Around the bottom of the shirt, in