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Ebony adds. I watch as she sits back down by Amani, which makes Haratio frown. I look at Travaina and can tell that he has come to the same conclusion as I have. “Ebony, is Haratio your mate?” I asked. She nods her head yes, then looks down. Haratio kneels in front of her, and I hear at least two other women squeal excitedly. “Little ice flower are you upset about this?” Haratio asked.

Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

I ask Raziel with a frown. He immediately gets serious again and indicates his so-called allies to come down with a nod. Both creatures land soundlessly and effortlessly next to us and lower their heads. One of them is pale tall, deep blue eyes and white hair. The other one is slightly shorter, his skin as dark as the night, his hair equally dark, and his eyes are of a hunting shade of honey. "Meet Ebony and Ivory…" Raziel says, and as I blink in surprise with their names, the three of them hold still for a few seconds, then laugh all together.

Ebony is the first to speak. “Savannah, one of your parents must be a werewolf. The other is a typical human, making you a hybrid. Some hybrids have a wolf, but some do not carry the gene. That would explain why you have never experienced your wolf until now.” She pauses to see if I will have a reaction or something to say, but I’m currently in a state of shock and just processing what she is saying. The thought of taking something to calm me sounds pretty good right now. Why didn’t I agree to it in the first place?

As she flushed the toilet and wiped her mouth, her room door opened and a voice called to her. “Hey hooker! You didn’t tell me you were coming home. I had to hear that shit from Marcus!” Amberleigh wrapped a towel around herself and tried to contain her anger. Ebony knew no such things as boundaries or privacy. She walked to the bathroom doorway and took her friend in. It seemed Ebony had gotten some hair extensions while she was gone, but nothing else had changed. Still gorgeous with a full teardrop shaped ass, slim waist, pear shaped breasts, shimmering dark skin, and cheekbones sharp enough to cut a bitch. Still more beautiful that Amber would ever be. And still just as annoying as fuck i

Eletresh himself. Ebony backed off and looked to see how this would be handled. “Phillip Modish the cocky son of a bitch who needs an entire crowd to feel so confident to talk to people in such a way. Let me make one thing crystal fucking clear to you boy the only reason you are here is so you didn't lead others across the border and start a war like a dumbass. That is it. I have an entire list of reasons Ebony is here and everybody else. So before you start to think you're better than anybody here you're not. You are on very thin ice with me boy and if I hear you talk to anyone else this way you can tell your wild theories and misguided opinions of the people living in karama section to the

Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s. Ebony was an aerialist who also worked The Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amber envied more than one feature on the dark Goddesses’ body and she had seen them all. And had tasted many.

Yes, I tell her Grimm is loving the idea of coming out to play, but just as long as Ebony comes out too, to join him. Who do you think is the one that is asking? I'm already here, says Ebony. I look again and sure enough, it is Ebony. I sometimes tend to get their eye color confused. Sandy's eyes are a deep chocolate brown, while Ebony's are more of a light to medium brown with gold flecks in them. It would be nice to have our wolves take over while Sandy and I take a break. We have been going at it for at least two hours now. I'm sure that your wolf and my wolf are loving this right now I tell her. Yup, they sure are just look at them go.

Her eyes were still the same color and her black hair still hung down past her hips, she looked like a fairy of some sorts with her thin crown of flowers that had been threaded together which was placed on her head, she wore a short summers dress that was covered in little flowers and earthy leather sandals, I looked down at her long legs in relief as she luckily had a pair of tights on under there. She was definitely a girly girl she- wolf that was for sure, she seemed shy as she slowly made her way over to us. I immediately felt guilty for thinking that she should be mated to Beau, he would break this poor girl in half, and I had to quickly shake that thought from my mind as I definitely d

I smile at him and hear ‘er groanin’. "She's certainly a demon. How about I give you her and keep the one you came looking for?" I think he's misunderstood things. "I'm not ‘ere to trade women. I’m ‘ere for Ebony. I don't trade women. I mean, I do a lot of immoral and fucked up things but never women or children, so can I have Ebony now?" I stand waitin’, and he laughs. Standin’, I wait, keepin’ my hand close to the knife. If I see the wrong movement, he's goin’ to have a blade through his eye.