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’ She screamed at him as he held her down but she was still too weak to fight him properly, ‘What you want is irrelevant little Hybrid, you are going to take my seed tonight in front of all your fucking Coven and there is nothing any of you can do to stop me. He sneered and pushed her legs wider apart rubbing the tip of his cock along her folds he knew his first thrust would send her straight into Haze and he would have his victory. A deep menacing growl came from behind him and he turned his head to see a massive snow-white wolf advancing toward him. It was an impressive sight, huge jaws with deadly razor-sharp teeth were visible as it snarled, ears flat against its head, tail down and mus

“I mean, the first time I saw you, I thought of a calla lily. Quiet. Clean. Beautiful.” She looked up and met his eyes. “I like calla lilies in full bloom. I don’t want to see them wither too soon.” George gazed at her. There was a warmth in his eyes that brushed across her heart like a feather. His eyes turned red. After a pause, he nodded solemnly. “Then I’ll keep blooming.” Zoe blushed and nodded gently, saying nothing more. From that day on, something subtle began to shift between them. Like two people huddled together for warmth in the middle of a long winter, they found healing in each other.

Damon already had sex with few women but only when he’s bored, he never had a girlfriend or someone he loved or did he? His phone suddenly rang. Damon erased the thought of killing the woman who used his photo for a while and pressed his matte black iPhone 11 pro max on his right ear. “Furlord.” “Lemon?” a sweet voice of a woman was heard over the phone. “I mean, Damon? Is Mr. Damon Furlord there?” she asked. Damon was speechless for a moment, he can’t be mistaken, the voice of the woman was the same as the girl she used to love back when he’s on his second grade. He was stiffened and couldn’t find his voice for a minute but then he gathered all of his strength and tried to speak. “E-Eris?”

A massive bed sat in the center of the room, and he laid her onto it with more gentleness than I would have expected from a thousand-year old leech. Suddenly a part of his sentence of earlier echoed in my brain and my brows furrowed. Snow was just a mute runt for all I knew, what special blood did she have that’ll make her prey to the Wendigo. What the hell does he know that I don’t?” I gripped his shoulder and forcefully yanked him back, my fingers digging into his cold skin. “What do you mean by special blood?” Eric slowly turned, and for the first time since I’d met him, a thin smile stretched across his face. “You don’t know, do you?”

The wind rustled the trees outside, tousling his hair and the hem of his snow-white shirt. It was like a scene straight out of a movie. Back then, the girls silently bet on who'd have the courage to confess first, and I was the one who stepped up without any hesitation. "Lucas, I like you." I looked up at me, and a mocking sneer appeared on his face. "Are you a pig, Susan?" That was enough to wake me up. Gosh, was I really that embarrassing back in the day? Besides, if my memory served me correctly, he only gave me a smirk back then without saying a word.

Continuing their exploration through the book, he turned to a specific page, and Jennifer bent down to examine a sketch of her wolf. “It’s-” she began. “It’s the rarest kind,” he interrupted, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. “A cursed wolf named ‘Snow.’ A beautiful creature who could blend into the snow with her white coat. But her story took a tragic turn when she fell in love with the head Alpha of a pack, not knowing he was already married to a witch.” As he recounted the tale, he skillfully wove a vivid picture of the forbidden romance between the white wolf and the Alpha, their bond as destined mates, and the rage of the witch when she discovered their connection.

DAMON’S POV I still remember a few of my dates who had tried to get my attention by leaving me in the arms of other men in frustration yet, I had not even batted an eyebrow. But there was something about Snow White that filled me with white-hot wrath at the way all the men in the party couldn’t keep their eyes off her the minute we had stepped into the hall, her long white hair which she had straightened flat gleaming under the light.

Snow—my white wolf with cold blue eyes—lifted her head. The witch froze. Good. Even without speaking, Snow radiated lethal grace. My body felt heavier, stronger, and wild. Every instinct sharpened. My paws touched the floor with silent promise. The witch’s fingers twitched, drawing runes in a desperate attempt to defend herself, but Snow was already moving. A blur of white. A sharp snap of bones. A wet crack. In the span of a breath, Snow lunged at her, jaws stretching wide. Teeth sank into the witch’s neck and tore through flesh and bone with merciless precision.

They were standing too close, their proximity crossing the boundary of casual dancing, and I knew this was unacceptable. I put my untouched drink back on the counter and stalked toward them, my anger reaching a perilous peak. But before I could close the distance, I saw her push him away and dart off, with him hot on her heels. At that moment, all reason flew out the window. There were only so many things he could have said to provoke such a reaction from her, and none of them were in the least bit tolerable, especially after my explicit warning for him to keep his distance. What finally caused the Snow gene to snap into place, awakening the sleeping beast of my past that had lain dormant fo

I looked up to see the man in complete surrender—his eyes were closed, and he gripped the bedsheet until his knuckles turned white. Xavier was being more insistent, but as soon as I sensed that, I ceased all action and moved away. And this time, his curse words were explosive. I stood up to my full height, tall enough to see the animal's desire in his eyes. The craving between us was beyond control. They fell on the soft bed, and I spread my legs for him, cradling him as he positioned his rod on my delicate part, soaking it with my wetness, and I moaned loudly as he entered me in one swift motion, filling me with all his delicious length. I moaned out loud for that.