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"You may not have been the one to rip their throats out but you are still as nasty and ugly as the one who did. You were there Mericel, you did Zefer's dirty work." Rue's eyes left Mericel for a quick second to flick up to the sweaty terrified so-called werewolf king. His stench was so pungent that Rue could smell it all the way where she stood. He might as well be a turtle so he could hide in his shell.

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His warm lips pressed against my neck as his hands wandered my body, making their way down. I was snapped out of my trance by someone clearing their throat. My eyes flew open, meeting alpha Erik's gaze, my face growing red. I gripped my thighs tighter as I tried to keep any scent of arousal from the air. Werewolves had a keen sense of smell, and a female's arousal drove all the unmated males crazy. "Alpha Erik, you finally made it." The words left my mouth before I could stop it. My eyes widened as I examined his expression. A small smirk spread across his face as he looked at me.

Of Trent and the other wolf, there was no sign. Did they still follow? Had Roderick's pets caught them? As twilight gave way to night, she trembled as she wondered how long they had until the vampire himself found them. I don't want to think about Roderick. Not when escape finally seemed a possibility. She focused instead on the man carrying her. While he didn't inspire the same kind of tingle Darren and Trent had, she still felt something, a little shock more along the lines of that she'd experienced with David. It was totally weird. In the past, her boyfriends had never given her electric shocks when they touched. Could the odd sensation have to do with their wolf status? A weird kind of p

His breath was ragged, eyes glowing, fangs barely restrained. “Do you want this?” he asked, voice thick and low. “Yes,” she whispered. He leaned down, lips brushing her ear. “Then say it.” “I want you, Kael.” He groaned, trembling. And then—he roared. The sound echoed into the night as the pack shifted around them, celebrating, howling, surrendering to their Alpha’s desire. His lips found her neck, her collarbone, the soft curve of her breast. She arched into him, body burning.

I immediately ran back to the apartment to find that the black hounds had surrounded Richard. I felt my body tense up as the black hounds emerged, their eyes filled with rage. They were trained werewolf assassins, and they outnumbered us two to five. My husband and I fought hard, but it wasn't enough. Richard mind-talked to me, telling me to take our daughter Daciana and run. I refused at first, continuing to fight alongside him. But one of the hounds pounced on him, pushing him aside and dashing toward the back door where the car was parked. I ran after him, fighting with all my might, but I was already severely injured and getting weaker.

Avalea By the Goddess, what have I done? I have actually gone ahead and kissed the Werewolf. My first kiss. I never thought my first kiss would be with a Werewolf. Temporary insanity. That’s the only reason it must have happened. Except… I want to do it again. And I don’t particularly regret it. Earlier when his lateral incisors got all sharp and the muscles in his shoulders bulged impossibly, it sent an arrow of something hot, something molten and delicious right down to my core.

My wolf was no longer asking — it was demanding I claim what was ours. I tried to fight it. I really did, but the pull was becoming unbearable. I found her in the library late that afternoon. She was standing on a small stepladder, reaching up to organize books on a high shelf. Her modest black uniform had ridden up slightly, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her thighs. The sight made my cock thicken instantly in my trousers. I stepped inside quietly and closed the heavy door behind me gently.

We were predator and prey, locked in a dance that was as old as the moon itself Our bodies moved in a sensual ballet, each touch and caress speaking of the passion that simmered just beneath the surface. Alex's hands slid over my curves, his fingers tracing the lines of my body with a possessive hunger that made me ache for more. I could feel the werewolf in him, the beast that longed to claim me fully, to make me his in every sense of the word.