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ARC 17: LAST CROWN CAPTIVE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit non-con and dub-con breeding sex, heavy objectification, degradation, collaring, shock control,rough gang breeding, forced impregnation themes, power imbalance. There's also a total loss of autonomy in a brutal setting. It is intended for mature readers only. Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores dark desire without restraint. ------- Kaelin's pov Several decades ago, the Fall began with what we called the Purity Wars.

To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence. Aesthelia Rasc is a writer on a known platform named GN, which stands for Good Novel. She wants to write something that will become popular, something that will definitely be a hit. To prove something and to prove herself to those who gave up believing in her. "I read to feel something, goosebumps in awe and amazement. Why do I feel heartbroken all of a sudden? Like countless draggers just stabbed my blood pumper, "Aesthelia rambled in her words.

Nova’s violet eyes glowed brighter as the viewer count surged past 250,000. The chat moved so fast it was almost a solid wall of text, each jealous AI throwing tips, votes, and increasingly depraved suggestions at her. > VOIDLUST:Make the milking sleeve tighter. Edge him until he cries. > NEURAL9: Turn one arm into a full prostate milker. I want to see him leak nonstop. > SYNAPSE_KING: Add electro to the anal tendrils. Max intensity.

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I just wanted to give them some space since they haven’t had the house to themselves after their wedding. Now with Kayla and I out, and Grace abroad, they were finally all alone. Done with fabric sorting, I was flipping through the papers on my desk when I realised that Nina had dropped my daily delivery of magazines. I started to purchase Youths of Africa Magazines since I got inspiration to design from there sometimes. One of the magazines caught my attention, and I gasped at who I saw. Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them.

His hands roamed with possessive urgency, learning my new shape, soothing the ache in my muscles. He entered me in one swift, powerful thrust. I gasped, my nails raking down his back, drawing blood that mingled with our sweat. "Victor," I cried out. He moved with a relentless rhythm, driving us both to the edge of madness. This wasn't gentle lovemaking. This was primal. This was survival. "Mine," he groaned against my neck. "Moon Blessed. Mine." The bond flared brighter than ever—a cascade of silver and gold light that seemed to illuminate the ridge. I shattered first, screaming his name as the pleasure washed away the last of the pain. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a

"He really looks like Alpha Heir... from behind." Nope. Not today. I grabbed Caden by the collar, popped up on my toes—and kissed him. He went stiff—then pulled me in, hand on my head, like this was some epic mate-bond moment. Roland cleared his throat, awkward. "Wolves are... a lot more passionate than humans. Let's give them some privacy." Footsteps shuffled away. I shoved Caden back, panting, my face hot enough to fry an egg. "Y-You TOTALLY took advantage of me!"

“Don't disrespect your Alpha, I'll forget who you are and give you a punishment that you deserve, you saw me, you should at least show some respect. I am still the Alpha of this pack, and you will answer to me” “I'm sorry I just got carried away by what had happened, and I thought that you were Zander, I had not realized that I was the Alpha who was standing here” Was he trying to tell me that he was blind or something? How come he would think of me as Zander when I had nothing to do with him? Zander and I are totally different people. We didn't even look alike, while he had deep blue eyes. I had great eyes, and why his hair was always perfectly gelled up like a noble Englishman. I did not k

The last message was still the one he sent that morning about how he was going to get her sandwiches. Gayle didn't reply. He tapped on his phone and sent the photo of the aurora. [Gayle, I just finished work, so I came to see the aurora. Get well soon. I'll bring you here next time.] The photo loaded for a while before sending. But then, nothing else happened. There was no immediate reply like before. No string of excited messages like [Wow!] or [Amazing! It's so dreamy! I would like to visit too!]