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Jason asked, sounding confused. “Our libraries no longer have books containing earth Fae and we don’t have more knowledge about them except if a Fae tells us about their kind. The books we had, somehow disappeared, and that's the same for Alpha Rollins pack. I asked, and they searched, but it was gone. Whoever is behind it, is seeking for something and also taking something….” This was the theory I had in the mind. “They’re creating an army” Mateo said, standing up. Of course, the smartest boy in the room.

he hums as I trace a swirl with my finger, ever so lightly. I look up at him, and he reaches and grips my hair before thrusting into my open mouth. I swirl my tongue and he thrusts. Then he tells the story. “I had just turned eighteen and was excited to go to a fae club. They don’t follow human age restrictions on alcohol, nor do they follow drug restrictions. Everywhere I looked people were making out and eating delicacies while sipping wine. Mushroom tarts and pate on bannock rounds were the main fare, and I partook freely along with the heathered wine. I didn’t realize that human psilocybin and amanita were mixed into the foods, not until it overtook me with heat and a high that had me dr

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“Well I took a trip back to my packhouse” “Why?” He had abandonned it to move in here with me “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere but if you remember I have a pretty awesome library” “Did you find something out about Jack or Rudy?” “Not Rudy I’m afraid, but have you ever heard of Fae?” “Fae?” “Rumour has it, there used to be a Fae Kingdom, separate from our world but now and again they would venture in, but it was closed long ago”

We both entered the room before sitting in our designated spots. I had not imagined what I had been hearing. Athea and Antony had a third mate, like Lucy, Roman, and I. What the hell was the goddess playing at setting us all up like that? I wondered because nothing seemed like it was. When it came out that Veda was a Fae, I was immediately interested. Fae’s hadn’t been heard of since the early 1900’s. But apparently, they own a little slice of heaven within the woods. My interest was piqued.

FAE “Did you ever think we’ve been… kind of… like we really didn’t do our everything to warn Carl about Sarah before he got married? It’s just I kept thinking…” I rushed, compensating for my hesitation in the beginning. I knew we’d gone through this but it continued to worry me. “I had a different experience with Sarah than you did. Your other friends knew Sarah differently than you and I did. She never really got to you while Carl… I kept thinking when she went after him, her goal was to secure a wealthy husband. That’s not the same with the other guys. The real Sarah would do anything for something like that. Carl never had a chance.”

Rhae slowly walked towards the bookshelf off to the side of the room and began skimming the titles. "Tales of Fae," Aynyra grinned, crossing her legs in the bed like a toddler. Rhae pulled the book off the shelf, examining the repeatedly broken spine and the clear wear and tear on the cloth-covered binding. "A children's book?" Rhae questioned peering at the title. Aynyra chuckled, "It's not a children's book, it's based on history. It's fact." Rhae walked over to the bed laughing, "It's myth Aynyra, don't tell me you believe in the Fae."

But would she be even alive? The fae caught her and pulled her back to him. He gripped her waist hard and licked her face with his tongue. “I like women who are not easy,” he said. Amelia tried to slam her knees into his crotch again but he caught her and threw her on the ground. She growled not with pain, but with irritation. She sucked air. He came down upon her with the force of a freight train and flattened her as he piled on top of her. He licked her face again, his eyes looking like hot molted lava of red. She was disgusted and slapped him across the face. He held her face and got his lips near her lips. In defense, in hatred, in sick revulsion, she brought her hand and caught his face

I could easily ask elders but then. The Blackfrost library was cold and dark at dawn. Torches flickered in iron brackets. The shelves stretched into the darkness...rows and rows of books, journals, scrolls. Centuries of knowledge, and none of it could tell me why I couldn't stop thinking about her. Was there something about her? I read all about griffins and the hybrids of em'. Yet nothing. I searched for hours. Old journals....Accounts of fae glamour and how to break it. Accounts of mate bonds and how they worked. Accounts of wolves who had fallen for women they shouldn't have.

Elizabeth’s POV - As she returns to her seat, I carefully scan the large old album with tiny clusters of dust dotting here and there over its leather cover. With my heart in my throat, I anxiously hold the cover and slowly open the album. Aunt continues to talk, “Believe it or not, your mother was a Fae princess, next in line to rule over the other Fae Folk. After the war many years ago, she lost her people and her home and fled with me to seek refuge from her neighbors who were the werewolves. The heterochromatic sovereign of our kind had offered shelter and protection, and your mother had decisively integrated into our ways and sought a normal life. So she had fallen in love with a mateles