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I felt him bring me close to him and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Thank you. I'm so glad you're here.” He kissed my forehead as I placed my hand over his chest. Xander was so strong and I was sure that he was the one who took great care of Rowena when they lost their parents and just thinking about how she might leave him was definitely breaking him into pieces, but I knew him. He was a good man and he wasn’t going to hold her back from chasing her happiness. “X-Xander, Priya…” We heard Rowena’s voice. We turned around and I saw her standing next to a tall, broad-shouldered, Asian-looking man. He was handsome and the two of them looked pretty good together. Was that her mate?

Xander's breath hitches, his muscles clenching around my fingers as I work him open. "Ah, Max," he groans, his voice strained but filled with desire. His eyes, dark pools of lust, lock onto mine, begging for more. With a swift motion, I add a third finger, and Xander cries out, his back arching as he cums violently. His release splatters over his chest and face, the sight of him so vulnerable and yet so insanely sexy makes my heart race. He looks startled but entirely turned on, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.

He had a stern and firm look on his face, jaws clenched as he emitted an ominous aura. Suddenly, the doors of his study flew open. The sound it made when it hit the walls was loud and garnered his unamused attention. "... This had better be good news..." Xander said below his breath, his eyes still focused on the book. "Xa...nder... haah... haah... is it true...?" a woman's raspy voice filled the now morbidly silent room. Echoes of her stertorous breathing filling the stale air of the room.

I wouldn’t let it touch me again. The man was… striking. Not in a soft, easy way, but in a rough, rugged way that made him stand out. If it weren’t for the scowl lined across his face, I might have said he looked almost… pretty. Alessandro waved at him, a bright smile breaking across his face. The man straightened his shoulders and started walking toward us with slow, confident steps. When he reached us, Alessandro pulled him into a hug. “How are you, son?” Alessandro said warmly.

"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a

⚠️❗️ Content Warning ❗️⚠️ This book contains mature themes and situations that may not be suitable for all readers. It includes strong language, explicit sexual content, and scenes of intense passion. It also depicts violence, emotional manipulation, and other adult situations that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader discretion is strongly advised. This story is intended for mature audiences only. ---------- "Mmmm..." Summer moaned softly, her body arching in pleasure as Alexander's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in her. His hands roamed over her curves, caressing and squeezing her soft flesh.

After hanging up, the man walked toward the sofa. Serena was reading a financial magazine and had just come across an article about X Group’s new hot spring resort opening on the outskirts of Vernon. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her neck from behind. She instinctively tilted her head and pointed at the page with a smile. “Xavier, your family opened a new hotel again?” “Yeah.” Xavier responded casually, then rested his chin on her shoulder. “I was just about to tell you.”

Isabella's POV The air left my lungs. Xander stood in the ring. He was stripped down, his shirt gone, the overhead light cutting sharp shadows across the lines of his body. Across from him stood his opponent, a man built like something that had been assembled specifically to cause damage. Wide, heavy, with the kind of stillness before a fight that meant he had done this many times before and enjoyed every one of them. I grabbed Manny's arm without thinking. "Tell me I am imagining that."

I closed the door gently behind me, taking slow steps till I was just a few inches from him. He stood then, straightened his shoulders, and turned to me. His eyes were red, but I watched them slowly retract to their original grey color. I stared at him, and he stared back without saying any words. His eyes were those of a troubled man. Unsettled, with so much anger in them. Xaria needs to comfort her mate and to do that, I need physical contact, so I reached out, and took his left hand in my right, pushing closer to him as much as my bulging stomach could allow.

I mutter underneath my breath. Ronan laughs softly behind me, still in his white tank top and black sweats. Malachi is shirtless in white shorts. I am surrounded by three sex gods who are my brother’s best friends. It can’t get more scandalous than this. “What’re you reading?” I ask Jaxon. Without looking up, he lowers his glasses and peeks over them. “A book.” I roll my eyes. “Yes, a book on what?” He closes it and sets it down on the glass table beside him.