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It revealed a couple of videos that were well detailed and arranged, it contained dash cam footage and surveillance videos titled Black. “You guys need to see this. I think she might be onto us or something. The videos are about footage concerning us.” I announced, already curious about what he would see once he clicked on it. Beta Jude and my father had already resigned to letting me have my way, so they had no other option but to join me to see what secrets Ari has been hiding from us. I hit play and the first video revealed numerous scenes of Beta Jude shifting into his wolf form and killing multiple other wolves and humans alike, often with the help of his private bodyguards and then dis

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

At thirty-two, Andrew Linton had done a lot of things—both brave and cowardly—but he hadn't done anything of this sort. Declan Partridge was no ordinary man; at thirty-six, he commanded more than two thousand workers in more than ten countries as the chairman and CEO of Pattron Groups. He was formidable. And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr.

“Excuse my language but – what a fucking pussy!” A startled laugh bursts out of me, but I quickly stifle it when Alex and Rob look over. The warmth of validation fills my chest as I nod along, loving having someone to rant to. “That’s what I think! I feel like I should be happy with what I got, but I was raised on Shakespeare adaptations and shitty chick flicks, and I just want more.”

BigBam ➡Abeg no kill me, na oga principal poo pls no tell anybody. I knew it, that pig was having a good time, well Mr PC our property is now officially mine. I'm going to make sure I fuck her brains out that she wont enjoy anyone else but me! So I positioned my stallion to enter BigBams wonderland! TBC 🖖🔞 Sorry for the shortness, battery low

Sleek, black leather, with a short, tapered flap at the end. He walked back to the bed, the crop held loosely at his side. “You asked for everything. “We are playing rough tonight.” A clear dark passion was in his eyes. He tapped the leather flap against his own palm. The sound was a soft, threatening whap. “You remember the safe word, Lila?” The question wasn’t rhetorical. It was a key. Her submission at times like this wasn’t mindless; it was a gift, given only because she trusted him completely. “Yes,” she breathed,”it's red.”

“And let me introduce you to my mate, Darcia Ruthwell. He’s the future Alpha to the Midnight Hunters pack in Portland.” “Hi, nice to meet you.” I gave him a small smile before turning to the other woman. “And who might you be?” “Freya Wilder,” she told me with an annoying smile. “Cameron’s mate and the future Luna of this pack.” Fucking hell!

Nobody looked at me as I moved through the wedding grounds. Of course they didn't. I was Bella Cooper. Pack omega. The fat girl who carried other people's beautiful things to them and then disappeared back into the background where she belonged. Years of being invisible had made me good at that... moving through spaces like I didn't exist. Like I was air. Outside, the Silverpeak Pack grounds had never looked more beautiful. String lights hung between the trees like trapped stars. White flowers decorated every arch and pillar. The air smelled like jasmine and expensive perfume and the kind of joy that belonged to other people.

What is she exactly? ‘Her name is Larrisa. Such a wonderful name to a beautiful soul. Larissa is a wolf, you dumbass.’ ‘She’s blue with wings. That crap isn’t normal.’ ‘Shut the fuck up before I take you down. I'll get you thrashing around on the ground, like a fish out of water. Then I will take complete control. You’ll never see the light of day again. I have the power to do so.’ I roll my eyes, then freeze as Silver growls at Jarek and starts walking in my direction.

Her black Pocahontas hair and her mocha brown skin look real and flawless. Mark became entranced by the sexy CGI dancing queen. Even the sweat on her skin looked authentic. The high-octane fire did not affect the simulated young woman’s body. She moved and grooved with her hands on her shapely hips. The fire kissed her gyrating hips and her slender tattooed waistline. It kissed her denim miniskirt and her strapless red leather halter top.