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In the heat of the moment, I almost miss that he adds: "So, what's it going to be, sweetheart? Up to you." "You're giving me a choice?" I'm sure I don't look nearly as surprised as I am shocked. Since when does the Rogue Alpha offer someone a choice? Are we sure we're dealing with the right guy, and he's not a fraud? "Yep." "But why?" I tilt my head, still trying to comprehend why Nero behaves like this. It can't be that these stories and rumours aren't based on actual events. "There's not much difference between a war and a marriage in my books, sweetheart." Now that Nero shares such thoughts, I see it, he's the Rogue Alpha.

HARLEY "What are you reading?" she asks, glancing at the cover of my book. "Oh, a werewolf romance," she says with a grin. "Are you a fan of the genre?" I feel my cheeks redden. "Well, I'm not really sure," I say, laughing a little. "I've never read anything like this before. I just picked it up because the cover looked interesting." "You should read it," Lauren says. "The story is really well-written, and the characters are complex and interesting. It's not just some cheesy romance novel."

She practically fell into the first available empty seat she could find, three rows from the front, dropping her satchel to the floor with a thud. The air in the room had changed. It was charged, anticipatory. All eyes were fixed on him as he placed his coffee and bag on the lectern at the front. He didn’t need to call for silence. His presence commanded it. Scarlett’s fingers trembled as she opened her notebook. She dared not to look up. She bit her lip, trying to steady her thoughts. She had survived. Dr. Clarke began to speak, his voice filling the hall. “Today our topic is ‘Forbidden Romance’.”

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“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

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"What if I overshadow you at your own wedding?" "Harriet, honey," I started, almost throwing my head back with laughter. "You cannot overshadow me even at your own wedding. I could wear a fucking tie-dye duster dress and still standout. It's a Larionova curse." It was adorable that she needed my permission, so when she had the right dress in mind, she left to go fucking find it. She should pray that she'd find that very specific dress in under a day. Then by mid-afternoon, the house almost felt crowded. Chase arrived with his hideous pug, and the bitch barked at me like she fucking owns the place. I basically threatened Chase with a gun to take the dog out of the echoing halls of the house.

And then he kissed me deep and slow, as as if he was reminding me that I was his. “You ready for the next lesson, Doe?” My eyes widened, and a fresh wave of heat shot to my core. “Lesson? What lesson?” Alaric smirked, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip lightly. “How to take your husband’s cock like a pro.” My breath caught in my throat, his words filtering into my ears and settling deep into me. I let out a nervous laugh, involuntarily arching into him. “Oh really? What’s point one then?” I teased.

Harold was out and I was all alone inside the house. I walked upto the book shelf and checked the books he had in his book shelf. Most of them were of business and some were of Sherlocks books, don't wanna read detective books. There was no romantic books here. In such a big book shelf, there are only detective and business management books. I again thoroughly went through the books and found a yellow color old book, which was neither detectives nor business books. I pulled it out and read the title of the book. PARENTHOOD.

As if his presence isn't enough, now I am even more turned on. I squeeze my thighs together, shifting uncomfortably in the chair. "I'm sorry sir." "Sorry?" He slowly makes his way towards me, his eyes still fixed on me and making all my senses flare. I can smell his cologne, a thick mix of chocolate, spirit and cashmere. He stops right in front of me, his form completely enveloping mine. "Do you think sorry will take away the images you've planted in my head? Images of your tight, little cunt?"