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After he left, the mansion became unusually quiet. Mrs Margareta found Adaline downstairs later in the afternoon sitting in the living room with a book she clearly was not paying attention to. Mrs Margareta sat opposite her with an unreadable smile. “So,” she began. Adaline looked up cautiously. “So what?” “Tell me everything.” Adaline immediately coughed violently. Mrs Margareta widened her eyes. “Do you need water?” She quickly signaled one of the servants. “No, I’m fine,” Adaline said quickly, embarrassed. “Something just entered my throat.”

“Adeline, come on!” Warm liquid seeps through Adeline’s clothes, and into the ground. I make quick work to press my hands as firmly as I can to the two holes in her body. The crimson liquid coats my arms in a matter of seconds, as the life drains out of her. “No, no, no. Please, say something Adie.” But Adeline stays still no matter how much I shake her. My vision blurs as my tears overflow, falling to Adeline’s cheeks, and that’s when I finally notice her eyes… lifeless and dull.

Hadrian blurted. Adeline laughed as she turned and looked at him, “You have two daughters. You know what to do.” “How?” he asked and all three cocked amused eyebrows at him. He dared not look at his crew mates, they were probably going to give him hell. “How is she in heat? They fixed her.” “Let’s get one thing right.” Emmeline warned. “They did not fix her. They mutilated her. Thankfully, she is of an old line. She is replacing what they took.”

Chapter 2: House Rules The house felt different the next morning. Elias woke up with a sore throat and swollen lips. His wrists still carried faint red marks from where Damien had pinned them. He lay in bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, heart pounding as last night replayed in vivid, humiliating detail. The rough kiss. The way Damien had stroked their cocks together like he already owned every inch of Elias. The filthy words that had sunk straight into his bones.

He smirked seeing my horrified face. "Just imagine how will my dick feel inside you, Adeline."

And strangely, I didn’t feel any attraction towards her. I wasn’t sure if it had faded over time since it was a stupid infatuation or if was it replaced by someone more…important? I walked out of the manor and found the ‘more important.’ Adeline stood before the birds with a bowl of grain in her hand, and she fed them. The birds seemed to be flocking around her as if she was snow white. Her lips moved as she looked at one of them. Was she talking to them? I moved closer to listen in.

Her toes curled as the urge continued to try to escape, and Adaline struggled to hold it back. "Sir... let go..." she begged while sobbing. But Altezza ignored her. He seemed deaf and instead extended his tongue deeper. "Sir... please... let go..." Adaline begged again, trying to get up and free herself. "Sir... I want... ahhhh...." Adaline's body was thrown back onto the bed as she felt a thick liquid flowing out, and Altezza continued to lick it. Adaline cried. Feeling ashamed of herself and ashamed of what Altezza was doing. She cried, covering her face with both hands.

We are here to find our way back to Alexander, but she is a wolf obsessed with finding her goal. Never stopping to rest, Adeline keeps hunting our mate until the wee hours of the morning. The sky turns a beautiful shade of orange and purple as the sun rises in the sky. I watch the breathtaking sunrise from behind Adeline’s eyes and I beg her to stop and take a break for a few hours. Letting out a little humph of frustration she finally tires herself out and lays on the hard ground and closes her eyes. Once Adeline’s mind is calm once again I let myself rest and we fall into a deep sleep.

He left after a minute, and Gianna looked at the door, but no one in sight. She shrugged before resuming her gun loading. -- [Madden's Manor] Adeline liked the smell of snow that invaded her viscera when she woke up, and she even inhaled it more, dragging her nose across the carpet of skin. She opened her eyes when she got to a bumpy point, and she saw it's Madden's nipple. She smiled before looking up to see his keen eyes on herself, looking so attentive like he's watching the most important thing in his life. That look disappeared from his eyes immediately she saw him though, and she tried coming higher on his body, but then something held her back in the middle.

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Daniel stood behind his large mahogany desk, pants around his ankles, shirt unbuttoned. His hips slammed forward again and again, driving his thick cock into a woman bent over the desk. She was a petite blonde, skirt hiked up around her waist, panties ripped aside, her breasts spilling out of her blouse as they pressed against the polished wood. Her face was turned toward me, eyes half-closed in ecstasy, mouth open in a constant stream of moans.