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His right leg tapping against the ground impatiently, he eyed her, great worry tucked into his orbs. Then he said, “Even though… I should have been aware of the terrible thing that almost happened in my manor. Anyway,” Zara was worried he was going to pursue the issue further, but when he pulled her closer for a hug, she thought otherwise, “I am glad you survived the attempts. Thank you for staying alive, my beautiful mate.” “I have to stay alive if I am to go back to Earth. I can’t die in a world that is not mine.”

I had paid the price for my pack's freedom, and I wanted no one else to share in my forced martyrdom. When it seemed like I would finally collapse and die, I saw a trail of smoke rising from a point in the distance. I zeroed in on my hearing abilities and I could hear people laughing; women, to be precise. It could only mean one significant thing; we were in Red Bone territory.

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Tentatively, slender arms crept on his broad shoulders until she reached his nape and she angled to fully mesh her lips to his soft and fleshy ones. He stilled and waited for her next move, giving her the chance to set the pace. She did. Her teeth nibbles then her tongue licked the sting away. He groaned deeply, fighting for control. Big hands on her lower back tightened in reflex. The erection he sported nudge her hips. She tried to reject the bad memories it brought. This was Lucas, her soulmate and he will never hurt her. Inexperience she maybe but she had seen a lot of films, so when her mind went back to him, she copied everything from a movie scene.

“The goddess came to me. It wasn’t just my imagination piecing things together. I’ve been with you since I found you in that building. There’s no way I could have known Lucas survived.” I couldn’t argue with her this time. We both knew that once mates had marked each other, they wouldn’t survive the other’s death. It had never happened in the history of our kind. The only way to survive was to leave each other unmarked. Lucas and I had marked each other in the haze. His surviving my death made no sense. I could feel the absence of the bond, it was as if it had never existed, even my mark had vanished. Things didn’t work for us the way they did in the story’s humans told. There were no second

“That’s right. I have never loved you. I saved you, coaxed you, and called you my wife… all because you’re strong and could keep me alive. In this cannibalistic apocalypse, emotions are the most useless thing. Only self-interest keeps us alive. Now that you remember everything, do whatever you want with me. Kill me if you like.” Even as I said that, my nails dug deep into my palms. I couldn’t accept it. Was this really the ending someone like me deserved? Weren’t the truly vile ones Callie and Dan? All I ever wanted… was to survive. Ruth stared at me intently. Just when I thought she was about to crush me like she had crushed countless zombies, she suddenly stepped forward. Then, she grabbed

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"Now go write your dark, possessive heroes. Make them hot and dangerous enough to earn that redemption arc." I laughed. "That's not how it works." "It's exactly how it works. Romance novel 101. A boy does bad things, the boy suffers, the boy grovels and the girl takes him back." She winked. "Easy." I watched her walk away, her bright hair bouncing, her laughter trailing behind her like confetti. The boy does bad things, suffers and grovels to the girl. Victor didn't strike me as the groveling type.

He looks like everything I’ve ever wanted, beautifully packaged in anxiety and leather. “I wasn’t sure how to do this,” he blurts out. I step closer, the grass soft under my boots. “Do what?” “This. The-the thing. The atmosphere. The ambiance. Setting the scene.” He gestures vaguely at the fireflies. “Is it too much? It feels like too much. I read that romance requires the right setting, but now I feel like I’m setting the stage for a ridiculous story where it starts raining and the protagonist loses a shoe.” I can’t help it. I smile. It starts in my chest, a warm, expanding thing, and spreads to my face. “It’s perfect. It’s weird seeing you care about ambiance, but it’s perfect.”

I was actually enjoying it. She said she was only focused on the romance genre, but she loved to explore different sub-genres of it. The one I was currently reading was a medieval fantasy romance, featuring vampires, faeries, witches and werewolves. From the way it was going, I could tell that more creatures would be introduced, and I could not wait to find out. She seemed to have a fascination with the supernatural. I have imagined her reactions so many times when she will find out that werewolves actually existed, and everything I have been telling her was true.