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I scrambled up and ran off leaving the two guys with each other. What was Xander doing here at this time? And he saw us, saw me sucking Hunter off like one of his stupid sluts. I hate him. Damn you, Hunter. Hunter knew he was here and still made me suck him off out in the open. What a psychotic jerk of an asshole.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

The warm water felt great, erasing the dust on my walk through the pack, relieving my aching muscles. After changing into a comfortable cream-colored dress, I stepped out of the bathroom feeling much lighter. When I entered the bedroom, I found Xander sitting near the window. His dark hair was damped from his own shower. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hand. "There you are." I smiled. "What are you reading?" He carried out the heavy hardcover book. "I found this in Father's old library." As I walked over, curiosity sprung to life in me. "It's about the history of Nightmare Pack."

Rage pierced through the careful armor I built around my emotions, seeing them together. As if I were nothing! Hunter suddenly stopped and stared toward our group entering, frowning as his green eyes landed on me. Hunter suddenly began to approach us, dragging Sandy with him. I avoided eye contact as I fought to keep my heartbeat down. “Well, well, well. The Scarred Rogue Alpha in the flesh,” Hunter chuckles softly with amusement. His mask was dark with little silver crescent moons. “Yes,” Jaxon dryly said. “And you are?” Jaxon knew exactly who Hunter was. But he also wanted to make a dig at Hunter’s expense.

she murmured, “and I already love you.” Authors Note: First off, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my lovely cousin for her dedication to rescuing possum babies. It's not a possum, but same situation. Thank you so much for joining Tasha and her mates on their journey to find true love. I hope to see you all join Osprey and his siblings on their own individual paths to find their mates and happiness. Osprey will be next and his story will incorporate Elena's. Theirs will be followed by Gerald's and Annie's. Then will come Pricsilla's. Last but not least Toya and Hannah will find their true loves. All of this is subject to change but for right now this is the plan. If you are interested

The cat dropped the letter at her side and took his place on her lap. "Go on and read it, dear." Dante said encouragingly. She hesitated for a moment longer before taking up the letter and opened it. "We can't do this..." Jax started to complain behind her when Dante hissed at him, baring his fangs slightly. When the Hunter fell silent, he retreated his fangs and nodded for her to continue. Her hands trembled as she unfolded it and inhaled a shakey breath the moment she recognized Janice's handwriting. My dearest Willow,

Chapter 114 Legendary *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader’s discretion is advised. Thank you. *** Leila saw blood. Hunter… Hunter is hurt. Worry began to rush into her veins – as fear started to succumb her heart. She was so worried about what might happen to Hunter. Especially when he tried getting up – the very moment he saw her. Leila bit her lower lip – as she felt the sting of her wound in her arm.

Henry whispered, his heart racing with anticipation. A moan escaped Xavier's lips as Henry's touch sent shivers down his spine. As he ripped Henry's shirt and pants off, Xavier whispered, "Let's make some new stories together." He threw the clothes, staring at the floor, and pushed Henry out of the hard groove of the cave floor, his eyes scanning Henry's naked skin hungrily. "I want to explore every inch of you," Xavier growled, his desire evident in his eyes.

For a brief second, I let myself forget why I was here. Then I took one step forward and I slipped, and then I collided with solid, unyielding muscle. I froze. A strong arm reached around my waist to steady me, and I froze. Slowly, painfully, my gaze lifted. Chase Hunter stood in front of me, shirtless, water trailing down his chest and clinging to his skin like it belonged there. His dark hair was damp, pushed back carelessly, droplets sliding from his jaw to his collarbone. His eyes met mine and his expression darkened instantly. The faint curve of his mouth disappeared, replaced by a look of pure revulsion, hatredl flaring in his frosty grey eyes like a sudden storm.

His eyes glow white as snowfall. Hunter (to himself): “Mountains remember. And I have not forgotten the scent of exiles.” He kneels beside a pawprint in ash. Hunter (smiling): “She walks among them. The half-blood Queen. And the bastard prince follows.” He releases a signal flare. Three more flares answer across the valley. Hunter (low growl): “Time to cleanse the peaks.” The Mountain Stirs A deep chamber beneath the village. Xavier follows a dream—his feet bare, pulled by a force older than thought. The stone is warm beneath him.