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~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Wolf Without a Name—Book 1 in the series. A paperback of this novel can be found on A****n with a beautiful cover you have to see. Book 2—Alpha Christian—will be coming soon to A****n, edited version. Want to read more books written by me? Visit my F******k page @ A.K.Knight or my I*******m account @athan941 to see my other werewolf/romance novels. Make sure to follow and like my social media accounts to be informed when Book 2 is available in both paperback and hardcopy.

“Yet here you are, soaking wet just from me holding your chin.” I gasped, mortified and unbearably turned on. “I am not…” He slid his free hand under the hem of my sweater without warning, fingers tracing up my inner thigh. When they brushed the drenched lace of my panties, a low, dark chuckle escaped him. “Liar.” A broken whimper left my throat as two thick fingers pressed against my clit through the fabric, rubbing in slow, teasing circles. My hips bucked involuntarily. “Mr Alexander… we can’t,” I moaned softly, but my legs parted wider.

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

I still do have three ongoing books on the platform please do read them also thanks. Yours faithfully KHADS

It sprang forth, hard and pulsing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Kira stroked the veiny length, marveling at its size and heat. She guided the swollen head to her entrance, rubbing it teasingly along her slit, coating it in her juices. Jax groaned, his hips jerking forward as he sought entrance, desperate to bury himself in her welcoming heat.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

He smelled like sweat, leather, and something like sin. When we finally came to a complete stop and I got off the motorcycle, I took off my helmet and looked around. I realized I was at Marion’s on the River, a pretty posh brunch spot in the city. I looked down at my jeans and boots, unsure if I was dressed for caviar and champagne brunches. As if he could read my mind, Kai took the helmet from me, fixing a flyaway strand of hair that was in my face. He trailed his finger along my temple. “You’re fine.”