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Love Raziel. His words were written in 14k gold on a piece of parchment. I laughed out loud at my realization because of course they were. This man was the most extra person I had ever met. I admired the way his handwriting looked like that of an angel. Perfect calligraphy lined the note, making me question if he was honestly even real. I gently set the note aside and opened the box, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful golden necklace. The pendant was a stunning crescent moon, adorned with intricate filigree and vines, mirroring the exact design of Raziel's mark.

He turned to Norval and gave him one last chance to back out, knowing well enough that Norval would never take the offer. “Before I finish this, I have one more question to ask you. How could you anticipate all of my attacks? Did you employ some sort of elixir that enabled you to read my thoughts?” He inquired. Norval was speechless, his hand twitching a little as he stared blankly. “Well, since I can't use it anymore, I might as well tell you,” he ultimately concluded." You see, I've read the full text of the Yulcites' Holy Book, which you all employ as a grimoire. I'm aware that the book is divided into six chapters, each of which is based on natural components. The first chapter deals wit

.5 GALLON OF THE COCKTAIL MIX IN HIS LUNGS , THEN THESE COWARDS CONTINIOUSLY CUT THE BACK OF HEELS TO WHERE HE WOULD COMPLETELY BLEED OUT INSTEAD OF HIS WOLF OR HIS BEAR HEALING HIM. THEY DISRESPECTED HIM EVEN MORE BY STAGGING A CAR ACCIDENT AS THE CAUSE OF DEATH AND THROWING HIM IN THE DUWAMISH RIVER IN RIGHT OUTSIDE OF SEATTLE WASHINGTON, HIS BODY WAS RECOVERED BY MEMBERS OF THE WHITE RIDGE PACK AND THE LOCAL DIVE AND MEDICAL AND FIRE PERSONAL. THE ALPHA DOMINQUEZ , HIS BETA MARLOW, THEIR PACK DOCTOR AND AS WELL AS BRYAN’S UNCLE AND THEIR MATES WERE EXTREMLY KIND AND HONORED TO RECOVER AND BRING MY LOVES BODY BACK HERE TO HIS FAMILY AND HIS PACK SO WE COULD GIVE HIM A PROPER BURIAL AND S

Aziel got up to follow me but quickly got surrounded by Selena and her bitch crew. When I looked back his expression was frosty as if he had encountered something unpleasant. Selena started flirting with him so I quickly turned away and headed to the next class where thankfully I would not meet Selena but unfortunately I would encounter Aziel. Even though all my encounters with Aziel had been quite pleasant, I just couldn’t get rid of the thought that he might just be like everyone else. That he might break my heart if he got the chance so I wanted to distance myself from him.

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Cassian's hand was between my thighs, and his thumb was pressed against the folds between my thighs. I gasped again and jerked my head up. He had a sinister smirk displayed on his face as he watched my flushed face. “It is so soft, isn't it?” Azrael asked, mockery obvious in his voice. My chest tightened, and I bit my lips. “And wet too,” Cassian added, and Azrael chuckled darkly while burying his face into my loose hair, sniffing the lavender scent that filled my hair. They explored my body like it was some object put up for display or for sale.

“Rowan pulls. You bark.” Kieran flinched like she’d slapped him. Then his gaze snapped to me, and for the first time he looked terrified in a way pride couldn’t fix. “Aria,” he said, voice rough. “Don’t fight it. It will—” “It will what?” I choked. “Drag me to my cage?” Selah tilted her head. “Not drag. Invite.” The silver threads warmed, humming like a living song. The chamber’s runes answered, brightening, and the air thickened with that metallic scent again—like blood and thunder.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

The floodlights had dimmed to half-power, casting long, jagged shadows that danced over us like they knew exactly what was coming next. Azrael leaned against a rusted crate, shirt still torn open, fake blood crusted dark across his pale skin. The cold didn’t touch him—he looked too alive, too hungry. His black eyes tracked me like always: slow, deliberate, like he was already undressing me in his mind, peeling away layers until I was bare and begging. Old habits. Dangerous ones that made my pulse throb low in my core.