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Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

What the fuck was he doing to me? It was like my body wasn’t even mine anymore, but an extension of Naja. If that was the case I was truly fucked. Shaking my head to clear the image away. I turned just in time to see Riley doing the exact thing. Hmm, that was odd. I knew I saw her make an instant love connection with Naja’s little brother. Was it a mate connection? I wasn’t sure. It would explain how Riley was so connected to the moon goddess. Things were becoming even more complicated than I realised. I was just about to be nosy and asked her to confirm my suspensions when I heard raised voices. Goddess alone knew why I took an offer like my life depended on it, not like it was my business.

I replied and Derek smiled brightly, his emerald eyes holding mine in their grasp. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and said, “I, Derek Walton, claim you, Isabel Montes as my mate,” His hands slid down my waist and grasped my butt. I gasped and he leaned forward to kiss me passionately, sliding his tongue in my mouth at once. He carried me and took slow steps towards the bed, our lips smacking all the way there. He dropped me on the bed and nibbled my neck, his broad chest coming in contact with my skin. My mate howled happily and I felt the need to get intimate with him.

I said to them, my voice husky. Steve leaned in and kissed my breast, sucking on the nipple. Josh did the same on the other side. Their mouths were hot, wet, sending jolts straight to my core. Noah picked up speed, his breaths ragged. I met his thrusts, grinding against him. The desk creaked under us, but I didn't care. All I felt was the building ecstasy. Thunder boomed loud, shaking the windows. It matched the intensity. I clawed at Noah's back, close again. "I'm gonna come," I panted.

A wet substance was suddenly applied to my wound before all hearing seized and, I blacked out again. I woke up to the sound of men talking and the clattering of plates. My stomach grumbled and, my mouth watered as my nose picked up the smell of cooked meat. It was as though I had not eaten for days, which was probably true. Slowly getting up and ignoring the slight pain in my chest, I walked to where the men had gathered and was happy to find out it was my men. Fitcher and the others sat, talking loudly around a bonfire with food being cooked on it. I looked around hoping to see Reika among them but she wasn’t.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Isla ran deeper into the chaos, putting distance between her and Alpha Kylen. She was fighting her way towards me blocking blows from the enemies, catching me off guard Elder Zeeb appeared out of nowhere and attacked me, a smile lined his face when he pulled out the weapon Isla had drawn for us. The Immortal scythe. “Get out of there.” She yelled into my mind, panic in her voice as Zeeb swung and I blocked his blow. “I can’t love, he needs to be stopped.” I replied.

Right at the power that was sleeping because I told it to. And I mouthed one word. “Shift!” It wasn’t a shout. It wasn’t a command. It was permission. Isla’s body went rigid in Lucian’s arms. Her eyes opened. They weren’t brown anymore. They were silver. Energy poured out of her. Not lightning. Not light. Something older. It hit the ground and the ground died. It hit the air and the air screamed. It hit Lucian and Elias and Jace and Caelan and it threw them.

he replied, his voice warm. “And why do you say that?” Aislen found herself smiling back at him. There was something entirely engaging about him, she thought, something that sucked a person into his warmth and made them want to confess to all manner of things. Not a werewolf, she tried to think logically. No, Leighton Richard wasn’t a werewolf, nor was he a vampire. But he was something… something supernatural. “Because, I am not,” he replied. “You are the Secret Keeper.”