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Jace‘s eyes darkened, his playful amusement gone, replaced by a craving so obsédée you could almost taste it. “Caleb desires violence,” Jace said quietly, leaning in so far his chest pressed against Kaelen‘s arm, “and Kaelen desires a crown. But I desire you, Elara. I desire your mind I want to know what makes a creature like you burn. If my brothers are meant to be shackled by your soul then I have need for a leash as well.

I reached my mate in a second and clung to him with relief. Carl gulped with fright as he staggered backward. “Dr. Vasiliou! Your mate?” he mumbled as realization struck him. Xandrios pushed me behind him and grabbed hold of Carl’s neck with fury. I gasped, having never seen him in this light. “Yes, Cerelia is my fated mate. If you glance at her even, I’m going to inject Wolfsbane into your system to kill you. Have you got it?” he gritted out, tightening his hold on Carl’s neck.

"I will not give up a single share left to me by my father. And I certainly will not apologize to a coward who cheated on his fiancée while her brother was dying. If the Sterling family business is collapsing, it is because you built it on deceit and incompetence, not because of me." Lydia’s mother gasped loudly, pointing a trembling finger at Elara. "You ungrateful brat! How dare you speak to the Patriarch like that?!" "I speak the truth," Elara countered, looking directly at Victor. "Lydia didn't just stumble into Victor's bed last week. She has been sleeping with him in hotels across Velmora for over six months while I was managing the family script acquisitions. I have every receipt, eve

Checking it I found it was him and he had sent me a file. Opening the file I went through everything he had sent and I was stunned. There was no picture though. The program didn't use pictures to safeguard the identity of these werewolves and lycans as much as they could. Karica Wakins; mated to Xynathius Warvine with an off-the-chart Liastronse level. That girl was a lottery ticket. Thanks to our informant we also knew she possessed a red aura, my master would be extremely pleased with the finding.

“Not now.” He chuckled, low and cruel. “Ah, so he’s there with you. Perfect. Then maybe he can hear it directly. Save you the trouble of pretending.” My entire body felt like it was on fire. “Stop it,” I said sharply, panic clawing at my throat. “Don’t you dare.” Jaxon’s hand clenched into a fist, his eyes darkening with every word Cyrus spoke. Cyrus, sensing the tension, only pushed further. “Oh, Elara, don’t be shy. He deserves to know how close we’ve gotten. How much I know about you. About what you’re hiding. Should I start with your pregnancy?”

Sorelle giggles, wiping her wet cheeks with her paws. "Darling, your big alpha hands are far too dominant," my mouth purrs inside the carriage logs, my naked thighs rubbing together beneath my short silk skirt as I settle right into Vickon’s lap, my slick moisture already wetting his dark leather trousers before the driver can even spark the engine tracks. "Mr. Harrison Lancaster—I mean, Supreme Alpha Blackwynd!" Elira Stormveil’s loud voice suddenly barks through the open carriage window, interrupting my inner wolf's needy purring.

Rhys stood alone in his office for a long time afterward, the city lights spreading out below him in their ordinary evening patterns, and found himself circling, again and again, the same two facts that refused to sit quietly beside each other no matter how he arranged them. Dante Archer, possibly Ghost, possibly a liar on a scale Ravyn hadn't fully reckoned with. And Jayce — steady, careful, engaged Jayce, who'd spent the last several weeks circling Dante's orbit with an intensity Rhys hadn't questioned closely enough, apparently willing to risk an engagement, a family's expectations, an entire carefully built life, for a man who might already belong, however messily, to someone else.

Liar, the wolf teased, delighted and insolent. A low chuckle rolled through the room. Vaelrion had opened his eyes, or perhaps he had never truly closed them. He tightened his arm around her, drawing her against the furnace of his chest. His nose brushed the hollow of her neck, and she felt him drink her in—possessive, reverent, absolute. “You ache,” he said, voice rough with sleep and something older. Lyra huffed. “You think?” “You bit me back.” “That sounds like victim blaming.”

Opening the letter, I read aloud its content: “Greetings to the Lycan Alpha, I’m Eva Grey, Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. I’m writing in hopes to get an audience with the Lycan Alpha, in order to talk about a possible alliance between our packs. Yours sincerely, Eva Grey” “Beta Sean,” I called through the mind link, “find out everything you can about the Blue Moon pack, especially focusing on their alpha, Eva Grey.” “Right away, Alpha,” Sean responded promptly. After giving the letter one last look, I returned it to its place, my expression turning cold and impassive as I left the office. Walking just a few steps, my eyes flashed red, and my nails elongated. My heart pounded in my chest, and m

My chest ached, my heart shattering into a million pieces. “You’re lying,” I said again, my voice trembling. “This isn’t you. This isn’t the Alaric I know.” “The Alaric you know?” He stepped closer, his eyes dark and full of malice. “The Alaric you think you know doesn’t exist. This is me, Elowen. The real me. And you?” He gestured toward me with disdain. “You’re nothing. A weak, pathetic omega who doesn’t deserve to stand by my side.”