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Jasper looks up lazily like he hasn’t noticed the murderous tension radiating off the werewolf heir. “Archer.” The two of them stare at each other. In this moment I understand exactly why supernatural wars probably happen so often. “Something you need?” Jasper asks smoothly. Archer’s green eyes flick briefly toward me before returning to him. “You’re in my seat.” I nearly choke. Jasper looks delighted. “No,” he says easily. “I’m fairly certain I’m sitting in it.” A muscle flexes in Archer’s jaw. He looks like he’s going to blow a fuse. Oh this is bad.

"That's right. It's me who took the test reports for the last couple of times. "Every time I've asked you to read it, you just ignored me." I sighed. "It doesn't matter if you read it or not, since we didn't want children anyway. But now..." William's face became pale, and he even tried to pounce and grab me. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" I shrugged my shoulders. "I never thought you would cheat on me. "The reports are in the last drawer of the wardrobe. Go to get them." I looked at William's eyes. He seemed to be disappointed.

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

“No, I do not. I just do not know who you are, and so I cannot, and I do not, trust you.” Archer nodded at her. “That is perfectly understandable. I have given you no reason to trust me, but I would like to believe that I have also given you no reason to distrust me. I mean you no harm, my lady. I only wish for my brother to heal, and I would do everything I need to do to make sure that it happens.” The lady glanced at him, not saying a single word. “I know that you do not trust me, but I see no harm in talking. We have a long trip ahead of us, and I imagine it would be less exacting in good company.”

Refocusing on the witches and Jeffrey, we saw they were about to start the ritual. "Are you ready to fight?" James asked. "Oh, hell yeah. I'm ready to kick Jeffrey's ass," I responded. James chuckled at my determination, and together, we burst open the door, startling the witches and Jeffrey. ******** AUTHOR NOTE I wanted to inform you that there will only be a few more chapters left in "Warlock Dragon Mate" before it comes to an end. Rest assured, the story of Levy and Archer will continue in a separate book. I truly appreciate your unwavering support and the love you've shown through your comments and votes. Your encouragement means the world to me. To stay updated on my future projects, p

Erriene pouted, folding the letter in his hands and hiding it somewhere in his robes. Alarick was distracted by the little patch of skin that showed over his hips for a while. He frowned trying to recall the conversation. “It depends on what you have to offer, and what is it that you seek,” he said at last, noticing the resignation in his voice and hating it. Erriene smiled and turned to the temple. “Follow me, Warlord. We will discuss this inside where it is warmer.” The words sent a shiver in his spine, but he quickly reminded himself who he was talking to, and focused on looking bored.

"Do you really need me to lay out a play-by-play of your war, Archie? You know someone was helping Noah. The timing was perfect. I've studied every report you had, your soldiers, your warriors, and everything, and you've doctored them all so you could investigate. If the person was alive you didn't want them to know that you were on to them." Archie goes quiet with no words. Adam and I are sitting there watching his back as he is still looking out the window. Five minutes go by, ten minutes go, and finally, by fifteen, he walks over to his desk. He unlocks a drawer, pulls out three thick files, and plops them on his desk. His head snaps, "you can take these with you to the guest house to loo

"There's my number. Text me, and we'll make plans." Before I can utter another word, the doctor comes in. "Officer Gray, looks like you're gonna need some stitches." The entire time my face is being sewn back together, my eyes and mind don't deviate from the petite brunette standing next to the doctor. If there's one thing I know for sure - Laurel Springs is about to get wild. END OF VOLUME SIX: DEVANTE Archer - Coming October 2022 About the Author Laramie Briscoe is the USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author of over 30 books.