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" “I couldn't believe how rude he was being. Clara laughed. - Do not worry, dear. His behavior is understandable given the circumstances. Remember, I told you a wolf is always overprotective of his mate. “I never said I was his mate. “If you say so, dear. I assume you found some kind of object. I held the book out to her. — A powerful werewolf touched him. I believe it was originally brought from you. We need to know how other wolves want Lycan pills and if there's any way to find this particular wolf. “No other wolves came in, besides you, the grumpy guy from the other day, and my regulars. "Can the book tell you anything about the wolf?"

I whisper to the large white orb. I take the bottle to my lips and drink the last few gulps down before I throw it to the ground. “Bronx, what are you doing?” I hear Saint say, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I look up at the sky and raise my voice, “I, Bronx Andreas Mason, reject the goddess Kas Latmus Mason as the fated mate bestowed upon me by Selene, Goddess of the Moon. I break the sacred bond between us and release her. We shall no longer be bound to each other in the eyes of the Mother of Werewolves.”

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

Love, Coco — S T A T U S — GENRE: Werewolf SUB-GENRE: Romance STARTED| 15th of June 2020 FINISHED| 4th of February 2021 — R A N K S — #1 on Lycan | 14/08/21 — C O M P L E T E D —

Curious to know if this all-consuming devotion they spoke of really could conquer this dude’s bloodlust, I polished off the next paragraph in record time as Declan beat his clawed fists—yes, I quote, clawed fists—against his chest, fighting an internal battle of wills before, finally—decision made—he dropped his arms, the hair on them giving way to human flesh and his fangs retracting as he focused on her and— The screen of my Kindle went blank. Battery dead. “What? No!” I screeched. No way had I gagged my way through all the heroine’s cheesiness just to be denied the hot, elemental werewolf sex that surely followed. The culmination of their everlasting love finally being unleashed into a ph

“Minthe deserved to die anyway! Good riddance.” I stare at my phone screen in the dark, blinking slowly while rain hits my apartment window hard enough to sound violent. Midnight passed an hour ago. My ramen cup sits cold on my bedside table. My blanket is twisted around my legs because I’ve been rage-reading this stupid fucking werewolf novel for six hours straight. The Crowned Omega. Worst addiction of my life and a hundred and twenty chapters of bullshit. Pierre Ashbourne is currently kneeling alone in the snow after watching the heroine run into another man’s arms, and the entire internet thinks this is peak romance.

“Since she clearly wasn’t warming up to you, it was decided she would marry outside of the pack.” “So she’s being forced to marry-” “She consented to marry him,” his mother hissed. His father put a hand on her arm to try and calm her. “... Who?” Archer whispered. “... King Kurnich,” his father said softly. Archer wanted to be sick. King Kurnich, king of the Lycan. The more wolf-like cousins of the werewolves. Known for their vicious tempers. Brutes. And Ariadne was going to marry their king?

I need to know more about them, about their lives, and what it's like to be a we're. “What are we watching?” I whisper to Jacob, hoping he can hear me. A smirk grows on his face, "no use in whispering, baby. We can all hear you easily. We're watching Elwi. It's about a woman who escapes prison to find her son." I nod as I pop some of the Sour Patch kids into my mouth, feeling my face twist at the sour flavors mixing on my tongue. An arm snakes around my shoulder, pulling me closer to Jacob. His arm is muscular. I feel so safe wrapped up in his body. You would think werewolves would be cold, but Jacob is damn warm.

"To my dearest Nathalie, I've heard from one of us that there is this new male handsome male wolf with you. Undeniably, my wolf felt jealous of this wolf. He's not Jasper for sure. But Jasper alone already made me feel jealous even if I still have no right to feel that way. I'm afraid that one day, you will forget me because of him because my wolf knows that Jasper likes you more than as friends. Then, I realized you and Jasper will forever be best friends. Because he was a human and you're a wolf. A human and wolf could never be together as mates. But when one of us brought me the news about this new handsome male wolf in your life, I don't know but my wolf suddenly felt worried. I'm not su

"What are you saying? Some Alphas will be excluded from the meeting." "Jamal, the hunters know our every movement, our hideouts, locations, they can enter into our territory without being sensed, the rate of mortality of our people are slowly going up each passing day. It's been confirmed from neighboring packs that they were being aided by witches- but the only way witches would ever even have the resources to help them in the first place is if they were provided by a werewolf." Silence ensued as I took his words into careful consideration. All these while, I've only been bothered with looking forward to the end of this call and focusing on Jennita-