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she said, her voice soft and full of tenderness. Dominic beamed. “We’ve always been.” Dominic leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a tender, yet passionate kiss. The world around them melted away as they became lost in each other, their love burning brighter than the moon in the night sky. For in that moment, they were one. Goddess and werewolf, bound together by love, by destiny, by the will of the Fates and the moon. ~~~~~~~~~~~ 8 YEARS LATER “Isa! Isadora!” Dominic called as he walked around the palace, looking for the little girl who wouldn’t sit her butt in one place.

She shook her head vehemently, I could see fear evident in her eyes but I cared less about her right now. "Good, I'll tell you. Allison has a very strong wolf which she most times underestimates. I noticed this the day she killed that alpha and Luna. I had wanted her to be my second in command but she always finds an excuse not to. Now, she found a mate and you didn't tell me? You wanted her to leave and be with that alpha. She's a rogue, you all are and this is where you belong. I need her back here. You're still alive because I await her reply." Gabriella fell on her knees as tears rolled out of her eyes.

Jenny took in a deep breath and looked into the eyes of the man standing opposite her. He gazed back into hers, and she felt her blood pulse in her veins. To their side stood the priestess officiating their wedding, and she raised her hand in blessing for the couple. “United by the will of the Moon Goddess, the both of you have come to declare your love for one another before her, as a confirmation that you respect her wish to unite your two hearts into one. Do you, Alpha Anthony, take Jennifer to be your Luna and mate from now until the end of time, or do you wish to stray on a different path from the will of the Moon Goddess. State your wish.”

The hallway was quiet, their footsteps the only sound as they made their way to the elevator. When the elevator doors closed, Gavin wasted no time. He pressed her against the wall, his lips crashing onto hers with a hunger that made her knees weak. She clung to him, her fingers tangling in his hair as the world outside the elevator ceased to exist. They barely made it to the hotel room. The second the door clicked shut, Gavin had her pinned against it, his hands exploring her as if he couldn’t get enough. Clothes were discarded in a blur, and when they finally reached the bed, Leila was lost in him—his touch, his scent, the way he whispered her name like it was the only thing that mattered.

She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

I sank into the worn velvet armchair tucked between the stacks, the one customers sometimes used to read a chapter before buying. I opened the book. The first story was about a librarian and a stranger who came in after hours. I laughed under my breath. Too on the nose. But I kept reading. The words were lush, explicit. The stranger’s hands on her thighs, the way he whispered commands against her ear, the slow build of tension until she begged. My pulse quickened. Heat pooled low in my belly. I glanced around—the shop was empty, windows dark, street noise muffled by snow. I was alone.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

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****** He was no longer hers, Larissa thought tearfully as she watched her husband being stripped by the cackling Witches. She had been blindfolded and dragged before being tossed in a hall full of witches. Silently, her tears fell. She was helpless, powerless, against them, and for the first time in her life, she wished she had been taking human blood. She had hated the fact that she had to take human life before she could eat, so she'd stuck to taking the life of animals instead. Now, look where it got her — tied and subdued like a lamb headed for slaughter. "Like what you see, girl?" Oanez appeared beside her, her wicked smile baring missing tooth.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—pouring three years of missing her into every touch. Pyhna’s pleasure built again, steady and powerful. She clenched around him, nails lightly scratching his back over his scars. “I love you, Fabian. So much.” “I love you too,” he growled, thrusting deeper. One hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She came again with a shuddering moan, pulling him over the edge with her. Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.