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’ Vex sounded frustrated. “What do you know about, about mates?” I hesitated. “Specifically, having more than one?” His eyes widened in surprise. “Not much, it’s a pretty rare phenomenon. But I have read some about it. Hold on.” He shuffled to the living area and I could hear him rummaging through papers and books. “Ah ha! Here it is.” He came back and shoved a dusty book on the table towards me. I sneezed as the dust flew up. Wiping my hand over the cover I read. “Dyad’s from the Night Goddess.” I squished my face, “Dyad?”

I didn’t know that she had lovers in the werewolf clan, we, well,well, we are also here to protect her, so we are on the same boat. They kept watching her and kept discussing their clans, it was obvious that all the supernatural creatures were one. For a moment, everything seemed fine until the Lycan spoke, she is going to make a fine Luna. All the werewolves turned and looked at him, What do you mean by that, they asked. Lilian is our Lycan prince's chosen mate, so she will be our next Luna, he explained. What! One of the werewolves exclaimed, She is our alpha prince's chosen mate, another retorted. This led to a heated argument, which made the other group come to the other side.

But now, his silence was terrifying. Because the same word rang inside my head again, echoing through me like thunder. "Mate." No. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. I couldn't be mated to two of them. I felt my wolf shrink back, retreating deep inside me—trying to hide from the pain that was already coming. The rejection. It would come soon. "What a fucking joke." Alex's voice sliced through the silence. He let out a bitter laugh before hurling his glass across the hall. It shattered, silencing the music, the whispers, everything.

My gut, which has made better choices lately than my brain, nodded. Another page talked about marking and the ceremony and the way a pack grows stronger when an Alpha and Luna are mated. Luna. I read it out loud in my head and it sounded ridiculous and heavy at the same time. Another forum thread insisted humans could be mates, whispered about rare clean turnings, about the Moon choosing across species when principles align. The word Moon kept popping up like a proper noun you were supposed to capitalize or else. Some of it was mythology. Some of it was bullshit. Some of it sounded like it had been written by someone whose knuckles still ached when it snowed. I scrolled until the words blurr

Get your laptop and let's go! Matt was enthusiastic and looked forward to having sex after the p**n. It always got his wife extra turned on when they watched p**n together. As he lay back against the headboard of their bed, he was surprised to see Liz had searched for interracial p**n. She had been dead against it in the past, now she started a clip that looked like a threesome titled "White Wife Gets Pounded- MMF" "Interracial, huh? Are you turning over a new leaf?" Matt asked.

"Pardon my rudeness, Miss Woods, I'm afraid you already know the answers to your questions. You were captured by my men and you're in the outlander's camp. But what I've been dying to know since your not-so-elegant arrival is, why a mated pregnant woman was running away from her pack and mate." Darren's stormy grey eyes bore deep into my soul, my fingers fidgeted on my lap under the table as I sat there. I may not be a full werewolf but I knew it wasn't common to have a mated wolf abandon her mate with his child and no matter the crime committed in the Were community, a she-wolf was never to be sent on exile while with a child. "I don't want to talk about it Mr knight, and I hope you respect

“For years I have cursed him out in my head as being a man-whore while he was telling everyone else to avoid me because I was a slut, but it turns out he wasn’t one. Meanwhile, I am the one of the two of us who made out with two different males in 24-hour period. Do you… do you think that I really am a slut, Rose?” Rose sighs. “You are not a slut, Lily. You are a 20-year-old female who is confused. You have two really hot male wolves who are competing for our love. One of those wolves has taken care of you and proven himself time and time again, and the other one is your mate. If you were not confused and changing your mind every twenty minutes, I would be worried about you. Besides,

Every time I told him that, Justine simply listened to my words and never reacted to them. "Of course, you moron!" Marcos burst out laughing. "Nathalie's image was evidently written all over your face. You're in love with her. And it's a good thing. It's normal for a wolf to fall in love. Find their mates. We don't know, you and Nathalie might be destined to be mates by the letters." My heart and mind may have developed these unexplained feelings for Nathalie but I cannot risk the safety of the pack. But I don't want Nathalie to get hurt either.

She pondered what would happen if one of those filthy bitches gave birth to a litter of bastards for him? The Council would practically chew him alive. They were obsessed with preserving the bloodlines' purity. As a result, they had to approve and supervise every mating in the packs. That thought calmed her racing heart as she stood on the floor. Chris had told her to stay in this room, which was only a few feet away from their bedchamber. She couldn't defy him. She was compelled to cooperate by the mate bond's magic. She heard Chris growl a few minutes later.

And he hated that he wasn't getting it. Roman still looked unconvinced but pressed on. “I found signs of old injuries, some severe even though healed. And although his reaction earlier was due to trauma, there's something else.” Everett’s brow furrowed. “Stop circling, Roman. Spit it out.” “As you know,” Roman said slowly, “the boy is already mated.” Everett stiffened, the reminder making his gut churn. “What does that have to do with his condition?” Roman paced slightly, choosing his words carefully. “I believe your brother has a point. Whoever had done this had done it intentionally, and it only makes it worse that it had been our kind.”