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He probably got other people to curl up when he expelled his alpha aura, but even if I had not been claimed yet I was still be chosen. “I will be the Queen Luna,” his eyes suddenly grew dark, probably reflecting on the plans that had been laid out for me. “I am not a subordinate for you to control, but rather a partner. Maybe you might be interested in picking into a dictionary and figuring out the difference between the two. It's going to help you immensely after the mating ceremony,” I wasn't going to back down not now or ever. “I'll see you at our mating ceremony, until then Raphael…” It has been decades since the last royal mating ceremony, and days prior finish Park has been a buzz live

Their touch felt like a warm embrace, an affirmation that she was accepted and embraced as one of their own. Her mind swirled with emotions—awe, gratitude, and a touch of trepidation. She was about to take a leap of faith, to fully embrace her role as the bridge between two worlds. It was a daunting responsibility, but she knew she was not alone. She had the support of the werewolf community and the unwavering love of Adam. As the ritual reached its crescendo, a brilliant light bathed the chamber, illuminating every corner with its radiant glow. Emily felt a surge of energy surge through her, as if the very essence of the werewolf lineage was now intertwined with her own.

"But there are things you don't understand about me. Things that could put you in danger." Luna didn't care about the danger. All she knew was that she wanted to be with Jaxon, no matter what the cost. And so, they began a secret romance, meeting in abandoned warehouses and dark alleyways, always careful to avoid the prying eyes of the other werewolves in town. But as their love grew stronger, so did the danger that surrounded them. Luna began to suspect that Jaxon was hiding something from her, something that could destroy everything they had built together.

“You’re still my princess. The rightful ruler of the Moon Clan pack. Your title is not by your crown but by your heart and blood. And I am sorry I made you doubt me. I vowed to serve you all my life, and I will do just that. My loyalty lies with you, and I do not mind sacrificing my life for you or to prove it. You are my Luna. I have to serve you. There is no choice. “She replied, and I stared at her in silent awe. She and Serena were always the closest people to me. Because of me, Serena is stuck under Pereze’s disgusting claws. Eliza is all I have and as upset as I am, I am still grateful for her gift of her. “So, Dante knew we were mates all along, and he chose to act like he didn’t know

he said firmly, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. “Your Majesty—” “Do you think so little of yourself?” His voice was quiet but hard. “Do you think I wasn’t serious? That I only used you?” His arm tightened slightly. “You are the only woman I see myself spending my life with.” He turned my face toward his. “I meant every word. I intend to make you my wife.” He pressed a soft kiss between my brows. “Your Majesty, it’s not that,” I said, still trying to create some distance even as his hold remained steady. “I’m human. You’re a werewolf. This can’t work because of the laws between our kinds.”

The tub was barely big enough for two people, but neither of us cared about the lack of space anymore. I settled between her thighs, my legs sliding against hers under the water. Rose petals floated around us lazily while the steam softened everything around us. Yas shifted closer on her own. I pulled her gently into my lap until her chest rested against mine. “Hi,” she whispered. I smiled. “Hi yourself.” I kissed her, slowly at first. My tongue slid against hers, and she made that soft sound in the back of her throat that made my cock twitch under the water.

I leaned in, bridging the final gap, and pressed my lips against hers. It was a kiss of hunger and a clear declaration of war against the King’s neglect. Elara stiffened, her hands coming up to my shoulders to push me away. She didn't want to commit such a scandalous act, her mind likely screaming about the treason of it all. But I didn't relent. I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she let out a soft, broken moan and melted into me.

I liked it better when it wasn't in my face. "Then don't. Live peacefully." I was going to try and forget it. "Today we're visiting a Dom and Sub party. It's mainly for lesbians though. This time, don't get involved. Just watch." Fedora warned, staring at me seriously. "I mean it. You can drink a little and dance but DONT PARTICIPATE." Lol. Why was I here then? I didn't grace her with a reply. I guess she already knew my reply by my silence because she muttered,

I kicked them out mid-orgasm. I’ve been with brunettes too. Some of them were actresses. Everything about them had been fake. Including their orgasms. But Rhiannon? With her green eyes, and blonde hair. I’ve never met anyone like her. I think I’m fucked. And my foolish wolf was not helping. My wolf was playing a highlight reel. Replaying her moan, her kiss, her scream, her face when she cums on a repeat as though it was a goddamned movie.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.