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Everyone was laughing at that point. “Hey,” Damon said sharply, narrowing his eyes at Matthew. Bob jumped in to save the younger man. “The size of Mount Everest. I swear. This thing was hung like a—well, like a horse. She took one look at him and screamed her tiny little head off. Can’t blame her. The thing is what, thirty hands high or some nonsense like that?” Damon nodded. “Thirty-two.” “That’s a big horse,” Alex said dryly as he went by to take his swing.

Jeremy Davis just finished a historic college career at Colorado, winning awards and winning back-to-back national championships in his Junior and Senior years. Jeremy was the most prized collegiate player heading into the NAFL, North American Football League; every team wanted him for various reasons due to his unselfish play, being a great teammate, making everyone feel included, his drive and focus, strong arm, great legs/footwork. He was the prototypical dual-threat NAFL Quarterback standing at 6'5" and weighing 220 lbs with black wavy hair that was kinda slicked back to his shoulders, sparkling angelic blue eyes, clean cut only because he couldn't figure out what kind of facial hair he

I couldn't breathe. Standing at the altar, I couldn't get enough air. The suit was too tight. The cologne is too strong. The sun is too bright. And Damien Cross was right there. Two feet away. Staring at me with those eyes. Blue. Ice blue. The kind of blue that could freeze you solid. He was taller than I'd expected. At least 6'2". Broad shoulders filling out a black suit that probably cost more than our house. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass. Dark hair perfectly styled. Every inch of him screamed power.

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

He liked her even more. Jamie groaned inwardly. Jess had already secured her position as Lucien's woman. He had no chance. Gritting his teeth, Jamie muttered, "Lucien is… Superman!" "Superman?!" Jess feigned wide-eyed shock, a mix of awe and disbelief. Lucien could hardly resist such an expression. He flexed, his body creaking like machinery, and suddenly, his already towering frame seemed to grow even larger. Two-point-two meters tall, massive and muscular like a bull!

Every step he took felt as though he was trampling on my chest. A nurse popped out of one of the wards, throwing a glare. “Decorum, please.” Fuck decorum. I continued walking towards Damien until Callum lifted me off my feet from behind. Son of a bitch! His hands wrapped tightly around my waist and no amount of trashing would make him stop. Callum was a beta, ridiculously stronger than I ever could be. He was about 6’2 and I was somewhere around 5’3, 5’4 on good days, so it was damn easy for him to haul me off like a bag of clothes.

Grey said, draping an arm across my shoulders. "You didn't tell us she was so short," one, a younger guy with light brown hair and crystal blue eyes, teased. He wasn't that tall, but much taller than me, standing at around 5'10. He was obviously popular with the ladies with his cocky smirk, and his careless, sloppy stance, "How tall are you? Like 5'2?" "I'm 5'0," I muttered before Grey could retaliate. "And badass. So watch your cocky ass, Damien," Grey replied back, just as arrogant, if not more, than the boy - Damien. Damien just rolled his eyes and threw a light punch to my shoulder, catching me by surprise.

Is it the man of my brothers. They both have this lean body. Them being a gym-goer is evident. Kuya Carl's body is leaner but Kuya Cali is a little taller. Kuya Carl is 6'2 while Kuya Cali is 6'3. "If you really won't say no in leaving this house, okay. But, please ... If you need help, you call us immediately. Don't waste time. If you need someone to talk to and Jessie isn't available, you call us ... "Kuya Carl said to me.

Axel says as he winks and starts to walk her way. I don't know what is going on with the smell, but it makes my wolf roll around in my head like a wolf that is scenting himself in something on the ground. As we are walking up I get a better view of her face. She is pretty, but just classically so, nothing that stands out. Her face is round and her dark eyes are smiling with the rest of her face as she jokes with the cadet she was evaluating. She stands upright from kneeling next to the cadet, and can't be more than 5 feet 4 inches tall. Short for a lycan for sure, when most woman hit at least 5 feet 10 inches. Her head only comes up to the lower part of my chest since I am 6 feet 3 inches, w

“Jesus, Rem. You’re as bad as Aunt Genevieve. I can’t take him anywhere, I swear.” A large shadow fell across the table. Sky looked up, expecting to see Kade, but Cam McKay hovered over her. The man was huge; he had to be at least six-foot-five. His shoulders were damn near as wide as the picnic table, yet not an ounce of fat clung to his enormous biceps and flat stomach. With his buzz haircut, camouflage pants and tight T-shirt, he epitomized the lean, mean, fighting machine depicted in the army ads on TV. “Pull up a chair, Cam,” Chet said.