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And if he chose to act the same way as her first lover, she would be broken again, hate him and ruin the memory. Or she would not like the person he truly was, and it would ruin the mystery he created. The piece of fabric would stop being so special, and the memory of him saving her would become disgusting to her. Or what if he was already fated to another female werewolf, or even having a Luna? She did not want another Luna to go through what Alpha Tony had done to her.

With every step, she embraced the extraordinary nature of her existence, fueled by the eternal flame of love that burned within her heart. And so, Isabella and Giovanni continued to traverse the intricate landscape of their shared destiny, their love story intertwining with the tapestry of their world. Together, they unraveled the mysteries of their extraordinary bond, leaving an indelible mark upon the werewolf kingdom and forever altering the course of their intertwined lives.

"Please stop hurting him. This kills you inside? It kills me too. That's what love is. Don't hurt Keltrix. Please." "I am not hurting anyone, Slave." Octnavin shook his head. "Keltrix is fighting the hold. If my sibling would stay still, Keltrix would be fine." "I do not know what Keltrix means when this word love comes up in his mind," Rhylent commented as he tugged Murry backward. "I think that means obsession or attraction. I have tried to study the word. There is no answer I can offer. It is nonsense." "I also do not understand it." JP nodded. "The best thing for Keltrix right now is to remove the human so our sibling can get better."

One was born with dark hair and his father’s eyes. The other, the second born, emerged wearing a tiny symbiont. The End About the Author Autumn Dawn Beaudreault writes futuristic, urban fantasy and paranormal romance. With nearly thirty books and seven series, she continues to thrill fans with her werewolves, dragons, elementals, gargoyles and trolls with a thing for Poe.

A voice dragged me back from the weird feeling, the Lycan asked the exact question that was on my mind. "Um… it's a drug that intensifies sexual desire. It seems that the medicine she took was so strong, I am afraid that pure people would turn into prostitutes." The doctor let out a startled scream and I tried to see what the Lycan was doing to him, but I had lost every sense to open my eyes. “Have you drink or eat something?” the Lycan asked me. As he mentioned, my sluggish brain thinks over and over,“Only a drink, that man give me in the hall.” I answered.

Like my own balls being sliced off. Also, I ain’t above admitting The Way of Ah-Tzenul was working on my head something fierce. The King in Yellow, Long Lost Friend, The Traveler’s Gate and some of Lovecraft’s books have worked on my head something fierce, too (though I can’t bear to throw them out, on account of how much I love books in general), but they wasn’t nothing compared to this. I ain’t ashamed to admit I haven’t exactly been in my right mind since I first opened that damn book . . .

She licked her lips nervously and asked, “ What exactly is going on?” “Why don’t you all take a seat this will be a long story,” he said. Reluctantly, they all sat down on the empty chairs provided for them while some women entered carrying trays of food. Ryan watched them eat while he started his storytelling, “ Long ago there was a strong Lycan warrior named –“ “ – how long ago was this?” Emily interrupted as she chewed. “ It was about a thousand years ago,” Ryan replied while the girl scoffed, “ Yeah right,” before chewing again.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE SUPPORT GUYS AND PLEASE DO CHECK OUT MY OTHER COMPLETED BOOKS, LUNA'S UNWANTED MATE AND THE LYCAN ACADEMY. LOVE YOUR HUMBLE AUTHOR DRAVA

####### Author's Note: I have some stories already written on the platform that you can check out; 1. Moonchild; The Rise of the Lycans. 2. All shades of Passion (erotica) kindly read and them to your library. Love you all.

Hopefully she didn’t speak anymore. “Long ago this world was filled with many more creatures than exist today. These creatures were bigger and stronger than any you’ve met. Lycans are the ancestors of werewolves and were needed in that time to balance the power. All species have creators and all creators want their children to thrive. As time passed many became extinct, either by war or climate changes. To appease the balance, Lycans have been gifted to humans less and less over the years.” “The goddess has purposely been limiting the amount of Lycans born?” I guess it made sense but of all the theories I heard of why less were born, that wasn’t even close to one of them.