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he says against my chest. "I missed you too," I reply as I become more aware of the wedding ring on my finger. "I'll forgive you this time Damon," Marcus starts. "Mason told me it seemed like a genuine mistake and he's ready to forgive you so I'll forget about it now. But you have to listen closely for safewords from now on." "I will," I say and Marcus lets me take my slave home. "How did you sleep?" I ask him as we get in my car.

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, but sometimes

“At the beginning of time, the Moongoddess blessed the wolves with their powers. From then on it was ordained that the first daughters shall be blessed with powers beyond even that.” The second part was something I heard for the first time. I scoffed at the fabrication. Elias paused to look at me before continuing. “This blessing passes over many, but not you. First daughter of the Silverstone’s. You are a direct descendant of the first wolves.” I frowned. How could he know I was a first daughter? My parents were long dead. I felt uncomfortable so I stood up and took my water. “I’m sorry but I’m leaving now.” Elias watched me without moving a finger.

he pleaded. She clenched her fists until her nails bit into her palms, wondering if her death had been nothing more than a sacrifice on Vulcan's altar of greed. The only thing holding her steady was her rage. “Tell me everything I need to know. I mean everything,” she demanded. Kieran's voice wavered as he swallowed hard. In the Elders’ quarters, there is an old library. Hidden. No one has ventured into it for years. There is an old book, The Book of Dark Shadows. You can find all the answers you seek.”

Chapter 11: The Enemy's Plan Kael's POV The night was still, yet I knew a storm was brewing. Not the kind that came with wind and rain, no this one was different. This was a storm of power shifting, borders being tested, and blood would spill. I stood in my study, staring at the map of territories stretched across my desk. My gaze lingered on the Silverfang Pack's lands, their borders marked clearly in dark ink. Lucian Blackwood ruled there, and for too long, he had acted as if he were untouchable.

"I wouldn't bother, Mia." My body stopped, my breath seizing in my throat. Rising from the shadows there was Dante himself. He was also rather tranquil, as though he had all the time in the world. "You've chosen," he replied, his voice like a razor, sharp and lethal. "You will now have to deal with the fallout though." Stopped, heart thumping in my chest, I turned to meet him. "I will not let you have him." Dante had a predatory, icy smirk. " It's too late for that." His gaze drifted to Max, asleep in my arms, and his lips curved into something between a smile and a sneer. You actually believe you could run away from me? What is about to happen?

He saw her face in the fire, her mask mocking him, her defiance cutting him deeper than any blade. When Marek’s messenger arrived, Serrano’s lips twisted into a cruel snarl. Finally, someone understood what kind of offering would buy his forgiveness. The city burned in different corners—Pier 9 collapsing under Elias’s flames, Marco seething over a false victory, Serrano snarling in his glass cage, Marek slipping closer to his throne with Ayla’s name in his pocket. The night belonged to shadows, to split plans and sharpened teeth. The question that burned hotter than the warehouses, sharper than the rifles cocked in the dark, was no longer if Marek would reach Serrano—

"Madeline inquired about our destination, her unease lingering from the events at the premiere. I responded, intending to address the secrets that burdened us. Initially, I had no intention of opening Dante's envelope, as his words held no significance to me. However, feeling obligated to fulfill the dying man's wish, I reluctantly opened it, thereby altering my world once again. The contents inside brought forth a mix of heartbreak and solace. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he had bequeathed his entire estate and fortune to me through his will. It was tainted money, often referred to as blood money. Moreover, I discovered that I was also the heir to the Massimo mafia family,

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!! Until then, Elizra

But my biggest regret of all was telling him the exact same day he lost Sienna. When she came looking for Lucian, desperate to talk to him only moments after he had fled, and told us what had happened… it completely dismantled any remaining stilts holding our lives up. I gently pull away from Dominic, feeling entirely uncomfortable in my own skin as my wolf, Alex, howled her torment deep within my soul. I’d known something was deeply wrong that night. I saw the dead look in my son’s eyes, those eyes that were just a little darker than my own. I’d seen the fractured crystals, the silent plea for help that was presented in the form of a frame dripping in blood.