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She said as if they were acquaintances. Gerardo, Or preferably Mr Williams was quite a contrast to Louisa’s bubbly attitude. Mr Williams had dark caramel skin, his skin was shining like it was illuminated by the sun. His choice of outfit wasn't as creative as Louisa’s, It was rather a subtle choice that matched Grace's outfit a lot. Like Louisa and Grace, He had a white button-up shirt dress tucked neatly in his suede pants, His choice of shoes were simple as well he wore a brown leather shoe and black socks to match. Mr Williams had a lighter shade of brown eyes, quite lighter than Louisa's, His lips were Matt dark quite similar to his skin colour . He however had white shiny teeth that sto

"So you're saying you don't care who you're with? Doesn't matter if it's a guy or a girl?" Hawk pressed. Lilly shrugged. "If there's a connection, it doesn't matter to me. Gender isn't what makes me feel attracted to someone. Body parts can be fun, sensual, but for me it ends there. The person's genitalia doesn't make me attracted to them. It's the person, their energy, their mind. If I feel it, if I feel them. That's what I need. I don't base it on anything else."

Kael wore ceremonial black, his chest bare, tattoos pulsing with heat. The Elders sat in a half-circle, silent and watchful. “Do you, Kael Stormborn, claim Luna of House Elara, not just as mate, but as Alpha equal—body, soul, and blood?” “I do,” Kael said, voice echoing like thunder. “And do you, Luna Elara, accept Kael not just as mate, but as your Alpha, your flame, and your final tether?” “I do,” Luna replied, her voice sure, unwavering.

“He keeps me flush with the good shit and I’m always happy to share. Plus, I’ve never believed that it’s good for a man to drink, or smoke, alone. Isn’t that right, Warthog?” Through the haze of smoke, I could barely make out the rather furry man seated at the end of a large leather sofa. Warthog, who I thought looked a bit like Cheech, or was it Chong, simply smiled through his bushy black and grey beard. Causing his eyes to disappear behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “We’re not sitting, because we’re not staying,” Minus said, clearly pissed. “Actually, she can sit all she wants.” He motioned to me. “What the fuck do I care, but I’m outta here,” he said, turning to leave.