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he whispered teasingly before he claimed my mouth with his. "I better drink some gangsta juice, it's gonna be a long night." He responded with a sexy, groin shattering growl before he turned my brown leather gear into rags. "A long night indeed," he sent back. ************************************************************************************************ Please keep reading along as Saraid and Liam's story continues on with the next book in the series, The Succubus Bond. The next chapter is the beginning of the next book.

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**

One wrong move, one aggressive twitch from my enforcers, and this will turn into a bloodbath right inside our gates. Mara steps forward, entirely ignoring the machete pointed in our direction. "It's not a recruitment camp," Mara says smoothly. She reaches up, deliberately pulling her collar down to expose the jagged, brutal Cassian-scar on her neck. "It's a home." The she-wolf stares at the scar, her fierce expression faltering. "I know that look in your eyes," Mara continues, her voice dropping into a gritty, empathetic rasp. "You've been keeping them alive by sleeping with one eye open and fighting for every scrap of meat. You're exhausted. You're waiting for the trap to spring."

The Blackwood wolves were beautiful and terrifying, a storm wrapped in flesh. And she was walking into it unarmed. Mara appeared from the throng, her dark hair braided with wolf teeth, her smile sharp. “Bringing your little lamb to the slaughter, Alpha?” Kade’s growl vibrated through Lena’s bones. “Careful, Mara.” But Mara only tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to pick her bones clean when the shadows are done with her.” Before Lena could snap back, Kade’s hand tightened at her back, steering her away. His silence was louder than any threat.

Then, finally, he said, “There’s someone you should meet.” The contact’s name was Mara, a silver-haired fox shifter with a cybernetic arm and a laugh like shattered glass. She had once been a doctor, Luka explained, until she got too close to the wrong people. Now she treated wounded rogues and occasionally sold intel to the highest bidder. Mara lived deeper in the tunnels, in a room lit by bioluminescent mushrooms and vintage string lights. It looked like a garden grown from madness. “You’re the Hart girl,” she said when Riley stepped in. “You smell like secrets and trouble.”

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

Kurtland a chance to response before I rushed out towards the elevators. Before I knew it, I was at Marianna’s front door. I kept walking back and forth like a wolf, I ran my fingers through my hair, and finally I stopped in front of her door, suddenly I felt like something was wrong in the pit of my stomach. I got the courage to finally knock...

He was standing there looking at his master plan being implemented to perfection As the girl broke down in tears he smirked enjoying her pain On the other hand there stood the girl who he trained to perfection The girl who was able to deceive the king The girl who will bring both the king and his mate down He knew what the king was looking for He knew he searched for the girl with the mark And he also knew the mark Resurrection of the thunder wolf will have the thunder mark A book in the kings office says this And he has well read all the historical books to know about this fact. The king thought no one knew this but he was an exception The exception was none other than his worst enemy

Mj pushed Mara at arms length but didn't let go of her “what's wrong Mara?” Mara opened her bottle and took a long drink before handing it to Mj who did the same. The two girls slid to the floor at the same time leaning against the bed. “Tanner is my mate” Mara almost whispered, Mj took the bottle and gulped down more of the spicy brown liquid, “Why don't you sound happy?” Mj asked as she passed the bottle back to Mara “He’s the brother of an Alpha Moll,” Mara explained “he lives in a pack and he’s a damn hunter so it's not like I could convince him to leave with me-” Mara clapped a hand over her mouth as she passed the bottle back to Mj who laughed low in her throat before she took anothe

Monolith’s death—guard her, kill! Mara moved right, cropped black hair glinting under a hood, brown eyes fierce, dagger drawn, its blade gleaming, palm scar raw but steady. Her leather tunic was slashed, arm bandage tight, guilt over Milo fueling her rage, Jasper’s warmth her root, Sam’s trust her blade. The iron scent choked her, runes’ hum a taunt, the monolith a target. Ember, her wolf, growled, fiery, tail lashing. She’s pack, Mara. Blood binds—cut, guard!