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I shut the door, locked it, pressed my back against it as sobs tore through me. How did I get here? How did I become this woman...torn, guilty, burning with a sin I couldn’t undo? I sank onto the bed, clutching the sheets Marcus and I had once shared in tenderness, though lately they’d been nothing but cold. I wanted to scream until my voice broke. I wanted to rewind time to before Luke’s lips had touched mine. But even as I pressed my hand over my mouth, I could still taste him. And that was the knife twisted deep inside me.

Sandra and I went back as fast as possible to the reception. I was sweating as my life was under threat. Moreover, as I continued my work I became distracted. Endrick was busy with another girl and he wanted me to sign a marriage contract for what sake.Is it because I am not very okay with some kind of decision that I make so this made me very vulnerable? My emotions were being played with by Endrick.

Hell, all I could think right now was the way his skin had felt and the way his mouth had tasted. I was hungry. Starving for Tohr, for my mate. -Mara-. My name echoed through my head almost painfully. And it certainly wasn't Tohr's voice that did it. I jerked my head up from the book that Nerrian had been translating to help me learn their history and their language. -Sorry! - I responded back, burying my thoughts deep.

The dust in the air clearing and holey shit. The once calm atmosphere was now catastrophic our guests a mix of panic and lifeless body parts. A once extravagant dining table blown into millions of pieces, Blood, screams, fear. My eyes landing on a lifeless body pinned to the floor by a large splinter of wood through the mans chest, that man was Lorenzo. I see Death. This can’t be, this cannot be. Maria’s pov- I felt pain in my head, my skin was stinging. I looked down at myself, my arms and hands covered in miniature slices. My fingers instinctively going to my face, gliding over the stinging skin. I don’t understand, what was happening.

Why the lecturer had insisted she hand over her fifty pages of research in person when she could have sent it via email, the mafia princess had no idea. She was surprised to see Sinclair and Louise waiting for her as she stepped out of her car, raising her brow in a question, she waited for one of them to speak. "What? We miss you." It was Louise who answered first. "The lockdown was shitty. I was sent home to our estate. I just got back this morning." She hooked her arm on Dinara's elbow. Sinclair giggled, hugging her side. "Well, I was a good girl so I remained at the townhouse with my little prince but I was not allowed to get out without tails following me."

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

Maria has been passed down around like a favorite doll to different men to play with until the other is bored. I need to get out. I have to leave this place. I have to think of a plan that can risk everything. Before, my son was born in a place isolated from the world. Before Devin takes my child away. I need to convince Maria what kind of man Devin is. I hope my voice can reach her. She has been used as a sex slave, a toy. I must convince her Devin is not some holy man who rescued her. He may seem nice to her despite the bruises he gave her, but if she were to stay longer and learn the truth about her son. He will kill her.

A L Y S S A The guards at the entrance take a curious look at me before they finally open the doors, allowing me passage. Inside, the space steals my breath, marble floors gleaming beneath towering ceilings, a sweeping staircase rising upward, light spilling from a chandelier so large it looks like it probably cost more than my entire livelihood. Then a woman appears, beautiful in her simple yet elegant grey dress, smiling back at me with politeness. "Miss Hart, welcome. Right this way." She says, and that's when she begins guiding me through a series of quiet hallways and into a sitting room filled with firelight and black velvet.

Blair clasps her hands together loudly, spinning around and pushing the nearing sofa out of reach and leaving an open space around the rug, “-I did find out some stuff regarding that book you guys sent me pictures of, you know that Pack Memoir? But it doesn’t really make sense right now. Once we’re done with getting your memories back, we’ll dive into it and see if we can connect some dots. Does that sound good?” “Mhm,” I nod, feeling reluctantly eager to get this over and done with already. Following Marie’s instructions, Ash and I sit down on the wooden floor, leaving plenty of space between us. Marie reaches into her black canvas backpack, retrieving the matching pair of completed mason j

Our destiny is peace, but it takes death to get there. *****This is the 4th and final book in the series and all update information is available in our group on F B GoodNovel - Marie Night- Readers https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000211002/Werewolf/Alpha-Heirs?shareuser=22318084&ch=apps