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Mavis immediately replied as she finally turned towards him. Grayson could not help but chuckle, amused at how red her face was. He leaned on his hand as he watched her remove her robe in front of him. The kiss marks he left on her were still apparent, but it did not look as worse as the other day. Subtly, he clenched his fist upon settling his gaze on her flat stomach.

"Your c**k isn't the size of a straw. I'm going to suffer whether you want me to or not. You're a beast of a man and I'm a tiny human. I think by now my vagina knows we'll never be the same. Grayson's darkened irises meet mine and I pull in a sharp breath. In one swift move, he grabs me by the hips, dragging me towards him and I wrap my feet around his wide waist to accommodate our proximity. He turns, placing me against our bed, hovering over me, before placing a kiss on his mark against my neck. A scorching heat suddenly spreads from his kiss extending to every crevice of my body and I shudder beneath him, as his hands pull at the clothing that covers me. His mouth moves lower, hands massa

"And why, pray tell, would I do that?" Marcus circled slowly, like a snake waiting for the right moment to strike. "Look at you. You've become an embarrassment to the crown. You beat your ex-fiancé—" "That's a lie!" Grayson wheeled on him. "I never touched her." Marcus shook his head slowly, the smile donning his lips reminding him of the embodiment of the devil himself. "That's not what she said." "Okay. I'm done—" "You have to admit that I'm better for Estrea than you."

she said. “Leave,” he said and chuckled. “Do you really want too?” Greyson trailed his fingers up Indianna’s arm and smirked, noticing how she tensed and sucked in a short breath through her teeth. “Or do you want to stay?” He whispered, his lips grazing her ear. He trailed kisses down Indianna’s neck and gently sucked on her mark. “Greyson,” she gasped, gripping onto his bicep as pleasure flooded her. “Yes?” He grinned and pulled Indianna flush against him. His hands wandered lower and he smirked when Indianna’s eyes narrowed.

I kiss his lips, and he deepens it. He pulls away and touches my mark. " Finally. Do you know how many times I've dreamt of this moment?" I shake my head. His excitement is something to behold. Nicholas' pov Fuck that was amazing. I've never been so elated before in my life. Apphia is mine. She owns me—my heart and soul. I'm gazing at her, smiling like an idiot. Sex has never been this good. Was it even possible to come as hard as I did? My mark lies perfectly on her slender, pretty neck. We are lying beside each other, our eyes locked, and my hand is on her hand, caressing her flawless, soft skin.

Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead. So the signs had been there all along. An Alpha having his mate bond severed was a major event for any pack. Overnight, Marcus was pushed straight into the center of public scrutiny. Even his mother called him, insisting that both families sit down together to discuss the fallout from the broken bond. The atmosphere at home was stifling. Marcus's parents were visibly unhappy. My own parents were no better, hurling curses my way. They called me shameless, saying I was dead weight.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

Every cell in my body stretched toward him, aching for a proximity I couldn't rationally explain. My rational side tried to remind me that we were supposed to be family. Our parents were married. It was a taboo, a scandalous boundary we shouldn't even think of crossing. But looking up at his dark, intense gaze, the forbidden weight of it didn't feel like a barrier; It felt like fuel. "Viktor," I breathed, my hands automatically rising to rest against his chest. "We shouldn't... if Matthew or Vladimir walk up those stairs..." “They won’t," Viktor growled, his gaze dropping to my lips. "And I don't care if they walk in on us."

"I believe you started this whole thing actually. I was only defending myself." I scoffed at him. His tone was so sweet and innocent sounding, but I saw right through his act. Let's see if he can really defend himself I thought. I elbowed him with all my might right in his ribs, but he didn't even flinch. It was like hitting a boulder. Except this boulder was really, really hot. "You're so feisty. I love it." His hot breath tickled my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut. My neck was so sensitive, yet here he was making me all hot and bothered. I hated him! Greyson took a deep breath and inhaled.

“I called everyone here for a reason. Greyson is the second Gamma. Cassie is his mate, and the new gamma female along with Lynn.” My dad nodded as I turned to face Cass. I looked down at her neck and I saw the beginnings of her mating mark on her neck. I squealed and grabbed her arms, jumping. “When?” “When you were dying in a bed.” Cass smacked me. “Never do that to me again.” “I promise.” I hugged her and patted Greyson on his shoulder. “Good job.” He smiled and grabbed Cass around the waist. “I know.” His smile was wide.