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If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.

The first man smirked looking at the man who had his head hovering over the girl they found. " Right " Roel smirked, his hands tracing the soft cheeks of the woman beneath him. Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Rejecting Alpha Lucious(Sequel of Alpha Lucious) His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

Sighed, as my tired bones melted into the cushioned seat and opened the book with plans to get lost inside its pages. A naughty story about men who shifted into dragons and fought a demented warlock alongside their mates. It had it all: sex, action, and the all-consuming devotion of these men toward their women. I was halfway through the first book in the series when I heard his footsteps padding against the hardwood floors. Felt his dominating presence when he paused at the door and let out a muffled curse when he found the lock engaged. It took everything in me not to laugh and give myself away.

Chapter 2: Awakening in the Den My eyes fluttered open to a world that felt wrong, like I'd stumbled into a dream I couldn't wake from. The air was thick and earthy, smelling of damp stone and smoke from flickering torches. I was lying on a rough bed of furs, my body aching from the chase through the woods. Every muscle screamed, but it was the heat inside me that scared me most—a slow burn starting low in my belly, spreading like wildfire. What the hell had happened? One minute I was hiking alone, trying to outrun my shitty city job and the emptiness it left, the next I was running from... wolves? No, not wolves. Men who turned into wolves. And that guy—Thorne—he'd saved me, but his eyes, t

I dodged it and tried to counter his attack by squeezing my way through, but his large burly frame made it difficult, and in seconds, I sighed as he had me pinned again, but this time, to the door. I pounded hard on his chest, but he barely even budged, a hint of amusement and indignation flickering in his eyes. “No one has ever hit me and left with their head still attached to their shoulders. You’re lucky you’re my woman, but you have to understand that I’m an Alpha, and you will submit me to me whether you like it or not.” I was repelled by his disgusting words. Wasn’t this asshole married? “I’m not your woman,” I growled. “I will not submit to you, never!”

His chest rose and fell with a deep, rhythmic breath, his abs tightening under my gaze. Michael's movements were sharp and decisive as he yanked his shirt from his body. He was broader than Divine, his muscles a testament to years of brutal training, each one carved and honed to perfection. Standing there, shirtless and utterly dominant, they were a study in contrast but a united front in their desire. Michael reached for his belt, the metal buckle clinking sharply against the silence, his gaze locked on me. "Let's go to the bedroom," he rumbled, his voice dropping to a gravelly growl that resonated deep in my core. "I'm going to fuck the hell out of you."

I look at Alexander and he looks just as puzzled as me “What do you mean the one to rule them all?” “This is a book from my parents stash, it talks about a powerful female that is a triplet and in generations to come they will rule over the werewolf community” “Are you seriously telling me that a girl is going to lead all of werewolf kind?” Alexander was laughing at the thought. “And what is that supposed to mean?” Kayla slams the book shut sending another cloud of dust into the air, her eyes were black and she was staring at Alexander annoyed with his question. My brother had little respect for women being in charge, yet he better get used to it.