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I know that perfectly well all on my own. “It probably doesn't matter what I say, but they’re all correct,” Arson says. “That’s a good man,” the old woman says. “Knows when the womenfolk are right.” She limps on past, following her dog as they continue down the sidewalk. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and lose myself and thought again. Is it really worth the risk? The guy owns a literal sex club. How can I trust that he will stay faithful, or that he'll even want to be with me when he's surrounded by incredibly beautiful women willing to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants?

I wouldn't want her doing something so foolish with my baby in her “Can someone at least tell me where she would be?“I asked, my voice breaking down while running my palms into my hair. “we'll find her zed, I promise.“ Erebus whispered, keeping me close while panting a soft gentle yet passionate kiss on my lips smd did the same to that of zed. I had seen the stunned look on the face of this man and other of his men; maybe they had expected their alpha to be gay but two men; I bet they didn't see that coming; however, they were wary to mask whatever thoughts that seemed to be running through their mind at the bloody moment.

Trust me. The first masked man lunged forward, a glint of steel catching the dim light. Rowan blocked the blow effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. His fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the concrete floor. Another attacker rushed in, only to be met with Rowan’s swift kick, knocking the weapon from his hand.

Axel POV Four AM. I sat in the dark, the air in the room thick with the stench of copper. I was still wearing the shirt. The blood had dried, turning stiff and brown against the white silk. Em’s voice was a ghost in my ear, over and over: Monster. Monster. Monster. She was right. I’d looked into the mirror and didn't see a man. I saw a grave-filler. My phone sat on the table like a bomb. Silent. Em wasn't answering. She’d left me in the ruins of our home, glass crunching under her feet as she walked away. I deserved the silence. I deserved the emptiness.

another added, glancing briefly at the others. The club had been clear about that. Each of them had booked anonymously. None of them knew who the others were. “No,” I said. “You don’t.” That seemed to settle something. The man by the wall moved first. Not fast. Just enough to shift the space between us. I stayed where I was. This was the point where everything moved forward or stopped completely. And I already knew which way it would go. I pressed confirm. And immediately wished I had waited one more minute.

If they tried to bury me in noise, I’d make the noise administrative and precise, a grinding that ruined reputations and bank accounts. It was ugly. Justice often is. But justice would be on my terms. Back inside, the children slept on. Muna had left a kettle on the hob—stewed tea cooling beside the photographs—and she’d arranged a note by the phone with the numbers I needed if an emergency cropped up. Liam’s office had called to confirm the men would start rotation at first light. Marco would be in the safe room tonight with his hard drives and an impatience like a predatory animal. The pieces were moving into place.

“She wants more.” The third man finally stopped in front of me, his broad frame blocking out the glow of the candles. He tilted his head, studying me like I was already claimed, already his. His gloved hand reached out, brushing my cheek, then sliding lower until he cupped my throat. Not choking—just holding. Testing. . . . “You’re trembling,” he said quietly. His voice was deep, dangerous, smoother than the others. “She trembles even while she begs,” the silver-masked man answered, his hand sliding lower to press against my stomach, holding me down while the first man worked me mercilessly.

Tomorrow was supposed to be my engagement party with my fiance, Jason Miller. To surprise him, I flew back a day earlier after spending three long years studying abroad in London. The moment my plane landed, I called him. But he just laughed and casually dropped a bombshell. He had lost a high-stakes poker game, and he had just wagered me off to his friend as a free maid for a month. Before I could even speak, my phone lit up with a notification. He had added me to his wealthy inner-circle group chat. The title was vicious. [Congrats to Marcus on his new ugly maid!] Jason dropped a photo of me, from before I left the country, into the chat. In the picture, my skin was broken out,

Xander said quietly as he squinted into the light by the desk. "Yeah, it's me," Sean said, nodding his head in agreement as Ben's memory was triggered. "You're a guard now?" Ben asked. "Yeah," Sean said. "I couldn't cut it as a warrior but you know how my dad is." Ben nodded in agreement. Sean's father was Brian and Brian was Ian's older brother. Ben knew that Ian was on his side, he had said as much to him earlier when they had been planning how not to destroy innocent lives in the war the Alpha seemed to think was necessary to kill all of the humans in the city. What Ben didn't know was whether or not Ian had survived the latest rounds of attacks and whether or not the Alpha had arrested h

“Now, I have to think really think deeply.” “About what?” “About letting Mason back into my life.” She muttered under her breath. “Oh, look what we have here,” a voice sneered. I turned to see a burly man with a twisted grin on his face, flanked by two others who looked equally menacing. My heart sank to my stomach. We had attracted the attention of the wrong crowd. These men didn’t seem friendly. My concern was momentarily overshadowed by the immediate threat in front of us. I heard others catcalling.