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Fender She was a little girl playing a very dangerous game with me. But I could tell by her face that she was willing to take this as far as I wanted to take it. Which was all the way. If she was willing to give up the goods so easily then I wasn’t about to tell her no. I was a red-blooded man after all. And she was a very willing, very attractive young woman. And the pussy that had gripped my finger had been tight and wet. I wasn’t about to say no to that. Not tonight.

Femi cannot think that I like his girl, the tense relationship we already had between our parents is putting so much on our family that we cannot afford to be quarreling too. “Wacko?” I tilted my head at my best friend who rolled her eyes at me. “Of everything I said, trust your brain to pick that one out.” “So that’s the reason why you are trying you hand at matchmaking?” I asked as Tomi shrugged. “It seems to be enough reason for me.” Tomi said as I sighed. “You suck at it.” I tell her as she throws her chips at me. “Food fight?” I asked her. “NO, you child.” She admonished with a giggle. “Since I suck at it, why don’t you give it a try?”

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“Our ancestors preferred marking their mates during a full moon. We are stronger when the moon is full, and they seemed to believe their bond would be stronger. There used to be whole balls, around the lunar cycle, for people to meet their mates. A lot of old packhouses still have those ballrooms, but they are now used for regular pack parties.” She seemed to find this interesting because she looked up for the first time since coming to the library. “We still have parties for those who can’t find their mates, although there are some that use apps to find a match. The Moon Goddess usually helps push us in the right direction of our mate, at least, we believe. But people can get impatient. And

It was a four of hearts. Colt raised another cigarette. Not wanting to be out done, I mated him. Alec nodded and flipped another one. I got another nine. Colt put another one in and I added two instead of one. “Lady raised you, do you match or fold?” Alec said in his dealer voice. Colt studied me before adding another one. Alec flipped the last card over and it was a ten. Colt put two more cigarettes in and I matched him. “Alright, flip them over.” Alec said.

Elder Collins flipped through the binder before taking out a piece of paper and handing one to everyone on the couch. As soon as I grabbed it, I saw a black-and-white drawing of a wolf with a woman standing by its side with its hand on its back with the background resembling the skies. The title said True Soulmates, True Mates with some text underneath that I scanned over to to start reading about this whole corny soulmate talk.

"That's... unusual." "So I've been told." He studied me for a moment before disappearing into the shelves. When he returned, he carried three thick books. The oldest looked as though it might fall apart if opened too quickly. He handled it with remarkable care. "Rejected mate bonds are rare." "I know." "Successful rejections are even rarer." I looked up. "What do you mean?" He opened the fragile book. "Wolves speak of rejection as though it's simple." "It isn't?" "No."

My mind would keep thinking about the fact that what I was looking for was in the batch I skipped. I straightened myself and strained my fingers. “Bring them here.” He slid it closer to me, and I searched through it carefully. I picked up the first book and scanned it—still nothing… until I picked the second to the last one, and that was it. The title was Conquering The Duskwatch Pack. “What?!” I screamed, my eyes widening as I stared at the title intensely, hoping that it was just the desperation in my mind playing tricks on me. But when I looked at it again, it was really it.

The faint scent of something dark and expensive lingering in the air wood, spice, something almost smoky. Elias ran a finger along the spines, scanning titles. History. Economics. Philosophy. Control disguised as curiosity, he thought absently. He crouched to reach the lower shelf, pulling out one book, then another. When he straightened, his elbow brushed the desk. Something slid. He caught it automatically before it hit the floor. A matchbook. Black. Matte. Thick cardstock. Elias stared at it. His pulse kicked hard enough to make his ears ring.