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Beside her, Ada gasped sharply and Ryan whispered a horrified, “Shit.” From across the room, her eyes met Camille’s, and the corners of her eyes twitched when she saw the smile Camille was wearing. Then, Camille tilted her chin toward the stage. Against her better judgment, Mirena turned. The massive screen on the stage was bright with a photograph. Not just any photograph, but a nude image of her, displayed for everyone to see!

That cunt looked so sweet and fuckable I wanted to dive in and eat her until she came all over my face. “Uhm… Cass, I don’t think you should do this,” I told her, feeling anxious about it. What if the stupid idiot circulated her pics, what if he showed his friends? What if— “Come on, Mira, don’t be so rigid,” she said, laughing again. She placed one hand over her dripping cunt, covering it teasingly, and lifted one of her tits to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around her own nipple and sucked hard, eyes half-closed, tongue flicking over it. She looked so fucking slutty and ready to get fucked. I almost moaned out loud.

~Iris POV The sun had just begun to dip behind the western hills, casting long amber streaks through the tall windows of my private chambers. Mira sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the velvet sofa, a small smirk on her face as she held a video tape in her hands. I raised an eyebrow, curious and slightly wary. “You brought this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “I did,” Mira said, shrugging casually. “Thought you might want to see… how your little wolves are doing.”

With a weary sigh, she opened her laptop and logged into W******p Web to reply. In that single moment, a new door cracked open. Hastan’s program hooked into her laptop with silent precision. Now, her camera was his window. On his screen, her image bloomed into clarity. Meira—bathed in the soft glow of her bedroom lamp—was clad in a thin nightdress that hugged her curves with disarming innocence. Her body, once slim and fragile in youth, had ripened into a form that carried both grace and temptation. Every contour was sharp, devastating, impossible to ignore.

But then, I'm Luna, alpha Deluna Hansen of Crystal Promise pack, not an ordinary human and it won't take me a minute to waste his life! "Well," I begin and stop, a smirk playing on my lips as I stride to him, slowly, swaying my hips in the oversized gown. I'm going to teach him a bitter lesson that'll leave him shivering for days, with my words. I hate the fact that I'm being mated to a human, but killing my mate would only bring disarray to my reputation. I stop when I reach him and I lay my hands on his perfect, naked abs. Perfect? Even more than perfect, hot! "You don't know me, darling."I say, looking up and trying to intimidate him with my stare while I turn my fingers to claws. Just a

Her words ran in my ears as I walked into my room and dropped the shopping bag. I walked towards the mirror and ran my hand across my hair. I needed a bath. Stripping off the casual clothes that I had worn, I walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower as I let the water run through my hair and down to my back. It made me feel at ease and it cooled my nerves. A few minutes later, I stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around me at the same time Devon walked into my room. He paused at the door and I stood still, looking at him briefly and then down at my feet as if he had never seen my nudity before. I was suddenly shy.

Alpha Dante's Point of View As I entered the room, the sight of Aurelia standing there, naked and vulnerable, took my breath away. She was a vision of pure beauty, and I couldn't help but feel grateful that she was mine, my mate. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and her delicate curves were a testament to the perfection of the moon goddess's creation.

In the early morning light, Mira drove into her compound, parked and stepped out. Dressed in fitted gym wear that clung to her rounded belly, she opened the backseat and pulled out her gym bag. She paused, inhaled deeply, then walked inside. She headed straight to her room, dropped the bag on the bed and made her way into the bathroom. But the moment she stepped in, she froze. Her breath caught. Painted in bold, bloody strokes across the mirror were the chilling words: YOU ARE A MURDERER. YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED.

She'd gone without underwear for the occasion, something that Arthur seemed to appreciate. Shamira removed her hand and scooted back. "Kira, would you mind?" she asked pointing towards the top of her pants. Kira dutifully knelt and pulled them, pressing her face against Shamira's muscular ass. The vampire kicked her pants away. "I seem to be the only nude one here," she said. She grinned. "Is that how it's supposed to work? Kira, help Arthur with his --" She looked at his cock straining against his pants. "-- problem."

Draven and Myra follow Uria to the last room, which Myra, the slave, opens to a queen-size bed, clearly for two, just as she watches the elder head out. "You must change quickly," she bows. “Thank you for having us,” Myra says towards the elder, but the woman just stares at her for a few seconds that seemed eternal before she leaves Myra, who stares at her retreating frame as she closes the door. “Okay, I think we have a few minutes, and it seems—oh my God.” Myra screeched just as she turns the last second to see Draven's human and naked frame , just as they see the expanse of his muscles and tattoos across his chest and his length firm with no shame.