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The thought of me going into labor alone was apparently unacceptable to them. So, we’ve decided to turn this into something fun. Today, they’re stepping into the roles of my characters—Jackson, the ruthless mafia Don; Dolton, the unhinged serial killer; and Hunter, the possessive stalker. Demitri is Jackson, looking sharp and dangerous in his tailored suit. Lucas, as Dolton, wears tactical gear with a black army vest, exuding a menacing energy. And Blake, of course, is Hunter, dressed in dark, almost camouflaging clothes, as if he’s ready to disappear into the shadows at any moment. As I settle in, a young woman steps forward, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She looks between the book

and I tip-toed kissing him. He didn't stop me from kissing him but after, he said, "I really can't do this," Ryker hugged him from behind and said, "Yes, you can," before kissing his neck and he moaned. Drax closed his eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt and kiss his chest while Ryker unbuttoned his pants releasing his hardened cock, Ryker whispered, "Look at our beautiful mate," as I was naked in front of him. I knelt, took his cock in my mouth, and started to suck him off. Ryker was kissing him passionately, rubbing his fingers on his chest and Drax shivered before I heard him moan, "Fuck," his eyes were flickering between his Vampire and Lycan. Drax was fucking my mouth as Ryker was kissing hi

We stepped carefully, stepping over a tripwire whose silver thread glistened like a spider’s, runes flickered faintly and then with a whir echoing through the silence, a black drone hung over the clearing, its red eyes scanning, a Silver Veil weapon turning in its mechanical grip toward us. “Elara, down!” I roared, pushing her behind a pine, wolf in the fore, claws flashing forth, while my body was one huge shield between her and whatever harm approached her. The drone shot and silver darts splintered against the tree—one grazing my shoulder, pain blazing in, blood trickling hot—but I lunged, my knife slashing through its rotor, sparks flying, metal grinding. Two more drones appeared from th

"Hold them off!" Xander didn't shift, but he let the Alpha-Prime energy pool in his fists, hitting the drones with raw kinetic force. They weren't just stealing data; they were taking back the stolen dignity of their kind. As the drive turned green, the team vanished into the night, leaving the ATG Tower humming with the sound of a billion lost credits. While the Quads fought in the glass canyons of Chicago, Evangeline stood in a much older cathedral.

The chamber erupted into chaos. Sparks showered from ruptured conduits, casting flares of blue and red across the stone walls as metal clashed with willpower. The Aetheris drones moved with terrifying efficiency—each strike calculated, each motion a product of cold programming and flawless design. They weren’t built to hesitate. They weren’t built to lose. But neither was Damien. “Hold the left flank!” Damien shouted, ducking behind a fallen support column as plasma fire grazed the wall behind him. He turned, fired two clean shots, and dropped a drone mid-lunge. “Aurora—status?”

Xander said, voice low and unyielding, “and I carry you. You slow me down because you’re stubborn, I drag you anyway. But you don’t collapse without telling me.” Zade let out a breath that was almost a laugh. “Bossy.” Xander’s eyes darkened. “Alive.” The word landed heavier than it should have. Zade nodded once. “Alive.” A sharp whir cut through the air. Both of them froze. A drone dipped between the cliffs above, its searchlight flickering as it scanned the canyon floor. “Down,” Xander whispered. They pressed themselves into a shadowed crevice, barely wide enough for both of them. Xander’s body curved around Zade instinctively, shielding him, their chests nearly touching. Zade could feel Xa

"Come to find out, the pack I was from were witch-wolves—hybrids." He finished his slice of pizza and then crossed the room to get a few more pieces, but I already felt his absence. "So, The Skyefrost Pack was your pack?" I nodded, tilting my head to the side. "You knew they were hybrids?" "Yes, of course. If I didn't know about the other packs, I wouldn't be a good Alpha." Xander shrugged, taking another bite of his pizza. "What else did you find out?" I sighed, hating to have ruined our time together. But then again, he was being incredibly open-minded about this. "He was the one who killed River, Macy and Maria, and my Skyefrost Pack."

They weren't soldiers; they were drones, their minds completely subsumed by the Sovereign’s network. "They’re like me," I whispered, a wave of nausea hitting me. "They're all like me." "No," Nevan said, stepping in front of me as the drones began to circle us. "They’re empty. You’re full. Don't let them in, Ruby!" The drones attacked with a terrifying, synchronized speed. Nevan was a whirlwind of violence, his movements a masterclass in lethal defense. He fired with surgical precision, taking out the drones’ legs to disable them without killing—still trying to preserve some shred of the humanity they had lost.