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The room felt too hot, my breathing uneven. The fan was turned on and fresh air was also coming in but it just wasn't enough to quench the heat my body was emitting. It felt like there was a fire within me, burning me from inside. I gritted my teeth in frustration, refusing to scream out. My clit ached with need and I unconsciously clamped my legs together, refusing to give into my need. Of all days for my heat to come, it just had to choose today. I knew it was only a matter of time before nature came to bite me in the ass.

“Too warm.” He steps inside. Closes the door with a soft click that sounds final in the silence. Moonlight spills through the window, painting silver along the broad planes of his shoulders. White tank stretched tight over his chest, faint sheen of sweat from the humid night clinging to his skin. He doesn’t turn on the light. Doesn’t need to. We both know why he’s here. “You should turn the fan up,” he says, nodding toward the ceiling like we’re still playing at normal conversation.

He smiles and nods, “What are you trying to do?” She explains while she shoves sandwich in her mouth. He smiles and nods, “Okay, so something to represent their love, and his history. Which was in the army?” She nods, “That’s why I was looking at the hearts with crossed swords. But that feels wrong somehow.” She rubs her temples, “I have to get this done soon, it needs to get here before we leave.” He nods and pulls the laptop closer to have a look. She closes her eyes for a moment. “Maybe something with a wolf or something, but maybe that’s too on the nose.” He taps her knee,

Our heat is returning, so you aren’t thinking clearly. ‘Why can’t there be one thing in my life that could be normal? Zane seems to think that Dante’s uncle will attack when the moon is at its highest and fullest in the sky. I think he’s right, Larissa.’ ‘Possibly, and that’ll be when our heat hits its peak as well. You must rest. Lay back down with all of our fine ass warriors down there.’ With that being said, I drape myself over Dante, and Xillon and Jarek hug us from the sides.

The intense heat of the generator core singes my clothes as Leah drags me closer to the hissing, unstable magical engine. Waves of blistering, superheated air wash over us with punishing force, instantly baking the moisture from my skin and turning the space around the primary thermal core into a raging inferno of synthetic doom.

The cold was seeping into my bones, a deep, bone-deep chill that made my teeth chatter so hard I couldn't even speak. "You're freezing," Ronan mumbled, pulling me into his lap, pressing his bare, tattooed chest against my spine. His arms wrapped around my ribcage like iron bands. "Stop shivering, Lilith. You're making me cold." "I'm sorry I don't have magical wolf fur," I gasped, my whole body shaking violently as the burning heat of his skin shocked my system. Every nerve ending screamed at once, caught between frostbite and fever. Vane let out a low, arrogant chuckle in the dark, his rough hands sliding up my bare thighs, the friction creating a desperate kind of heat. "You don't need fur.

A hint of a smile played on the corner of his lips. The next two days were peaceful and without any encounter with Edge. it came as a surprise because all of a sudden I had grown accustomed to seeing Edge everywhere. The heat season was on high. Those with mates were barely coming to classes. Those who were mateless were fucking like damn bunnies everywhere with anyone. I, on the other hand, was surviving with my head down and my fingers in myself. The heat was overwhelming, but I had no desire to give myself to just anyone in the moment when I was most vulnerable. Heat season was the time when everyone lost their minds to their desire and basically used it as an excuse to fulfill all of the

“Why are you not wearing clothes?” “It’s hot.” She could feel his voice getting intense in her direction. “It’s cold weather outside; how can you feel...” she felt his chest greasing her back and his length poking her lower waist. “I said, I am feeling hot. And you should know that when a Lycan feels hot, it means he needs to release himself.” On that note, he pushed a bit more, and she had to clutch the drawer to hold her stability. He picked up a boxer and a T-shirt. She closed her eyes; his presence was affecting him every moment he was in his room.

Enya moans, still struggling with my shirt. I raise an eyebrow. "If it's so hot, why are you trying to undress me? How does that make any se..." Before I can finish the question, I stop myself as the realization hits me. No, that couldn't be fucking possible- she's a human. God damn it, not that. Anything but that. I grab Enya by the shoulders and quickly roll around to force her onto her back. Her eyes seem cloudy as if she's not in control of herself. I hold my breath and press my lips to her forehead. No wonder her scent appears to be getting stronger, and she's so touchy. "You're going into heat. You're a human; how the fuck can you go into goddamn heat?" I hiss.

I was never Miracle, I was just a curse who was born due to someone’s undying hate and wish to get back at me. A lump forms in my throat, my eyes tearing up. I hate this Heat Season with all my heart because it heightens all emotions. I don’t want this to impact me too much anymore. Suddenly, I feel the urge to have Cain close again. Another episode of heat season. Closing my eyes, I hang my head low. The scent of arousal is high in the air. I am sure they can smell it, but I am glad they are not saying anything. It’s not in my control.