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The question was soft and Careful. I did not answer because the truth was, I didn't know. I don’t know what I would feel if she died. I didn't know what this connection was like an thread that pulled at my chest every waking moment. I only knew that she was mine and I would find her. "Your Majesty." A new voice entered the conversation. Lord Caine, one of my senior advisors stepped forward from the shadows. He was old nearly three centuries and had served my father before me. He was also the only wolf in the room who had the authority to challenge me.

how could this human know? "I have no idea what you're talking about," Rowan lied, her voice tight as she gestured toward a dark, windowless alcove at the far end of the hall. "There is your desk. Right in the corner where you belong." "Corner or center," Freya said, brushing past her shoulder, "we still breathe the same air in this pack house." The Bennett Alpha Dominion had recently seized massive territory lines from Country A, leaving mountains of ancient human treaties and legal contracts completely untranslated. Rowan dumped three feet of heavy parchment onto Freya's desk, demanding every line be translated into the pack dialect within forty-eight hours without a single break.

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Tasha wiggled her brows at her. “Yes, awesome news!” Irene couldn’t hold her excitement as she stamped her feet impatiently, “okay…” Elle smiled back at her friend, urging her to continue, “Capriana Publication is branching out,” She announced it with a wide smile, “The new branch will take up the ‘Romance’ genre,” She screamed with excitement, “And I’ll be the Editor in chief!” “That's great news! Congratulations!” Elle clapped her hands together thrilled by the news. “Finally, you achieved it! Congratulations!” Tasha jumped with joy.

Lionidis left he room to go check on the transportation of the captives in the vans and make sure all the staff were out of the saferoom and accounted for. *** Once Nova had her cup of tea and we were squished into the two-seater sofa, side by side, she was getting sidetracked and rather than discussing the books she was nuzzling into my neck and whispering suggestive comments. “Did the encounter with the books make you horny or something?” I whispered “I don’t know.” She said with a slow, dirty smile. Spreading over her luscious lips. “I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline or something but it’s like there is this extra energy under my skin and I want to expend it in a very specific way”

He always did, eventually, no matter how much noise he made about morals and loyalty first. My maid, Priya, was waiting by my dresser when I walked in, and she bowed the moment she saw me. “Any news?” I asked, settling into the chair in front of my vanity mirror, already reaching for the pins in my hair. “A few pictures came in today, my lady,” she said, pulling a folder from behind her back. “Nothing much, though. Alpha Lucien was mostly around the company building. Went in, came out, went back in.” I waved a hand. “Boring. What else?”

The towering bookshelves filled with leather-bound classics and modern philosophy offered a quiet sanctuary away from the heavy emotional gravity that seemed to follow Damien wherever he went. I sat at a heavy mahogany reading table, my laptop open, fingers dancing across the keys as I poured myself into my web novel writing. The characters on the page were moving through their own trials a deposed princess navigating a court of wolves, refusing to bend, slowly reclaiming the pieces of her stolen legacy. Writing it felt cathartic, a safe space to process my own anger, my own transformation, and the strange, magnetic pull of the life I had fallen into. "You spend entirely too much time hiding

I can't help but smirk at the way his face scrunches. The room goes silent, and Max's eyes flare like a lightbulb just went off in that handsome head of his. He taps his knuckles along the counter before pointing at me. "What if you were my plus one!? What if we go with what you told your mother?" He points at me, and I point at myself as if there's the possibility he's talking to someone else. "Plus one?" I ask. "Yeah, for my sister's wedding. My mother is making me find a decent girl for the occasion. What if it was you?" he clarifies.

I spoke up, hopefully a hot drink would warm me up a little. Jake and Porter came back with a large plastic box filled with ammo that they placed on the floor and a couple bags of pasta and some jars of herbs. “Macy is going to love me.” Porter smiled, drawing out his words in a sing song way that had us smiling as he showed us the herbs. “She's been after some of this for months but I kept forgetting to look.” “Who's Macy?” I asked not recognising the name. “Works in the kitchen. Big assets.” He smirked and winked and I could imagine. I chuckled and shook my head at him. Porter would be Porter. “Found some red wine as well I figured she could use that right?”