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His eyes were the most striking part a piercing, unnatural silver that seemed to see right through my skin and into my soul. He didn't wear gloves, yet his hands were tucked into his pockets, as if he were restraining himself. "Elara Vance," he said. His voice was the same one from my vision the dark silk that promised both a bed and a grave. "Mr. Vane," I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. "I believe you’re here for a debt." Dante stepped into the light of the chandelier, and for a brief second, the shadows at his feet seemed to ripple like water, reaching toward me.

Just from foreplay alone isn’t enough to end our lovely and lustful night, Still heaving with ecstasy and orgasm, shakily, Elijah slips away, and stunningly stand in front of me, her Silver hair were a little bit disheveled but still in a bun, she grad the hair tie and let them fall. Looking at this mature High Elf before me, she was just simply stunning, her wide hips and juicy ass, thick thigh and tight abs, that perky J cup jugs and hardened nipple just made her a one sexy goddess.

But seeing the way she moves around him now, it’s clear they share a really strong bond. “My bladder’s about to burst. I need to take a leak,” Reed groans. “Do you want me to help you?” I offer. Elsie shakes her head. “No, I can take him,” she says, already on her feet. I stand awkwardly to the side, utterly surprised and helpless, as Elsie guides Reed into the wheelchair. I know there’s no way I could lift him on my own—he doesn’t exactly look light. But Elsie makes it seem effortless. That’s werewolf blood for you. Even she-wolves have strength that can surpass a strong human man.

"The Wolf Queen wants another child." Kael said it while unfastening my nightdress. "You bear easily. Carry one more for her." Ten months later, I gave birth to a silver-eyed daughter. The midwife cut the cord, wrapped her in black cloth steeped in scent-severing herb, and carried her from the room before I could look twice. She was the second. Everyone at court knew that Seraphine had destroyed her moon-vein saving Kael and could never bear an heir. Otherwise, no daughter of Silvercrest would have been welcomed into the Wolf Keep. To Kael, I was never a partner. I was the Moon-Bound woman chosen to give the Wolf Queen children and the royal line its blood. No one asked whether I consented w

It wasn't forced or attempted. They relaxed and began to move, taking me between them, "You can stay with us if you don't wanna go home." Elizabeth said. "Thanks," I nodded. We walked silently out of his villa. My smile remained for a few seconds. Now it felt like I couldn't smile ever. I felt Elizabeth's hand on my shoulder. "Elizabeth!" I warned her. "She's helping," Silver said. "She's draining her powers." I retorted, not liking it at all.

His gentle smile gradually disappeared and was taken over by a mysterious and oddly blank look as he stared at those silver irises. "Silver..." Hamish whispered, lowering his voice to a cold and hollow tone that made my spine tingle. He raised his hand, his fingers hovering a few inches above the baby's face and tightening his jaw until a muscle in his cheek jumped. "He has silver eyes, Valkyrie.”

He craned his neck and thinned his lips to hide a smile. I giggled. Elizabeth waved her hand. The bags moved inside without any help. "I love your magic," Silver smiled, "Me, too." They scurried over to the table and sat down, pulling out the chair around me, "Jasper is pulling my leg," Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ava, why don't you leave us alone?" Silver said, politely. But her voice wasn't friendly. "Why should I go? It's my house," She stared at us, not liking her tone.

Blake asked his first question. “No, Elsie is Elsie. No more, no less.” Elsie replied with her large green eyes looking at Blake. “Okay, do you also have powers we should know?” Blake asked. Elsie lowered her head and shook it. “No, to become Elsie, Elsie had to give the seven laws to brothers and sisters. Did I do wrong?” Elsie then looked up at Blake and her mothers with tears, worried she would be scolded for doing wrong.

He slumped to the ground, blood matting his fur. “JOEL!” Elora screamed. Silver fire surged through her veins, but this time it burned hotter, darker. Her palms glowed as she stepped toward the beast. Shadows curled around her ankles like chains trying to pull her back. “Enough,” she said, her voice steady now. “I’m not theirs. I’m not yours. I’M MINE.” With a scream, she unleashed a wave of power so bright it blinded even Kalen. The beast screeched, its smoky form unraveling under her assault.

And ready to intervene if those silver flames went out of control. The next morning was quiet, almost unnaturally so. Mist clung to the edges of the training grounds, curling around the trees like drifting smoke, and the valley below hummed faintly with the stirrings of the other packs preparing for the day. Eira moved across the grounds with practiced precision, stretching and running through warm-ups as though she were invisible to the world—but I could feel her, every flicker of energy beneath her skin. Veyla pulsed faintly, silver flames just visible to someone like me who had trained to sense the subtle movements of power in our family.