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I sat at my desk, staring at the spreadsheet on my screen, trying to focus, but the numbers blurred together. The office hummed with keyboards, phones, and low chatter, but one conversation kept slicing through my concentration. “Did you hear?” Sarah from accounting whispered. “Mr. Ryan is getting engaged.” My fingers froze above the keyboard. “No way! To whom?” Jennifer from HR asked. “Some woman from his social circle,” Sarah replied. “Old family friends.” “She’s so lucky,” Jennifer breathed. “Imagine having someone like Mr. Ryan—all to yourself.”

It was an addiction. In the space of one week, I have finished fifteen books. Each book is as large as Oxford dictionaries. I never knew I could read so fast, I truly have been starved of the fictional world. I started to fear that I may risk emptying the royal pantry. The more I read, the hungrier I got. Perhaps I had the pregnancy for that. Or maybe both. Who knows? Louis looked at me like I was some kind of strange creature, “have you even had a bath within the past week?”

she said brightly, thrusting the books into my arms without so much as a warning. I staggered slightly under the weight, blinking at her. “What are these?” Jessica beamed, looking far too pleased with herself. “Books on pregnancy, of course! I want you to finish reading them all. There’s so much to learn about what’s best for the baby!” I stared at the stack, the titles screaming words like ‘prenatal nutrition’, ‘what to expect when you're expecting’, and ‘perfect parenting from day one’. Inwardly, I cried.

What if my mate doesn’t find me attractive? I whiffle the thought from my head and step into the shower. Letting the hot water run over me relaxes my tense muscles. As I wash myself, I wonder what my mate will be like. I imagine a strong-willed woman who isn’t scared to be herself. She’ll be the most beautiful wolf. She’ll be mine. The thought causes me to harden, and I stroke myself, thinking of her, imagining how amazing her touch will feel. She’ll make me feel less alone. I release at that thought. I just want someone to love. I finish my shower. My member is still hard, and I know it will take a while for it to relax. It craves something that I can’t give it, my mate's touch.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

They were overjoyed at the news and eagerly awaited the arrival of their little one. But as the pregnancy progressed, they discovered something unusual. Celess was carrying a half-vampire, half-human child. It was a rare occurrence, but not unheard of in their world. As they prepared for the birth of their child, Celess and Steve knew that they had a lot to learn about raising a half-vampire child. They sought out advice and guidance from their trusted allies, determined to provide their child with a safe and loving environment. And when their little one finally arrived, they were filled with love and awe. The baby was beautiful, with bright blue eyes and a tuft of dark hair. They named him

BOOK 3: Chapter 49: Sinfully Yours They are kissing each other like nothing else in the world matters. Their mouths move in sync, desperate and greedy, lips molding together in a slow, heated dance that only deepens with every second. Tongues entwine, curling and tasting, savoring the forbidden flavor of each other like it’s the last thing they’ll ever have. Their kiss isn’t just about hunger—it’s about a desperate need. It’s raw and aching. They are clinging onto one another, shivering under the weight of the passion that has consumed them both entirely.

He quickly shut his mouth. He stood up and wandered around to digest. Noticing Gregory holding a book, he leaned in curiously. "What are you reading so seriously?" When he read the title of the book, he froze, completely speechless. "What is it that's got your jaw hitting the floor?" Adrian also wheeled over and raised an eyebrow when he saw the title—"Accompanying My Wife Through Pregnancy." Beside Gregory's hand were several other books that were bookmarked—"Complete Pregnancy Guide," "Weekly Recipe for Pregnant Women," and "Dad's Voice: The Secret to Prenatal Bonding."

He leaned down and kissed me, kneading my breasts and I winced when I felt the pain. “What’s wrong? Too much?” I nodded. I knew it was because I was pregnant though. He continued his assault on my body, reaching his hand down to play with my clit, and my body jerked in response to it. I was trying to keep in my moans but with the way he was kicking up his pace, I couldn't anymore. “Don’t be quiet. Let me hear you, baby. Let me hear you say my name.” I didn't want to keep it in either, but there was a high chance that I would be too loud, and I didn't want to risk his mother hearing it.

I let out a soft moan as his touch ignited my senses, his fingers roaming freely over my body, drawing out every ounce of desire within me. My body arched instinctively, pressing eagerly against him. Unable to hold back, I whispered breathlessly, "Please, Areen, don’t make me wait. I need you now." The longing within me was unbearable, my legs parting instinctively as I bit my lip, gazing at him with smoldering intensity. A smirk played across Areen’s lips as he stepped closer, each movement deliberate, charged with tension. Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife."