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Their clothes had already kissed the floor, and they stood naked against each other. Nathan carried her and placed her on the counter. His hot tongue sucked on her breast as his fingers found their way to Elara’s core. The moment he touched her clit, Elara moaned out. Her member was excited, and Elara spread her legs wide, giving Nathan full access. “Babe, I want you so bad. Please take me.” Elara pleaded. She could not take it anymore, and she wanted to feel Nathan’s member inside her. How could Nathan say no to his queen?

Something deep. A flicker of raw, untamed power that pulsed like a second heartbeat. I’d only seen that once before. A long time ago. In a warrior named Elvina. The thought stopped me cold. No. That wasn’t possible. Elvina had died before Clarissa was even born. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling. Same grace. Same intensity. Same silence that said, “I am more than I appear.” Clarissa finished her final form and dropped to her knees, catching her breath.

She smiled and bent her legs, then parted them for Dillon to see her nakedness. Dillon looked at Elaine's anatomy, which glistened with moist arousal. Elaine looked into Dillon's focus and said, "please me."

, she said calmly shutting me up. "Go and ask around who Queen of Mafia is, no one knows my fucken face because anyone who sees me dies, I have a clean record for over 200 clean assassination with no trace left. The hotel that Aladdin booked is mine, I own that place I basically have every connection in it so nothing happens in there without me knowing. I was the one who called the police to come check things out because I wanted the news to go out. I could have told them to burn their bodies but I didn't. I have everything under control Damon, and if you can't deal with the fact that I'm a fucken goddess in this kingdom them fuck off", she said and put her cigarettes back in her mouth.

She could see the two of them in the mirror with crystal-clear clarity. Adrian sat in the chair, holding her close, while she lay with her legs spread wide, placed on his massive cock like a doll—completely naked, her fair skin flushed with the heat of passion. Most alluring of all was her pussy, stretched to the limit by the man’s relentless thrusts, still forced to open and close as it swallowed and released his cock. “Ah, ah… No… Mmm, ah… My pussy… It’s going to break…” Her snow-white buttocks were firmly gripped by the man, causing her body to rise and fall in a piston-like motion.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Their faces were pressed against the cold floor as their bodies shook violently. Several female werewolves who used to know me were trembling so hard their teeth chattered. “S-Selena… the Alliance’s strongest Alpha King, Lord Lucas, is your mate?” “The steward elder even performed a kneeling salute! And Leo called her his mom! She must be that mysterious Luna Queen everyone talks about, the one Lord Lucas treasures above all!” Gasps spread through the room again. I found the noise irritating, so I simply gave a faint smile.

I answered sarcastically. "How could you, Jenson? You've been the one I've loved all these years. Is this what you think of me? Do you really suspect I'm cheating on you?" Queenie sobbed, pulling off her towel. She was completely bare, her chest and tiny waist dotted with red spots, just like the ones on her neck. I wondered how intense things had gotten. Just as I was about to lose my temper, a small ointment jar suddenly hit me in the face.

The Fourth photo was of her in a wedding dress as she looked at someone icily, but the groom’s face wasn’t visible. The fifth photo was of her in her wedding dress again, on her wedding bed but surrounded by four men who were not the groom. The last photo of her inebriated state clearly showed signs of having sex, but she was being escorted into a hotel room by a middle-aged man. The paid trolls guided the netizens and fed them stories for weeks. For such keyboard warriors - Liliana was, beyond a doubt, an adulteress.