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“Is that… the Raven Wolf King?” “Yes.” Grimm, who had followed me, answers. He leans on the wall next to the tapestry and looks up at it. “This is my favorite, to be honest.” I study the picture. A man with long black hair flowing to his waist and piercing black eyes stands in dark armor, a wolf insignia emblazoned on his chest. Behind him, lightning splits furious clouds while ravens wheel through the storm. One perched firmly on his shoulder. He looks imposing, shadowed, and dark.

Raven said, sounding a bit nerved up herself. “What whole thing?” I asked. “You know the Blood Moons?” “How could I forget?” I responded, my hands shaking so badly I had to sit back and put them on my lap. Here it comes. “Father hates them,” I said as the sun beat into one of my eyes, causing me to squint. “Yes, well, that’s all about to change,” Raven said, and I expected a glum look on her face. But instead, she glowed. Her cheeks turning pink. “I’m engaged to be married to Blake.”

A discreet engraved plate hidden against her throat would read: PROPERTY OF SAINT VALENTI – RETURN IF FOUND CUM-SOAKED. He dangled it in front of her tear-streaked, cum-splattered face. “Last chance to run, Raven. Put this on and there is no safe-word, no escape, no pretending you don’t cream your thighs every time I breathe in your direction. You’ll be my personal fucktoy, my breeding bitch, my collared whore until one of us is dead. Choose.” Raven’s chest heaved. Her cunt clenched on nothing, pushing out another thick river of their mixed fluids that ran down to soak her asshole and the sheets beneath. She was trembling, oversensitive, ruined, and still desperate for more.

Just beyond it was a small patch of trees and a gravel path. That’s when I saw her. A woman in black leaned against a tree, her posture too casual, too calculated. It was as if she had been waiting for me. She motioned towards me, stopping right in front of me. “You must be Tessa,” she said, pushing off the trunk. She was stunning—tall, dark eyeliner, crimson lips, and a silver pendant that shimmered in the sun. Something about her felt… off. “I’m Raven,” she said with a chilling smile. “Ryder’s ex.”

I grunted. There was a girl. A "fan" of Cole’s. For three weeks, she had been sending him letters. At first, they were normal fan mail. Then they got weird. She sent him locks of hair. She sent him photos of the compound gate—photos she shouldn't have been able to take. She was obsessed. She didn't just want Cole; she wanted to remove anything that stood in her way. And in her mind, that was Raven. I scanned the front row. My wolf was pacing in my chest. The scent of cheap perfume and hot dogs was making me growl. Then, I saw her.

“Mind link? Like you guys can talk to one another telepathically?” He nods. “Yes, we can. But that’s beside the point, Arya. You need to know about Raven. He’s a wanted wolf from a pack in the South; his Alpha has been looking for him after he murdered six women in the pack two and a half months ago and fled.” “What?!” I exclaim, and he clamps a hand over my mouth. “I can’t go up there now, knowing that!”

business? Princess Raven? The memories started flooding back. I have heard of her but could I really be in her body? Princess Raven was the princess of the Cremstone pack, and I had heard about her engagement to the Alpha of the Silverwolf pack, Alpha Orion, just before the incident that happened to me. Alpha Orion was known for his power and ruthlessness, a figure both feared and respected. The thought of meeting someone like him terrified me. How could Princess Raven be engaged to him? How was that even possible?

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

"What's wrong?" Raven drew in a much needed breath and waved her hand. "Nothing. Let's eat. Thanks for picking this up. I was going over my notes for my two o'clock." A new artist on the scene named Vincent Soreno had contacted Elements out of nowhere and wanted to set up a meeting. Raven had Googled him and came across an amateurish website where he claimed to be a photographer for hire. Weddings mostly. They didn't do that kind of thing, but she'd give him a chance to show his stuff if he had anything worth viewing. His site said he was from the east coast in the lower forty-eight and a recent Alaskan transplant. Something about him rubbed her the wrong way, but damn if she could place wha

I forced myself to suck it up as I sat down in front of grams in our usual shifting spot, but since the last rogue attack, we now had Dante accompanying us each night, and as the hours ticked by I’d always notice him starting to sway a little on his feet… he looked almost as tired as I was. “Are you ready, Raven?” Grams asked still as eager as she was two nights ago. Now that she knew my wolf was inside of me somewhere, I had already accepted there was no way she’d drop all of this training now! “Bring it on”. I replied, trying to sound just as keen as she was, whilst keeping my moaning to myself. “Ok. Now, you know what to do… start to relax, and let me know when you feel calm”. I let my up