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His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

“Murderer! Where’s my sister?!” A girl pushed through the crowd, her face streaked with tears and dust. She grabbed another stone, rage twisting her features. Before she could throw it, someone moved faster. A tall figure stepped between us, his arm coming up just in time to block the blow. The world seemed to still. I looked up, and there he was. Alaric. The Raven King himself. His eyes… deep, stormy gray, locked on mine. His jaw tightened as he turned to glare at the crowd, his presence alone enough to make grown men bow their heads.

I leaned against the cool wall, still in my habit, while Lena sat beside me on the narrow stone bench, her sundress riding up her smooth thighs. At first she kept her voice gentle, but I could feel the shift coming. She reached over and brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You know… your mother was a real strong wolf, Raven. Luna Elara did not just survive in that pack. She fought battles. She shifted under the full moon and roared loud enough to make grown males lower their heads. I keep thinking… maybe some of that wolf blood made it to you after all. Have you ever felt anything stir inside? Even once?”

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

Until now, Raven was confused if she would do it or not but, as this thought occurred, her gaze landed on the ring she had been wearing with a green gem that was glittering. "Are you listening?" Chin asked when she saw Raven was spacing out. Raven adjusted her seat and said, "Sure, what kind of work is that?" Chin smirked at Raven and suddenly whispered, "I don't know if you want this, but I do a part-time job, and it was..." "To sell sexy pictures," With that being said, it made Raven's mouth drop open, and asked, "Are you serious?"

ADAIRA ~ Gavrael made a guttural groan of pure pleasure as I bared myself to him. I understood why, my posture was one of submission, and it was enough to drive the predator in him crazy, that was what I was counting on. I didn’t expect to be affected as well, but his groan reverberated through my body and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

I whimpered against her mouth. She pinched my dark nipples, rolling them between her fingers until I moaned loudly. The sensation shot straight to my core. My pussy clenched hard, leaking fresh slickness down my thighs. Raven dropped to her knees, yanked my skirt up, and buried her face between my legs. She shoved my ruined panties aside and licked me in long, filthy strokes. “You’re fucking soaked,” she groaned against my pussy. “Such a pretty ebony cunt.” Her tongue flicked my swollen clit relentlessly while two fingers pushed inside me. I gripped her hair, hips rolling shamelessly as the camera captured every wet sound, every tremble of my thighs.

She said. "And how did she get to know?." "I have no idea my king." "She wouldn't eat or drink anything for a few days now." "She's in love with another wolf, his name is Brandon." "A descent of the"Black dove pack." "His family are hunters." "Gwen is afraid you'll subdue him with your power and mark her." She's delusional. I thought to myself. "They're madly in love with each other." She cried.

Was gone. Rowan returned from outside carrying something wrapped in cloth. "We found this." He unfolded it. It was a black throwing knife. Its handle carried the mark of a white raven. Cassian's face hardened. "I know that symbol." I looked at him. "Who does it belong to?" He stared at the knife for a long moment before answering. "The Raven Guild." "The finest assassins in the kingdom." "They don't kill for money." "They kill..." "...to keep secrets buried."

Raven reached for a pack of cigarettes and held out the packet for Elena. She shook her head. “I don't smoke.” “Yet…” Raven added. Silently, Elena watched Raven place the stick of cigarette between her lips and light an end on fire. Raven didn't look like most of the girls back home. Dark purple hair that shimmered faintly under the light, tanned skin, face piercings and a tattoo sleeve. Raven blew out a puff of smoke. “So what're you in here for? You know majority of the people who join in are homeless people who've got no place to go.” She eyed Elena briefly. “You don't exactly look like you've been homeless.”