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Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

I shot back, and he glared at me. “Whatever.” With that, he strode off. My fingers curled into a fist at the sound of the door slamming shut. Even though I knew this wasn't my business, I knew my father too well. If he gave someone something like that, there was definitely a deeper meaning attached to it. Ravenchi will never give anything for free. I looked down at myself. My cock had already softened. Tsk! Colt. Such a cum blocker.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

He flicked the cigarette away and mounted his bike, riding off without another word. That night, the unease crystallized into danger. Raven was heading back from a supply run when she caught the scent so sharp, metallic and wrong. Her wolf bristled instantly. Hunters. She froze in the alley behind the warehouse, scanning the shadows. Too quiet, too still. Then the first bolt sang through the air. Raven ducked instinctively, the silver-tipped arrow embedding in the wall where her head had been a heartbeat before. Her wolf roared inside her, surging to the surface.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Because if Raven survived the awakening. Then so did whatever's still hunting her. Raven stands up confused... "I just came to borrow this book," she says, her face etched with confusion. She stands up and walks, half running, out of the library and into the woods with the book. I look at Cyre grimly. "You have to promise me to keep that book save. Especially from Ryel." She nods as she follows Raven. I watch her back disappears into the darkness. I turn to Dathan. "You can leave now."

Containing various recesses, where a cauldron, a sword, a stone, and a spear were exhibited. Raven's interest was in something else. He rummaged in a cupboard and pulled out a box. When he held the ring in front of it, this lay opened. There was an old gray book. T He took it with him and he left the secret room. He moved his hand, bringing everything back into place, the large fireplace slid back into place. The woman in the painting put her hair back up. Reading and leafing through the centuries-old book, Raven walked to the exit.

"The biker clubs we own will be cleared of drugs, they will purely be biker clubs, booze and such. We have enough bars and such for that side, then, you're not linked." "Then we have a deal." He reaches out his hand but I don't take it. "On one condition Hawk." He nods, lowering his hand. "If we need solace, you allow us access to this place. We never have, but recent things say we may need to have a safe place for someone very valuable where they can not and will not be touched." If anything happens, Raven is here. He smiles and leans back. "Ahh, the Caddel brothers, falling in love. I hear you found a wild one, if you ever need her protected, while you’re hunting, you can guarantee she is

20 Years Later Raven University — Alexander’s POV The Blackwood crest loomed over the wrought-iron gates of Raven University like a sentinel carved from nightmares and myths—a massive silver wolf etched into obsidian stone, its eyes twin chips of moonstone that seemed to pierce the dawn fog, judging every soul that dared approach. Most students passed beneath it with wide-eyed awe, whispering prayers to whatever deity they favored, their footsteps quickening as if the wolf might lunge from the stone at any moment. Me? I strode under it every morning with a cocktail of irritation and reluctant pride churning in my gut.