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she smirked. Raven hesitated for a moment. She had wanted to wear the red gown but was worried about looking too flashy. She didn't want to be the center of attention, but at the same time, she wanted to stand out in the crowd. After considering Katie's suggestion, she finally picked up the red gown, hoping it wouldn't be too much. As Raven disappeared into the bathroom to change, Katie settled onto the bed and waited. A few minutes later, Raven emerged from the bathroom, wearing the stunning red gown. The dress hugged her curves in all the right places, and her eyes seemed to pop against the bright red fabric.

Thirty minutes later Raven was dress and ready to go, a slim black dress and underneath was black lace bra and panties. Oliver stated it only needed to be simple, asking her a million times if she was ready. He also had a collar and leash for her to wear when they get there. As Raven waited for him to change she sent Trevor a message, -Headed to the VIP room. I’ll text if I find out anything. If this lead doesn’t work, we’ll check out the warehouse afterwards-

The uncertainty left me restless, tapping my phone screen without really looking at what was in front of me. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Raven walking toward me. She wore a sheer red lace bra and matching panties. They were so transparent that nothing was hidden. Her nipples and the outline of her body were on full display. Raven is a confident and intentional woman who is always dressed with the intention of being seen and envied. She sat down on the empty chair beside me, leaning back like she owned the space.

Either Catherine will have to do it again, or I will, to save her the trouble. No freaking way. I go up the stairs. His door is closed, but he’s not allowed to lock it, so I push it and stride in, and then freeze, the volume of music so powerful it almost pushes me back. Raven is sitting by his desk—his profile to me, his feet on the table, his books and papers in disarray, his clothes on the bed. He has begun plastering posters of what appears to be his favorite band, “Fake Drug”, around the place two days ago. Now, the transformation of the room seems complete. It’s barely possible to see the cream-colored walls underneath all the centerfolds with images of four guys sporting guitars, grea

"Raven isn't a person. It's a title. A position within the Blackfang pack that has existed for decades but was always ceremonial. Until six months ago, when Alpha Julian gave the position real power." "What kind of power?" "Absolute authority over pack discipline. Raven can challenge anyone, punish anyone, and execute anyone without needing alpha approval. Julian created the position to maintain order—or so he claimed. Really, he created it to terrorize the pack into submission." "And who holds this position?" "Julian's daughter. Cassandra Blackfang. She's nineteen, ruthless, and completely loyal to her father's vision of absolute control." Michelle's hands shake. "She believes pack unity re

“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.

The room fell silent, the weight of the system's response crushing their hopes. Whispers and murmurs fell over the council, a mix of shock and desperation lingering in the air. Then Aethon asked, his voice laced with a hint of hope, "Who can?" Slowly, one by one, pictures appeared on the screen, each one revealing a mighty warrior who could make a difference. The first was a picture of Raven, beautiful and radiant, her pregnancy glowing with an otherworldly light. Aethon's face lit up with pride as he said, "This is my Mate." The council members stared at her image, their eyes wide with wonder, their whispers turning to gasps of amazement. "She is captivatingly beautiful," one of them breath

Raven puts the necklace on Robyn's neck, and I put one on Riley's neck. He then hands them the other box... it's two crowns shaped signate rings "Is that sterling silver and cubic zirconia?" I ask hoping actually praying he says yes... "No both the necklaces and rings are titanium and real diamonds" he frowns like his offended I even asked "Raven they are six years old they can't have expensive things what if they lose them?" I ask He shrugs "I buy new ones" "How much did they cost?" I ask "I'm not sure I asked Niklaus to design them, I think 60 thousand dollars each"

He would need their help to enforce it. Behind him was Raven. She was dressed in a cotton dress with a leather corset. Her boots were laced up to her knees. She wore her hair down and wore several braids she had woven protection spells into. Raven listened to them. The talking was like listening to a crowd whispering loudly. She could hear their concerns and how some of them seemed frightened. She grew a little nervous but she believed in the possibility of everyone being equals.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.