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Today was not any different, I was curled up on the couch, reading the same historical book I have been reading for the last few days. The book is quite interesting and helpful, shedding a bright light on the history of werewolves and their settlements in City San Zero hundreds of years ago. It encompasses the wars, the fallen Alphas and their deceased fated mates. The past Lunas. The list of conquered territories. “Omega, it’s time for your lunch,” Remi chirps happily as she easily settles on her knees, placing the tray of food on the centerpiece. I push myself up, dropping the book beside me.

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replied the wounded Marceline. “B-but you’re bleeding. You’re hurt; you need to get out of here!” said the she wolf, and just quickly after that, the Lycan prince rose from the ground and rapidly got behind the unsuspecting Marceline. “Marceline, watch out!” screamed the she wolf, but it was already too late for everything. Conall had already snapped her neck off in a quick second.

“I can’t control this any more than you can. It’s your other half.” As if on cue, pain rockets through me in hot spikes. I grit my teeth against the pain, clenching my fists to slow down my rapidly accelerating shift. “Stop that!” I growl at my wolf. “Blood.” It hit me at once, the way the meal I was served smelled all wrong, especially with the spices that wafted through the air while it was being coked. Somebody slipped blood into my meal. And judging by the effect it has on me; it is the blood of an omega wolf.

"Yes. My words exactly. Come on, let's sit down again so I can drink some wine. I think this book is doing strange things to my mind." She sipped the wine as she found her place on the page she'd been reading. "Hmmm. This is interesting." She squirmed in her seat. "This says when wolves mate they use their tongues very cleverly." The thought of a long wet tongue licking her between her thighs, stroking her labia and twisting the tip around her clit sent streaks of heat racing through her and her blood pumping in her veins. Good lord! What was the matter with her? She closed her eyes for just a moment, to clear her head.........

***TRIGGER WARNING: Up until now, this story has been fairly tame. From this point forward, Wolfblood takes a dark turn. For those who read the first book of the series, Wolfbane, this book is much darker and deals with more serious, real-world issues. If you prefer light-hearted romances without violence, I advise you not to continue. If, however, you enjoy thrilling werewolf romance novels, please continue with Wolfblood! I promise it's worth the ride.***

- A, Kira? - Bet, - I answered without a shadow of a smile. She will pay you back. The look of the young wolf became tougher, and the smell, as if already penetrated into me right between my legs. “No,” he replied. - It won't pay off.

I felt my palms give off a spark, the White Wolf turned under my skin reacting to the sudden, sharp spike of my heartbeat. I had come for Kai, but it looked like he had already found his "cure."

Theon could heard the sounds of her body adjusting and bending into place and see her shadow changing. But he wasn’t seeing the small scrawny Omega wolf of Naomi’s childhood. When she stepped out from behind the screen the Alpha family all gasped loudly. “Fucking hell” was all Theon could say. Naomi padded over to him and did a little twirl around before sitting on her back paws in front of him. He had heard of the legend of silver wolfs but he had never believed he would see one but there she was. The woman who kept getting better in his eyes was stood in front of him a huge she-wolf with glistening silver fur and shiny blue eyes. He swore if a wolf could look smug Naomis was doing it.

She rubbed the spot where the customer had grabbed her, as if she could still feel the ghost of his grip. "And the lights? Back there?" "The café lights. The man flying back." I watched her carefully, cataloging every micro-expression. "Emotional surges can activate latent abilities. In wolves who haven't shifted. Or in—" I paused. The words felt heavy on my tongue. "In those who carry wolf blood without knowing it." She stared at me. "I carry wolf blood." It wasn't a question. I nodded once. The movement felt like a confession.