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"The thought of having to have someone rescue me makes me sick. You know, before I came here I could do a bit of magic. I can fight. Shift. I've been training for battle since I learned to walk. Whatever happened to me...it must've been fucking terrible." "Everything you've been through made you tough, Gretchen. My grandfather likes that about you. He's always been a big fan of your aunt for the same reason, the way she keeps all those wolves in line and has those alphas wrapped around her little finger." "Yeah, my Aunt Tessa makes me look like a lightweight, but trust me, it's not her finger those two are wrapped around. I don't know what kind of magic spell she used on her vagina, but thos

I don’t even whisper—because that could be Aunty Kerynna for real this time. “Caelora, can you stop coming?” Rauth snaps as he opens the door. His tongue glitches mid-sentence. That is definitely Aunty Kerynna. I gasp, fear knotting in my stomach. “She’s very unconscious,” Rauth blurts. “She can’t even get up.” And I just lie there, praying it works. “You sure?” she asks him. “Yes, Aunty. You can come see,” Rauth says—really convincing, like a man gambling with his life.

“Turn the TV back on.” The TV came on a second later, the voice of a well known news anchor drifting onto the dining area as my aunt turned back to face me. “Well…did he? Because I’ve been nineteen before, Faith, and the boys in my time weren’t any less horny. In fact, some would purposely play on your insecurities, making you feel like you had to sleep around to be worthy. Tell me right now if any of that happened to you and I’ll make sure that the boy says goodbye to his peepee forever!”

Games… Everyone is always playing games when it comes to the truth. “Aunt Red was raped by Konstatins father when he held her captive…” The words hit me like a brutal slap across the face. “But your parents were also intimate, and they didn't want a paternity test because, in their eyes, you are Uncle Wolfs, no matter what the results would have been.” “And they didn't think to tell me this?” I spit out venomously. “I guess not.”

In the middle of the room was a huge bed with heart-shaped pillows stacked on the center. There was a love couch on the other side of the room. Her whole face blushed as she remembered one of the instructions of her client. She walked toward the closet and her mouth gaped open when she saw all the scandalous pieces of clothing that hung in there. She picked one, a scandalous red, mesh bikini. “And I am going to wear this while having sex with this man?” Though she’s used to exposing her body to the bar’s clients, she is still new to actual sex. She had made out with some men she knew but she never really had sex with them, so she’s still considered a virgin.

He froze, struck dumb, his pupils dilated in utter shock. The truth, heavy as a sledgehammer, shattered every one of his ridiculous fantasies. His father, trembling with rage, pointed a shaking finger at his disgraceful son and let out a desperate roar. “Open your damn eyes and look! Four years ago, Harper became the owner of this estate! Harper is the true Luna of this manor… which makes her your aunt!”

My aunt had approached me without noticing, then, with tears in her eyes, she hugged me tightly. “You still have a lot to learn, son.” I did not know much about what to do here, but even without knowing the situation, I always help as much as I can in the hope that things can get better somehow. A few more hours passed, I was talking with my aunt about what had happened. Her husband had been unfaithful with one of her best friends, so she, with no hesitation, decided to end that relationship that had been going on for more than 20 years.

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“Word on the street is that his girlfriend found out he’s... not as blessed as he likes to act.” I stared. “What?” “Apparently,” Aunt George leaned in like she was telling a ghost story, “his dick’s the size of a pinky.” I slapped a hand over my mouth but couldn’t stop the laugh that exploded from me. “Oh my God! Are you serious?!” “That’s what I heard,” she said with a shrugged. “Well, serves him right!” I grinned. “He always acted like he was God’s gift to women. Imagine the embarrassment.” “I know, right?” she agreed with a smug nod. “And speaking of neighborhood drama... remember Mr. Brown?”

I gasp, “you did hookups in college?” My lips twitch with a smile. The thought of my up tight, no-nonsense aunt hooking up with anyone just seems so alien. “Oh, don’t judge. I was a perfectly healthy young lady with a raging libido. I needed sex at least three times a week to keep sane.” Silvan presses his fist to his lips, no doubt to stifle a giggle. I, on the other hand, am still struggling to recover from what I just heard. “Aunt, I promise I really do not need to know about your healthy sex drive.”