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aroused. Every instinct I had was screaming to pull her closer and get her away from all these watching eyes. I stepped closer instead deliberately triggering the bond further. If I proved she was weak and she couldn’t control herself, the pack would reject her then this would stop. Her gasp when Weston touched her elbow made my wolf flinch and my blood run hot. “And you’re reactinb to her like this.” My wolf mocked. “Everyone can smell you,” I whispered in her ear, hating how good she smelled this close. “Can you guys smell that?”

She stepped closer and saw that they depicted werewolves engaged in various unfamiliar advanced looking training exercises, and the sight intrigued her. She slowly ventured deeper and she stumbled upon a collection of old books and notes, their slightly yellowed pages revealed that they had been studied religiously. She picked a few books up and almost screamed with disbelief when she read their titles. “Ascension of the Omega”. “Unlocking your full potential.” “Release of the inner wolf” “Power upgrade for dummies!” “Kira! Can this be real?” Sera exclaimed to her wolf. “Did the goddess just send me books that would teach me to become a stronger werewolf?”

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Being the sister to an Alpha doesn't change anything, rather I break the rules unapologetically, one of it is this short dress I was putting on. Romano was going to complain like he always does when he sees me. “You know being my sister doesn't mean I can't whip that little thing you are putting on off you. Go get that thing off, I'm not a brother to a whore,” he would say but I never listen. I was comfortable wearing things like this and no unmated wolf would get me to do what I don't want to do. As I stride through the hallway, I ignored the lustful look cast my way, and the smell of arousal in the air, I had one place in mind, my dark hideout.

I supposed reading probably wasn’t an interest of hers. My fingers stopped on the spine of a black book with silver lettering stamped into the spine. Mysteries of Vampires, Werewolves and Humans, it read. I considered it for a moment before sliding it out of the shelf. Was it a journal? A scientific or historical text? I took a seat on the sofa and began to read, quickly snapping the book shut when I read the explicit words on the pages and felt the heat crawl up my face.

I groaned as I snapped a mental picture of how we were looking right now, a she Wolf standing in her four legs as a human being straddled her waist. I shook myself out of his arms and attacked him with my claw, glaring daggers down at where he was lying whimpering, my wolf nagged and struggled to be let out of her cage, she wants to pamper him like our baby but I wouldn't let that happen, over my dead body. I turned after matching down on his right hand with my paw, I took off running into the, my mind racing as my wolf created a mental moment that was never going to happen in my mind.

In the end, it all circled back to the same problem. "Our laws are pretty simple. Mostly they involve don't tell anyone about us and marry a wolf." "Or two. Or more. Kind of makes me wonder if I wouldn't be better off with the vampire. I get the impression he probably has a harem of women." The wolf in her head growled. "I'd probably only have to deal with him a few times a week, if that." His eyes widened. "You can't be serious. You'd choose a bloodsucker over your own kind?"

She told herself the faint tingle was her imagination, just as the hot dreams she’d been having the past few nights had been nothing more than memories of her girlish rescue fantasies with the temperature turned up by her adult experiences. She traced the raised lettering. A version of Red Riding Hood with the wolf as both sinner and seducer and the woodsman as the hero who saves the girl and takes her away from her old life to a new, better one. Seeing the book, touching it made her mother feel closer than she had in years. Even if it turned out to be just a copy, it was worth whatever she had paid.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

She fanned herself dramatically. I rolled my eyes where she couldn’t see. “Then there’s Lucien Ashford. Cold, calculating, brilliant. He runs half the pack alliances in the region. Rich as hell too. And Rowan Everhart…..God, he’s gorgeous. Wild, untamed. They say he shifts faster than any wolf alive.” She sighed. “And Asher Stormwood. Charming, funny, but dangerous when he needs to be.” “Sounds great,” I muttered. “It will be. For me.” She stepped closer.