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she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

' I thought before closing my eyes as the shouts of my family members echoed around me. Author's Note- Hello my dear readers. This chapter marks the end of My Personal Lycan king (Book-1). The next book in the series is called My Personal Lycan King (Book-2) and is available on Goodnovel to read. I hope you like that book as much as you liked this one. I hope guys can support me like this. Love you all my lovely readers. Your Clumsy Authoress, Angelina

He hurried to it and pulled it open just far enough to see who was on the other side. Lila’s whisper was hard and urgent as she said, “Let us in.” He immediately obeyed by opening the door just far enough to allow her to slip in. Benjamin’s larger frame forced him to pull it just a bit further open before slamming it shut immediately after he’d entered the room. “This is Ben,” she offered as she moved to the center of the room. Jasper and Benjamin greeted each other with stern expressions and a curt nod. Without hesitation, the warlock produced a slender bottle containing white granules that Jasper thought might be salt and created a circle around himself.

He says and I sigh. If I’m being honest with myself, I know he’s telling the truth. Ryo is not like any of the girls I know. She doesn’t play for an audience. She’s too honest and she’s real. It’s refreshing to spend time with her. I feel like I can just talk with her. No games, no pretending. “I promise you I won’t do anything to hurt her.” I say and he smiles. “I don’t get why you don’t let her be. You know you’re not interested in her so why keep spending time with her?” He says not really asking me the question. He’s just saying it so I can hear the words come out of his mouth.

Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books. One by one Trisha returned all the books she'd picked. When she was beginning to get tired and unmotivated, the corner of her eyes perceived a strange book on a shelf not too far from where she was. Its spines were tattered and appeared like spiky wires beneath the poor lighting.

When I reached the part where the stranger entered her, I gasped. Rhys finally moved. He leaned in. Kissed the inside of my knee. Then higher. Soft. Teasing. I whimpered. “Keep going,” he ordered. I did. Voice breaking as I read about the stranger thrusting deep, claiming her. Rhys pushed my skirt higher. Replaced my fingers with his mouth. One long, slow lick. I cried out—sharp, needy. The book fell from my hand. He devoured me. Tongue flat and broad, then pointed, flicking my clit. Two fingers slid inside, curling, pumping in time with his mouth. I was loud—couldn’t help it. Moans echoed off the shelves.

ALEX The car was still warm as fog clogged the windows. I leaned forward against Rhys’s chest, feeling his heartbeat echo as he idly traced circles on my thigh as if he didn’t want the quiet to end. Outside the night hummed, a faraway streetlight flickered through the mist, and cars breezed by, oblivious to what was happening here. "I'm going to kill the monarch." Rhys said. “You’re thinking too hard,” I murmured, as I slid down his legs and sat on the chair.

You know, I can’t find her book. Uncle had gotten two of the same kind of books and given us one each. I can’t find hers. Ever since she went missing,. Rhys shut the book and laid it to one side. He hated how the book made him feel, but he was thankful for the things the book showed him. Sophie’s past, which he now feels connected to in some way.

Rhys was home right at nine. Pearl had left the rose petal path on the floor and a note on the key table that said "follow it" Rhys found her in the library, wearing nothing but the Bukowski book he had sent her before New York. She had it covering her chest, and she was laying across the couch, with her legs up over the back and crossed. The fireplace was roaring and she had candles lit with a bottle of wine with two glasses and blankets and pillows on the floor by the hearth.