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He pours the whiskey on my body, a cold trickle falling on either of my sides. “I'm the only one who has seen these gorgeous tits, right?” Holy cow. Did he just call me gorgeous? “Does that silence mean some bastard saw your tits?” His fingers dig into either side of my breast. I shake my head. “No.” “Only me?” “Only…you.” Rhys's head falls between my breasts, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth. My hand grip the edge of the bench to stop myself from falling over. His knee tightens me between his muscular thighs and I feel strangely protected.

AMBER POV. (Pg 13) I stretch my arms across my body as we walk through the grassy field in front of our cabin. I feel completely drained. I argued with so many wolves today that my throat is sore. You would think they would accept my decisions as their Goddess, but mistrust was definitely evident today.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

' 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

Rhys stepped out of the shower, heat still clinging to his skin. He pulled on a black robe and ran a white towel over his damp hair as he walked into the bedroom. He had only been home from the office thirty minutes ago and he was feeling exhausted. Just then the doorbell rang. He lowered the towel on the head of one of his couches and went to the door. When he opened it, Ethan stood there with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bag of takeout in the other. Dominic, his friend, was behind him, holding a second bottle.

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.

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.