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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.

He’d chosen power over family, and now, the ghost of his exiled uncle had returned, with his supposedly dead sister at his side, threatening to topple the whole rotten structure he’d climbed upon. “Selena?” Rhys finally spat, his voice filled with venom. “What is the meaning of this? You’re consorting with this....this— MONSTER?” He gestured wildly at Austin. “This monster Rhys,” I said, my voice clear and cold, carrying over the sudden hush, “is more of an Alpha than your pathetic leader could ever dream of being. And he’s the one who saved me when YOU stood by and watched them try to murder me.” A gasp went through the crowd. Rhys’s face contorted with fury. “You lie! You were a traitor! S

“Probably not.” My heart jumped when he closed his book, set it on the table, and stood. I hadn’t expected him to give in. Rhys walked to the pool, pulling his shirt over his head as he did so, and I lost the ability to breathe. Broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted muscles, abs one could grate cheese on. Absolute masculine perfection. This is not the first time I have seen him naked, in fact, I have seen more than that, but every time I look at his body, it is even better than the last time.

Whatever game my body wanted to play had no place here. Later we sat on the couch with the ocean light filling the room. She chose the spot that forced the outside of her thigh against mine. The dress rode higher when she shifted. One knee fell open and the soaked crotch of her panties flashed for a clear second. The sight hit me like a fist. My cock hardened fully, thick and obvious against the fabric. I stared at the page of a book I could no longer read and told myself it was the heat. The isolation. The fact that I had been alone too long and she was simply young enough not to notice what her body did to a man. “Rhys never talked about you much,” she said, voice easy. “I keep wondering w

Hi If anyone is waiting for updates on this book - they will happen, but I have some plans for this book, and this is the second story of the series - Rain and Ashes. I am currently working on the first story, and then I will get back to this one - in a few weeks. No, no need to read the first one to understand this one, but probably some details will make sense if read in order.

A sore scream rips from my throat as Rhys's brutal grip sets my being ablaze. The moment he releases my hair, I collapse onto my knees, the cold floor a world away from the inferno raging within me. "Bloody hell!" A choked cough escapes my throat as I gasp for air, my lungs burning. Rhys... Rhys is insane.

The smoke began to part, drawn into a swirling vortex by the sheer mass of the figure stepping forward. Rhys emerged from the dust. He looked like an ancient war god forged in the deep earth. His tatted chest was slick with sweat, his jaw set in a hard, merciless line, and his hazel-blue eyes had completely transitioned into a blazing, feral gold. On his left arm, the newly forged moonstone wraps pulsed with a deep, violent purple light—the stored kinetic energy of the poison he had just sucked from his own veins. "You blew my doors," Rhys said, his voice dropping into a register so low it made the remaining glass monitors on the walls vibrate. "You shot my brother. And you threatened my wom

She said, and I turned the book towards myself before reading the lines. "I went there. The place that everyone had been talking about. The place that everyone thought was a rumor. The water was filled with crystals. Crystals that had the power to purify a soul. Only I was able to come here while my friends were left behind. Does that mean I have a pure soul and the evils can't enter? My friends were not evil. They just have a little bit of an off character. Walking deeper into the water bed, I saw it. The large rose, bigger than an oak tree. It was beautiful. I loved it. Maybe I can take crustal or two back to tell everyone that I saw it? Maybe that way they will that the fantasy was real?"

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Alpha of Gods Harmony Moon Series Book 3 A Steamy Werewolf / Dragon / Hybrid Romance Novel Ms. Sophia Chapter 1: Who is He? Ryder My pulse was racing, my breathing was rapid, but I could do this all day. Nothing is a challenge for me anymore. I ducked as a fist aiming for my face barely grazed the side of my head. That’s only because I am becoming bored with all of this, he wouldn’t have touched me otherwise.