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And since they had been in their hands for more than twenty years, no one else knew anything. Dura motioned for Rasha to open the door, and she did so cautiously. Standing outside was a tall, dark-haired man with piercing green eyes. He wore a long black coat and carried a sword at his side. "Who are you?" Dura demanded, stepping forward. The man bowed slightly. "My name is Damien. I am a werewolf, and I have come to offer my assistance." The rebels were skeptical, but they had no other options. They allowed Damien to enter the cabin, and he immediately went to the table where the demigods lay.

It was strong, primal, and unmistakable - the scent of a male werewolf. I froze, my senses on high alert, as I tried to pinpoint the source of the scent. It was coming from a nearby car, a rugged-looking truck with tinted windows. My wolf growled softly, warning me to be cautious. **** I couldn't help myself as I pinned Roberto to the wall, my full strength surprising even me. But I didn't care - I needed to feel his lips on mine, to taste the minty freshness of his mouth. Roberto's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't resist as I claimed his mouth with mine. He felt vulnerable, trapped beneath my sudden intensity, but I could sense his excitement too.

Anthony's P. O.V I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Ana, the woman I had fallen in love with, was a werewolf. My mind raced with conflicting emotions. I was a werewolf hunter, someone who had dedicated his life to taking down these creatures that had killed my parents. And yet, here I was, in love with one of them.

After finishing that mythology book about wolves, I had researched online and found an entire collection of dirty, smutty romance novels about werewolves, especially alpha wolves and I might have… touched myself while reading a few of them. A few tense, silent moments passed between us. Heat built between my legs as I thought back to those books the violent, vicious nature of a man who grew claws and canines during a full moon, the possessive claiming and marking of another, the pure aggression every wolf carried. Fuck. They were all made-up stories, yet I could not stop thinking about them. The truth was I kind of wished Professor Vance would snap, show me his canines, sink them into my nec

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Jacob asks. Ethan grabs his shoulder, squeezing it to show support, "because Dave made his own choice back then. He didn't want to be one of us, but one of them." Jacob sighs, knowing Ethan Is right. Hybrids of his kind were common in the past with no boundaries between werewolves and vampires marrying each other just then they find it hard to control themselves from killing because their vampire side is stronger than their wolf.

She looked like a goddess, and she knew it. Lola, Jemma, and Alec were already down by the water, shrieking every time the waves caught their ankles. Thorne squealed, trying to leap from my arms to join the chaos. “Not yet, buddy,” I laughed, adjusting him on my hip. That’s when I saw him. Roman. Walking down the boardwalk in swim trunks, a beach bag over one shoulder, and his mate. A tall, beautiful werewolf named Tessa holding his hand. She handed him sunscreen to rub on her back, and he did it immediately, without complaint.

Alvar didn't answer. Because he already knew. The bond was screaming now. The bloodlust was everywhere. And standing in the center of it all was a creature he recognized immediately. His breath caught. "No." Grant stared. "What in the Goddess..." The wolf stood motionless beneath the moonlight. Massive. Monstrous. Its black fur seemed to swallow the light around it while crimson eyes glowed from the darkness. Blood covered nearly every inch of its body. Some of it belonged to the attackers. Some of it didn't.

^^^^^ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello everyone! It has been a journey, and I am very thankful for the support! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I love writing this! Alpha Ace and Kira’s story is one of my favorites, and I treasure them the most. If you want to continue reading my werewolf books, here is the order. Book 1: Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid Book 2: Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate Book 3: Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress