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“I saw them in Ronan’s room, so i…” “In Ronan’s room,” she repeated slowly, her gaze sharpening. “Yes,” I replied. She tilted her head, studying me like an object, then her lips curved into a smile “So,” she said lightly, “are you one of Ronan’s whores?” The word hit me like a slap. “I… excuse me?” I asked, genuinely stunned. She shrugged, utterly unbothered. “Ronan and Soren bring whores around from time to time, they are unmated and virile young men so no one blames them.”

Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. “I have done all I can do. The spell will work its way through her body. With the healing you did, it should heal her.” Willow told him with a slight smile. The spell had taken more out of her than she was letting on. Willow turned to leave the room, but only made it as far as Slyven. “Whoa!” Slyven caught Willow before she hit the floor. He looked at Aarshon, then at Rayne. “Lay her on the couch, light a white candle,” Rayne told Slyven, then gave a slight smile when he blushed.

If Kael felt like steady heat, this man felt like lightning waiting to strike. He leaned against one of the porch posts, arms crossed, dark hair pulled back loosely at his neck. His eyes were lighter than Kael’s — amber with flecks of green — and far less guarded. “Let me guess,” she said. “Also a werewolf. Also weirdly intense.” His grin was quick and sharp. “Ronan. Second-in-command. And I prefer ‘charmingly intense.’” She huffed a small laugh before she could stop herself. “Lena. Newly traumatized.”

"If you don't want a pup, you shouldn't have had one! You gave birth to it, but you can't even take care of it! You don't deserve to be a mother!" He bellowed, "How much longer are you going to torment this family? You want to die so badly? Fine! I'll help you!" The moment he said that, he instantly came back to his senses. He broke his wrist and apologized to me. I didn't say anything, merely staring blankly at the phone that had fallen to the floor. The screen was still lit. 37 missed calls. All from the same name. Rowena Sawthorne. She was someone who had recently returned to the pack. Wesley's first love from his youth. She was healthy, beautiful, confident.

Theodore walked out of the room, and Wylder followed him instead of forcing Circe to open her mouth. Use a shield," Theodore said while dialing someone’s number. Wylder did the same so that no one could listen to their conversation. "Steve Weasley," The person on the other side spoke after receiving the call. "Use your King’s power and resources because right now you need to bring a witch named Endora out of the Coven of Silver Flame. I’m afraid that her life is at stake." "I need more details about her," Theodore handed over the phone to Wylder so that he could give more details to Endora: "She is one of the women whom I had brought from the Omega auction. I didn’t know she was a witch then

Oops. From the front desk, Rowena spun her head which made her silver blue hair flow from her shoulder and cascade down her back. If looks could kill, I'd be dead two times over. I gave her a sheepish look and ducked my head back behind the bookshelf. I looked at my phone screen seeing it was another message from DracoK4u. *Flameheart baby, please answer me. Are you all right?* he texted.

He truly doesn’t want to be with me. The door flies open and Conner comes racing in. “Rayne!” he yells and see Reese holding me in the shower. “What’s wrong with her?” “She’s in heat.” Reese tells Conner. “What the hell does that mean?” Conner asks as he approaches us still naked from the run he was just on. “It means she needs relieved from the burning going on inside of her.” Reese says to Conner. “Then give her to me.” Conner says as he goes to grab me out of Reese’s arms and Reese growls at Conner.

"Who's next?" Soren is already moving. Where Orion is golden and playful, this king is dark and intense, with black hair and eyes that burn like embers. He doesn't speak. He just shoves Orion aside and takes his place between my thighs, staring at my swollen pussy like he wants to devour me whole. "She's still sensitive." Orion sounds amused. "Might want to give her a minute."

Zayden Mercer The scent hits my nose the moment I step into the villa. The luxury holiday cottage which the school had prepared for our hockey teams as we competed with Worcester’s Polar Titans. I marched into the house. There in the central living room, Ronan Devereux was sprawled on a sofa, trousers and underwear pooled around his ankles, legs spread wide with his co*k visible for all to see. Between his thighs was a male omega, probably one of the offerings sent by teams hoping to poach him for the professional league next season.

she answered with what she trusted was a sultry smile. He chewed on the interior of his cheek as he sponsored absent a few steps and let his eyes run over her whole body. Bronaugh held her breath as he took his time choosing. She was a bit plumper than most, but from her involvement, werewolves regularly appeared to appreciate that in a female. “All right, firecracker. You got yourself a deal,” he agreed. “Bronaugh, don’t do this!” Close relative Nancy argued. Bitsy shushed her.