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She is almost sure there is a witch helping him , to be honest apart from the maids and guards we never saw anyone else . I was lost in my own thoughts in the shower. Without my wolf's extra senses I never heard Orion enter the bathroom and nearly shit a brick when he opened the shower screen . Looking at my handsome mate from head to toe I can't help but lick my lips as I take in his delicious sculpted abs and his huge erect cock that is waiting to be worshipped .

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.”

I denied her accusation, "Keto is not a killer." "We need to leave," she cut in. "Do you have a gun?" "Gun? What do you need that for?" I asked, "Aren't you a werewolf?" “She's not a werewolf," Orion's voice echoed from a corner in the basement, "At least not yet." I felt a chill run down my spine. He was crouched upside down on a metal bar, while his head was suspended mid-air. "Where's Keto?" I asked, though my voice was weak.

I knew he was trying to irritate us. Orion held Dax's hand, calming him down. But said nothing. Valen turned to me. "She smells sweeter when she cries. Did you know that?...You know...the hot OMEGA.. literally, contextually and sexually hot..." He growled, smiling like he was loosing it but taming himself. Then he chuckled. At this point, my patience was worn out. My claws snapped out. Ayla growled beside me. “Where is she?!”

His brows were furrowed, eyes shifting between the women and me. I shrugged, uneasy. Just then, the waiter returned with our drinks—a strawberry smoothie for me and black coffee for Owen. "Thank you," I mumbled. Owen’s gaze lingered on me, his brow still furrowed together. "Is something wrong?" I asked. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, then shook his head with a chuckle. "Sorry to ask..." He suddenly said, his lips pressing tight. "I mean, those ladies...they are talking about you right? Are you really a Thorne? Elena Thorne?" Owen asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

Director Bones filled him in on what she knew of their identity. "The black haired one is Larry Potter, the ginger haired one is Ronald Weasley and the girl is called Hermione Granger." Erik nodded while he watched Ms. Granger opens the door with an unlocking charm. As the door opened, the trio entered the room and Mr. Potter took a wooden flute and started to play some very poor notes with it. Then he heard the growling and entered the room after the trio and saw what was growling. A cerberus. A genuine three headed effing cerberus! As the three headed infernal dog raised its heads, Erik made a gesture of raising his hand in the universal sign 'stop', and the memory froze. Director Bones an

"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."

I turn and see her walking towards us with a smirk on her face. "Oh look who's talking. As if you were not chosen by that alpha, what was his name again?" Aurora stops and looks up to the ceiling in thought. "Ah, right. Weasley." she states briefly but her face turns red from holding in her breath to stop herself from laughing. Reina glares at her, placing her hands on her hips she says, "It's Wesley. Goddess, for the 23rd time, Aurora!" she admonishes. 'Their relentless banter is always a sight to behold. Don't you agree, Liana?' I ask my wolf who huffs and turns away from sight.

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.