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Chapter Seventy: Boiling Beneath the Calm Jaxon By Wednesday afternoon, Jaxon Brooks had reread Harper’s last text six times—seven if you counted the time he just opened it and stared. It wasn’t because he didn’t believe her. He trusted Harper. Completely. Irrationally. Stupidly. But still—he felt it boiling under his skin. It wasn’t her. It was Ryker.

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Harper groaned as she rolled her eyes softly stomping her feet, "Just read the goddamn thing, Evangeline. Letters don't bite." "Hell, yeah , they do!" I protested as I continued to caress the smooth surfaces of the paper with my fingers. "You read it, didn't you?" "Of course I did! I checked out the dr—" Harper's hands went over her mouth, muffling her words. "No spoilers. Just read it. I promise you. It's not as bad as you think!"

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Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

​The heavy door clicked shut behind me. ​Before I could even take a breath, Xavier turned. In one swift movement, he crossed the room. His massive frame loomed over me, backing me up until the heels of my shoes hit the wall. He didn't touch me, but he stood so close I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. His dark eyes locked onto mine. ​"You called my private number," Xavier said, his voice a low, rough baritone. "You skipped your shop, ran fifteen minutes late, and now you're standing in my office. What do you want, Raya?"

When Alpha Nixon Marsh of the Night Moon Pack starts to lose hope of finding his beloved mate, he fears his only option is to accept an offer given by a women he can not stand and ask the moon goddess to fate them together before the council. Harper Lewis is an adventurous soul who enjoys the company of books and the solitude the actional lone camping trip has to offer. With a less the perfect home life and constant bullying from his older brother and mom for being openly gay he feels alone and misunderstood. A rainy day. a trip over his own feet and the spilling of his favorite tea change his life forever. Thank you for reading my first werewolf romance. This was one of my favorite books I’

Harper’s gaze fell on his long, pale hands, and a strange flutter rose in her chest. She had always sworn she wasn’t a hand fetishist, yet now… she found herself captivated by his hands. She moved closer, sitting opposite him. Chase looked up, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Come for a drink?” He didn’t comment, only glancing at the bottle in her hand. Seeing his silent consent, Harper poured herself a glass and drank it down. Pff… cough cough! The sip nearly choked her. The liquor burned down her throat, scorching all the way to her stomach!

Granted, I was responsible for two of the deaths, although Alice Chambers, the former Alpha’s wife, seemed to be doing very well despite the trauma of the shattered mate bond. Harper came out of her bedroom and headed to the fridge. I watched as she bent over to pull out a bottle of beer. The curves of her body accentuated in the position and served to awaken a spark of lust in me. Harper stood up and looked around at me. She was well aware of her effects on me, and to prove it, she added an extra sway into her step as she headed slowly over to me. She smiled as she sat in my lap and leaned into me. “I found my fluffy handcuffs,” she whispered in my ear and I groaned as images forced their w

“What are you doing in here? Get out! Mom and Dad are right down the hall!” Tyler stepped inside and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He locked it. He was shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against the fabric. His eyes were dark, hungry, and dangerous. “I heard you,” he said, voice low and rough. “You were moaning my name while you fingered your little pussy. You were begging your stepbrother to breed you.” Harper’s face burned with shame. She clutched the sheet tighter to her chest.