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He must see how flustered I’ve become because he says, “There’s a gas station coming up. Let’s stop there and I’ll drive us the rest of the way home.” This time I don’t refuse his offer. I pull into a parking spot at the gas station and Ryan says he’s going to get us some snacks. When he comes out a few minutes later, he has a bag full of treats with him. “Can you believe it? They had Furballs!” Ryan says with glee, pulling out a pile of candies, sugar and chocolate spun to look like a great pile of hair that has recently been vomited up. “And Bone Bites!” Ryan cheered as he showed me the giant hard candy formed into the shape of a femur so large it was meant to be chewed on for an hour or m

Ryan said. “I don’t know, brother. Connor is very talkative. I’m not sure he’d make it as a Gamma in our pack,” Reid said. “Stop being mean,” Jane said. “Thank you, Jane. I always knew I was your favourite,” Connor said and shifted closer to her. “We do need a chauffeur,” Ryan said and chuckled. “Really, Jenner? You’d get rid of me just like that?” “Dude, you want to reproduce our sex noises,” Freya said and clamped a hand over her mouth.

I saw Ryan talking to another guy with a similar size and build. Are all warriors this massive? Ryan grinned widely when he saw me and nodded at his friend before he motioned me over. I felt my insides squirm as the figure turned, and cold blue eyes raked over my body before his mouth twitched. Lincoln. Circe snarled deep inside my mind, and I knew she must have flashed briefly through my eyes as Lincoln’s twitch turned into a deadly smirk. Ryan bounded toward me and met me halfway. He was only wearing workout shorts, and I marvelled at the golden colour of his enormous bare chest. His gentle scent was mixed with Stacey’s sweet smell, and the bitemark on his neck was worn proudly like a beac

I went numb when I heard Connor’s amused voice. I drifted my gaze at two dark figures that were hovering over me. “You can’t do this..!” I begged and pushed myself backward away from them. “Kill me but don’t rape… “ I screamed when they ripped my clothes off. Ryan went behind me and grabbed both of my hands. Connor undid his pants and let them fall. He bent down and gripped my legs and parted them viciously. I closed my eyes, wishing it could be a nightmare. I cried when he yanked my panties away.

growl filled with pain, anger, helplessness, and vengeance, which made my knees buckle, and I fell to the ground. Out of nowhere, Ryan came running down towards Jenny and placed his hand on her belly. His eyes are now bright green, and a scared look is plastered on his face "no, no, no" he kept murmuring under his breath and kept placing his hand in different places on Jenny's belly... "nooooo '' he shouted, and suddenly his canines started elongating on their own, tearing his gums. Chandra came running towards him, and irrespective of his situation, her wolf, cocooned himself around Ryan's tiny body. For a few minutes, I was not able to understand anything. I can only see Reed sitting along

Maybe it's time we sit down and have a long chat. I wonder if he would be open to that? As scary as it is, it might be worth trying. Especially if he misses me as much as I miss him. The next morning, I'm sitting in a quiet corner in the gardens, out of sight behind the lilac bushes, sipping my tea with an unread book on my lap, contemplating how to approach Rylan, when I hear low voices. Turning, I peek through the branches and see Rylan talking to Roberto. Roberto Mennetti, Connor's twin, is nearly identical to his one-minute older brother. But the underground fighter is wider in the chest and thicker with muscles. Muscles everywhere. He's a little intimidating and I spot several tattoos p

~Rock~ ~Paper~ ~Scissors~ Ryan's and others' faces turned into ugly junk. Their eyes looked red, as if they will kill the Creed right on spot, but since Jake was there kept their mouths shut. They were shooting icy glares at Creed. Ryan also didn't expect this at all. Nisha and Emma just kept staring at this scene blankly.

My clit doesn't. Ryan is the quiet one. Twenty-nine. Dark-skinned, tall, built like he lives at the gym because he does – he's a personal trainer. He speaks in short sentences and long glances. Never flirts. Never makes a move. But I catch him watching me – when I'm cooking, when I'm stretching on the living room floor, when I come downstairs in shorts and a tank top and his eyes follow the length of my legs with an intensity that makes my skin prickle. Ryan is the one who scares me most because his silence feels like a coiled spring and I want to be underneath it when it snaps.

“Are you sure?” “So, you’re the one with trust issues here!” How the hell could I not panic when this man here was half-naked and looking bloody good? Like a freaking naked god, with all the muscle? And those abs! I'm just a woman, you know. I can't stop staring. Who could? It's all there for me to ogle. Those V-line? Oh! Ryan Reynolds, my love, welcome baby, come to mommy! Those packs are amazing; was it hard? Can I touch it?

Their retreat was sharp enough to stop Rhunar mid-stride. “What—” his brows pulled together, confusion flashing across his face, “why are you moving back?” His gaze flicked to Lya, softening with concern. “What happened to her? Why are you carrying her? What’s going on?” Ryan’s voice was ice, each word bitten off. “Who are you?” A sharp laugh burst out of Rhunar, almost startled, almost defensive. He spread his arms wide, as if the question itself was absurd. “What kind of joke is this?”