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And to my right sat Princess Selene. "Your castle is magnificent, King Cillian," Selene purred, leaning close to me. The overpowering, suffocatingly heavy scent of her floral Alpha pheromones assaulted my nose. She placed her perfectly manicured hand directly onto my thigh, her sharp nails digging slightly into the fabric of my trousers. "Though, I must say, it feels a bit... empty. It needs a woman's touch." I stared straight ahead at the crowded room, fighting the violent urge to snap her wrist in half.

I can’t, I can’t force her, and if I show up asking her dad for her he will know we are mates and will send her with me no matter what she wants. When I try to get a better look at Fin, I can't see much of him, dark hair pulled into a stupid bun thing, dark pants and a dark jacket with his collar popped. “I think the 80’s called and want their style back.” “HA! That’s good!” The live band playing ques up a slow song, and I swear Selene is torturing me! ****See the pyramids along the Nile, And watch the sunrise on the tropic isle, but just remember, darling, all the while,

He seemed to shake a little, and I don't know if he was afraid of me or why. "Something weird is going on in this castle. One, Selene's room has only one key, and people seem to always have access to the room even after she has locked it. While we were having breakfast, she began to itch all around her and we attended to it, only for her to turn all red-" "I thought you didn't care about her." He suddenly interrupted.

I planned to pound her senseless, work my dick until I was too spent to think, to forget her even for just a few hours. I showed up right where she told me, and the second that door swung open, she was bare-ass naked. Every curve and fold of her perfect body on display. Our lips crashed together hard, her tongue twisting with mine, and fuck if she didn't get me rock hard in seconds, my cock throbbing against my pants like it had a mind of its own. Selene's a pro, a top-tier escort, keeps a politician wrapped around her finger, and knows exactly how to work a dick. That's why she's my favorite. No strings, just sex and cash, and she's got more sense than half the people I know.

“She’s my mate, Callum.” “What?” he breathed. I looked back at her. She was barely conscious, slumped against the cold wall. She looked so frail and underfed. Her breathing was shallow and uneven. I wanted to hold her. To shield her and tear apart anyone who had laid a hand on her. “Open this cell before I break it down myself,” I growled. And I could. I was an Obsidian wolf, one of the most powerful wolves alive. If they refused, I would rip the bars out of the stone and use them to crush their heads.

There were also luxurious carts that had expensive curtains and leather chairs, driving around the castle. I guess they are the powerful nobles in the immortal Heaven Court. However, I'm yet to see anyone with sacred beasts or heavenly beasts or even magical vessels. I guess those rare means of transportation belong exclusively to the royal wolf emperor Richard Ferguson. There were also fountains, one was in front of Richard's palace. Jasmine also informed me that there were few waterfalls in the castle and one of the waterfalls even has a mountain view where Richard goes for his personal retreat. Royal moon pack and the immortal Heaven's court as a whole was obviously prosperous.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

(Flora's POV) It was a bright and sunny day. Accompanied by Betty and Nick, we walked our way to the sanatorium. As I learned, Leo picked this very high-end and modern sanatorium equipped with state-of-the-art facilities and professional medical care for Caitlyn Christian. I thought she would have a pleasant and easy time here.

“We never met in person. Everything was done digitally—payments through cryptocurrency, communications through burner phones. I don’t even know her real name, I just—” “But you recognize her voice,” Enzo observes. “We’ve talked a few times. She… she wanted updates and photographs. She was very specific about what she wanted.” “And what exactly did she want?” The man hesitates, and I can see him weighing his options. Tell the truth and face Anastasia’s wrath, or stay silent and face Enzo’s. Apparently, Enzo is the more immediate threat. “She wanted to know when Miss Georgia was alone. When she didn’t have security around her. Times and places where she’d be vulnerable.” He can’t meet my eyes.