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I dreamt of Kellen and Mike, sitting in the royal garden at our favorite fountain as the three of us lay three gazing at the stars. I dreamt of the library, the flickering pages, and glowing words. The dream was different, in slow motion as the same page floated down around me, one phrase highlighted amongst the others: She will rise above the kings and take her place as queen of alphas. The Queen of all shifters.

Her cheeks flushed, her eyes smoldered and her lips rounded into a beautiful 'O' perfect for? "You've got to be kidding me. You have a boner!" An unfortunate aspect to the life of a shifter: nakedness, because clothes were such fragile, easily lost items. Rule number five in the guy shifter hand book, though? Unless you can do something about it, pretend you don't see the erect evidence. Ignoring his wildly inappropriate hard on ? her fault, she turned him on after all in the first place ? he forged ahead. "There is nothing wrong with a virile male showing appreciation of a pleasing female form in the most visible compliment available."

“You can’t just...” “I can.” I cut her off, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And I will.” Her jaw set, but before she could retort, her body betrayed her, a soft, involuntary roll of her hips, seeking friction. A flush crept up her neck. She hated that, hated how transparent she was when the heat was riding her. I didn’t mind. I liked seeing the cracks in her armor. Liked knowing I was the one who put them there. “This isn’t...” She swallowed, her voice thicker now. “This isn’t right.”

“Stay away from anything marked ‘IDT.’” She picked up a stack of books and moved them to the table by the shelves. “Okay. I’ll be here.” “Don’t feel bad if we don’t get enough done today. At least you got started. Things should pick up now that you have.” She loved that Gerri helped match curvy women with shifters—shifters who loved curves. It looked like things weren’t going to work out with James. She might consider asking Gerri to match her. As it was, she’d gone on four dates with James and had fallen asleep on two and zoned out on the others.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

I fan myself with my book, trying to think of anything except sex. The problem is… we’re reading a really boring book in English and the teacher wants us to spend the class period reading. Yep, turns out even shifters having boring old books too. And we’re reading some fictional, forbidden love story between a tiger shifter and a raven shifter. Which sounds great, in theory. But the words they use make it feel more like I’m trying to decipher an ancient language. It’s worse than Shakespeare. Phoenix asks who Shakespeare is and even I don’t have an answer for that one. All I know is that I’d rather be reading Harry Potter during English. Or, literally, anything from this century would be grea

"The cat shifter you and Lazarus took an interest in. I want in. I want her." QUICK NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Hello, beautiful souls! < 3 I'm really sorry it's taken me so long to update this, but I guess I've been a little too focused on a new project. Since there's a new LGBTQ+ contest on the platform now, I'm all sorts of excited to participate, so I was a little too anal with the plot and pulling those chapters together. If you're into MxM romances with some shifter action, you'll be happy to see my first same-sex couple creation next week. In the meantime, I'll do my best to focus on a reasonable schedule for this book, possibly settling with new chapters every day or every other day. I hop

“I hate every one of you. “I never want to see any of you again.” Then the light swallowed me. And I disappeared from the shifter world for good. --- Three years had passed since I returned to my own world. At first, I still woke from nightmares, trapped again in that other life. But work grew busier. Time moved on. Slowly, the memories faded. The shifters’ faces blurred until they no longer seemed real. Sometimes, I wondered whether it had all been nothing more than a nightmare.

"Hey, Vivienne, what's going on? You’ve seemed off all morning." She forced a tight smile, but her eyes betrayed her inner turmoil. "Oh, nothing. Just the idea of destiny and inevitable connections doesn't sit well with me. Sounds like a convenient excuse for avoiding the messiness of real relationships." Marcus sighed, taking the book from her and setting it aside. His hands enfolded her own, thumbs rubbing gentle, rhythmic circles into the skin of her palm. "I get it. It's not everyone's cup of tea. But for many shifters, it's a source of comfort, knowing that there's someone out there who's meant for them, someone who understands them on a level beyond what words can express."

“How can you stand that? It sounds so shallow.” Her friend shrugged. “It is what it is. I couldn’t have the lifestyle I have if I weren’t his personal companion.” For the first time, shadows crept over her face, giving the other woman a hollow look that held traces of fear. “I won’t go back to the life I had before. Call it shallow or materialistic, but I have everything I need or want.” “But it costs your body.” Cleo shrugged. “It’s not a terrible price to pay, Madison. You just wait until tomorrow morning, after you’ve been his companion for the night. I think you’ll realize being his sometime-lover is one of those perks I mentioned, not a hardship.”