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If your wolf is too weary to speak, just maintain the connection and let my frequency carry the room. Perhaps the dark hours make every shifter vulnerable to the phantom pull of the bond. As I sat there trying to formulate a rejection that would stick, the device in my hand began to vibrate with his direct signal. Seeing no textual refusal, Ada’s predatory instincts calculated a split chance that my wolf would yield, and he had thrown the call through. My heart thudded against my ribs as the vibration pulsed against my palm; after a brutal internal battle between locking the screen or acknowledging the Alpha, my finger slid across the glass.

The book was just in the living room on the coffee table. She graced me with a smile that dazzled me and left my heart fluttering. “I have a cheesy romance novel about dragons on mine.” “Dragons, you say.” My grin widened. “Yeah,” She blushed as she folded up the wrapper from her now finished sandwich and tucked it under her drink cup. “I like shifter romances.” “Maybe I can borrow it sometime?” I said, watching her cheeks heat up with a blush. “I don’t know, it’s a bit… Graphic.”

And everything changed. The sensation wasn't cold or hot. It was like a surge of electricity spreading through her entire body. She saw flashes of images: ancient forests, palaces, swords, blood. She felt the exhilaration of running free as a shifter, the agony of betrayal, the loneliness of thousands of years. All of Morat’s emotions flooded into her.

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."

I walk her up two flights of stairs to my personal room, the young Phoenix shifter fast asleep in my arms, as naked as the day she was born, but she was Absolutely perfect, from the freckle on a hip to the small spot that appeared on her forehead. I would be proud to call her mine, but something tells me she doesn't feel the way that we do, that she doesn't know what the bond is. whilst I have no problem teaching her, I'm not sure the others would feel the same way they have never been as patient as I am. I know that most of them decided a long time ago that they didn't want to Mate, Leaving me with the task of trying to convince them.

“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.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.