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he started again, and I leaned down toward him. “I was what? Kinder, docile, easy to manipulate?” I asked, and he stared at me in shock. He opened his mouth to speak, but I raised my index finger to it. “Shhh. Back then, I was trying my best to keep you away. I didn’t want to ruin you. You’re just so perfect, so stubborn, so beautiful. If only you’d let go when I asked you to…” I leaned down and kissed him. “I’ll tell you an interesting fact about the shifter realm, something you should know about alphas. It’s a topic for one of our next classes anyway, It's also a well known fact, so I can tell you.” I grabbed his jaw and stroked it.

I lie next to her and look down into her gorgeous hazel eyes. "This may surprise you, but I've never been with any woman. Shifters aren't like humans. We're repulsed even at the thought of getting intimate with anyone who isn't our mate. What about you? How many men have you been with?" I can tell she doesn't want to say, but the answer doesn't matter. "I've been with two, but the most recent was over a year ago. I'm sorry. If I had known, I would have waited." Sherri looks like she's going to cry, but I don't want her to feel ashamed.

“Are you really a shifter?” “Huh?” I shake my head and laugh. “Shifter. Or werewolf. In paranormal romance books, any sort of were or shifter is always described as being warmer than normal humans.” Wes raises an eyebrow, looking amused. “I didn’t know that.” “I’m a little weird. Maybe I should have warned you.” Slowly, he angles his body toward me and brings one arm up, resting it on the back of the couch behind me. “I like weird.”

I couldn't sleep again immediately after Milo’s call so I reached out to my nightstand and picked up the book I’d started earlier in the week: an anthology of paranormal romance stories. I had continued to read everything I could lay my hands on about werewolf shifters. And recently I decided to buy a few paperback of paranormal romance. I flipped through the pages until I found Story Five. It was just three chapters, I noted with a small smile. Perfect, by the time I finished with it, I was sure I would doze off.

“What happens when a marked shifter undergoes the Lycan ritual?” The older woman had been standing beside Aislin, her mid-length silver hair hanging loosely around her face, her gentle lilac eyes wandering between all of us. She folded her arms pensively. “It would be detrimental for both parties,” said Muriel, “interrupting the telepathic bond by emphasizing the physical aspects over the mental. It would usually include discomfort, agitation, pain, all sensations associated with the lycan’s hybrid form. Lack of control as a lycan would counteract the blessing of the marking ritual. Instead of harnessing the full potential of a shifter’s beast, they become… monstrous, feral. Stronger at the

she yelled at him. “I would never disrespect our Moon Goddess like that. Fated mates are to be cherished.” He told her. “Who is she!?” Tiffany screamed. “I need to know! I demand to know who you're abandoning me for. Throughout all these years, Maximus, I've patiently awaited the moment for you to step up and make me your Luna. I've been entirely dedicated to you all this time. You go out for one final hurrah with your friends, and then you return mated to someone else. For the love of everything, please, reveal who the hell she is?” Her rage was palpable, as her face flushed with anger and her brows twisted into a threatening scowl. Maximus, taken aback by the intensity of her emotions, too

“We have studied any recovered books or records thoroughly over the years, as we do with any new pieces that find their way to us, for the most part we all assumed that the writings in here were children’s stories, and nothing but fiction written by an imaginative soul, and that may still be the case, but now I’m not so sure.” “The book is filled with tales, short stories really, relaying the life stories of shifters who were blessed or cursed by the Moon Goddess. It really does read as fantastical ramblings rather than anything of fact. But one of the stores tells of mated shifters both cursed and blessed by the Goddess. Cursed to a lonely life, one of solitude until they meet their perfect

“I was being serious.” “I know. I was too… Kind of.” I shrug a lazy shoulder. “You know you read too many of those damn shifter books, right?” “Yeah, and there’s still no shame in my name.” I waggle my brows to annoy her more. “No, but I am pretty sure BITCH is.” She sticks her tongue out at me. “That is still debatable.”

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he