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“Please do you know where my bag is? I was with it in the forest, but I haven't seen it since.” “I found it. It's in my study. I can bring it up to you now if you'd like” he said. “There's no need to trouble you. I can pick it up tomorrow.” I replied “Okay. Good night Ares.” He said and leaned down to kiss my forehead “Good night” I whisper, stunned by his actions. He turns off the lights as he walks out. I get lulled into sleep by his scent. My nightmares wake me up in the middle of the night.

We weren't children. I let out a heavy breath and threw my arm over my eyes.Why won't my brain just shut off? A faint click from the front door broke the quiet of the apartment, followed by the low groan of the hinges. Ares was finally home from work. I slid out from under the covers and padded into the living room. Ares was already slumped on the sofa, his shoulders dropped in complete exhaustion. "Good evening," I said softly. He started slightly, blinking up at me through the dim light. "You're still up? It's past midnight."

(Ares POV) I entered in the pack and the guards greeted me with warm smiles. I didn’t inform anyone about my arrival because I wanted to give them a surprise. I wanted to see the waves of happiness on their faces, especially my mother’s and brother’s smiles. I happily walked towards the packhouse. I was not a bad-looking person at all. I was 5’9 with blonde hair and baby-blue eyes. Although, I have a well-built body but on the leaner side. I have a narrow waist and a fair complexion. My brother Rowan was a bit different than me as he was quite a looker. He has 6’3 height with light blue eyes but a tan complexion. His hair was dirty brown just like my father's. He was the favorite son of my f

“You do not watch performances, don’t you?” “I find it a waste of time. I would rather read a book in my place." After that conversation, Azrick and the brunette woman had a staring contest, only for the increasing tension to be cut by Jack serving tea to the sudden guest. “Here, Ms. Martinex, have some tea.” “Just call me Auria. I’m more used to that.” the brunette woman— bearing the name of Auria Martinez, took the cup and took a sip as she slid an envelope towards Azrick.

I mumble. "GODDAMN." "Good night!!"

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

Her hand reached up to his nape, caressing it, gently pulling him down to share a deep, hungry kiss. Arnulfo couldn’t stop himself from moaning again as he touched the hardness pressing under his pants. “Sir,” He snapped out of it when he heard Ruel’s voice. He looked at the cellphone on the table. “You know what to do, Ruel. Bring Lilliane to me, and I don’t want this taking any longer. I need her now. And whoever is helping her—you know what to do. Tear Lucena apart. And if you must intercept my wife at the terminal, then do it.”

KATHERINE ASHFORD I woke up first the next morning. The chamber was still dark and smelled of sex. Nikolai slept behind me, one arm across my waist, the other tucked beneath my head like a pillow. His breathing was slow and even, deep enough that I could feel it against the back of my neck. Even unconscious, he held me like something fragile and irreplaceable, his fingers curled just tight enough to remind me he was there, that he wasn’t letting go.

I probably sound desperate now, because I have no idea why I am explaining myself to a man in a really serious relationship, apparently heading for marriage. “Hi,” Roman says, stretching his hand out for a shake. Ares ignores him totally, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him. “Ares, stop,” I yell, struggling with his tight grip. “I have to say goodbye to Roman first. And why are you even rude to him when he has done nothing wrong?” "Fine!" He lets me go so fast that I almost fall to the ground. "Go say goodbye to your little boyfriend." He leaves me standing there, striding to his car and disappearing behind the wheel. Sighing, I turn around to talk to Roman. But he isn’t there any