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John whispers by my ear, “No, boy. I'm not your mother. I'm not going to break you in one small action; I'm going to take my fucking time.” The door slams open with a roar, and everything in the room shakes. John throws himself off me in alarm, and I collapse to my knees, drinking in heavy gulps of air, of life. I can't stop shuddering from where he punctured me. All the hash browns I ate 20 minutes ago come spilling onto the ground. That roar pierces the air again, and I dare to turn around. A large, familiar wolf stands at the entrance; his dark fur and blue eyes almost make me feel safe.

I absolutely hate when wolves use my full name, but my inner beast is secretly shocked he actually bothered to remember it. He shoves his massive hands into his pockets, towering over my sitting form like some ancient pack deity. His blue eyes drop down to scan the cover of my book—it's a super explicit, feral wolf smut novel. It's my absolute favorite comfort read, the exact book that dragged my wolf into the world of erotic wolf romance. It's basically my version of zoning out after a brutal week. A wicked, dirty smirk spreads across his full lips. "You like dominant alpha kink, pup?"

Luckily for me, there was an online reading platform where I could read novels of my choice. I picked up a werewolf novel written by one of my favorite authors, *The Beta and I*, and after reading one chapter, I was hooked. DUKE I don't know whether or not Precious perceived the scent of another woman on my body. After I got back and entered the room I shared with my brothers, her face was calm, and she didn't say anything.

Spencer smirked as he took another bite of his food. The tortellini tasted like chalk in my mouth. After three bites, I couldn’t eat anymore. Pushing it around, I was able to keep a few grapes down before I pushed the plate away completely. A sudden wave of authority spread over me as my wolf recognized a new alpha. “You didn’t eat much.” Maddox walked up, keeping his eyes on my plate. “I ate enough.” Pushing back, I didn’t want to be parented. My mind was just on what I knew happened.

Gabriel walked through the battlefield like a ghost, untouched, unharmed. I tightened my grip on my knives, adrenaline spiking for a whole new reason. We pushed through the shattered front doors of the building. Inside, the chaos was even worse. Smoke stung my eyes. The air reeked of blood and burnt flesh. Broken glass crunched under my boots. Hunters and wolves clashed everywhere, in the halls, in the training rooms, in the stairwells. I didn't have time to think. Instinct took over. A wolf lunged at me, lean, fast, eyes burning yellow.

He asked, I look at him and there I saw a dog wagging his tail. "No," I responded that made him gloomy. "I promise I won't meddle with you." He said. I just ignored him and continued what I am doing. I've been reading this book titled 'Lily of the Valley meets Wolf Boy'. It's a famous book written by the most famous author nowadays, which is Phoenix. The story is about a sick but energetic girl that met a weird boy who was raised by wolves. They met in a city where the boy got lost. That boy is kind of anxious about how people treat him because of his different from usual behavior. The girl helped her and they became friends.

ll be fun! "If only he'd pay us any attention," Rosy grumbled, then turned her gaze to Mel. "Will you be going?" "If I finish this in time," she waved the book from class in the air. "Is it really that good?" Candice asked. "Very!" Mel replied, keeping the book on the table. The cover drew my attention, coupled with the fact that I wanted to block the conversation they were having about boys and their sexual escapades. I stared at the wolf on the cover and at the back of a man. That aside, there was nothing except the title and the author's name.

As nice as she seemed, her intimidation factor just went up a new level with the supposed demon having mated her. I tried to imagine a wolf with glowing eyes, and couldn't. All I could picture were Oliver's pitch-black ones. I jumped as Aspen burst through the back door, covered in sweat. The plates in my hands dropped into the sink roughly. I flinched, knowing at least one had broken. "Thank the Goddess, there are leftovers. I was dying out there smelling the food without getting to try any." Aspen said as she made her way to the tray and picked up one of the last pieces of chicken with her fingers and began to eat with a loud moan of approval.

This was coming together nicely. As I watched his eyes, they seemed to sparkle, more intently than normal. His breathing sped slightly at our close proximity, his lips parted. He took a step towards me, and when I didn’t move away from him or protest, he took another, and then another, until his mouth was mere inches from mine. I couldn’t explain it. But I needed to be close to him. I leaned in to him, pressing my lips against his and wrapping my arms around his neck. My wolf suddenly perked up, and it felt like his did too. In unison, our wolves both spoke one word, a word that had us jumping apart in shock. “Mate.”

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.