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Prepare for a total rollercoaster, because this second series isn't only going to keep you at the edge of your seat, it would make you vent different kinds of emotion. The Book3 will coming up once I'm done with this series, I hope you continue to support me, encourage me and keeping shipping Roth&Tristan. If you haven't read the Book1, Kindly read it up so you can follow up the story till the end. Don't forget to share, Rate and Drop your comment! let's Go!! *********** THE SEX DOCTOR: BOOK2

In a matter of minutes, we saw the gorgeous blond-furred she-wolf under the sun. “Fvck me, Grant! Is that a wolf or a Goddess? No one can be that hot! I think I’ve found my perfect match. The Fates are drunk gargoyles and did something wrong. She must be my fated mate. Someone pretty like that can only be paired with the Daddy-o here! ” My silly wolf literally drooled, looking at her.

I flipped through the pages. Heart throbbing. Eyes watering. Uncontrollably. I wasn't running mad. I wasn't losing my mind. Everything that happened, every question I'd asked myself. It all made sense now. The dots connected. Too perfectly. Mate. That was the word. Dane's mate. And he knew. I sniffled. Turned through the pages of the book. Taking in all the new information. All at once. Overwhelming. Mates weren't a fantasy. They were rare but never impossible.

My brows drew together with a quizzical smile. She opened it slowly, reverently, turning page after page as she spoke. “This,” she said, “is the updated bio record of eligible women across near and almost allied packs. Every one of them has found their wolf and is searching for their fated mate. Others are willing to bond politically or strategically as well” She paused, then looked up at me. “I got it for you.” I stared at the book, disbelief creeping into my expression. I don’t think grandmother would resort to this again after the trick she played on me last night. Without a word, I reached out and closed it, the sound sharp in the quiet room.

she rolled her eyes. I blinked at her and then burst into laughter, “sorry Mom, but that had to be comical to see.” She chuckled, “oh your Uncle Steve thought it was and laughed for a good 30 minutes, but that’s not the point, I read the mating book,” she looked at it, “and fated mates seem to have struggles, but the benefits of the bond are worth more than what you go through for it.”

I was able to drag myself back to my little attic room, I guess there will be no breakfast for me today. Sure I was safe. I brought out my little treasure. It was a fairytale book. It was given to me as a gift by my parents during one of my birthdays. Before I lost their love that is. This book was the most important thing to me. It was filled with beautiful love stories that gave me hope. The mate bond was a beautiful thing, given by the moon goddess. Two people each with half of their souls come together to feel whole. Your mate is your other half, created by the moon goddess to love you, and be with you until you die. That was my only reason for continuing this wretched life. I would find

I steeled myself and suppressed that horrible urge to scream into the darkness. My eyes found another paragraph on the page, towards the bottom of the book. Something about the passage caught my attention, and I found myself reading further. I couldn’t peel my eyes away, even if I wanted to. This book—it could give me everything. The beginning, middle, and end. Who else knew the details of their entire life? I could change the future by knowing—I could see if I actually find the Game Master. “Though finding a mate lingered on her mind, she soon embraced the adventure and allure of Iridian. Little did she know, Rachel was going to get much more than she bargained for. Would Rachel venture int

To calm things down, the Actuarial Society set up an Open Challenge Match. Julian would face anyone to prove himself. The second the news dropped, I signed up. I wasn't looking for proof. I wanted closure. An answer for those five years I gave him. The day of the match, the place was packed. Cameras flashing nonstop. I sat across from Julian, staring at a face I knew too well. No nerves. No flutter. Just calm. The ref gave the signal—we both started running calculations. His model was sharp as ever. Controlled.

She grabbed my arm and began to pull me along with her whilst I tried to reconcile her words. “Those three?” I repeated, unable to hide my curiosity and she hummed. "My mate and his two friends, the Alpha and the Gamma. Now we can ward off all that testosterone with some feminine energy” She cheered gleefully and I couldn't help a smile as I let myself get dragged into the house, a warm feeling spreading through my chest at the realization that I just might have made my first friend yet.

The obsidian platform beneath the chaise began to rotate slowly, reflecting our three forms in its polished surface. "The algorithm matched all three of us," Liam said, his voice lower than I'd ever heard it. "What does that tell you?" I rose from the chaise, my heart hammering against my ribs. "That we've been lying to ourselves for far too long." Noah stepped closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne mixed with something uniquely him. "The Society doesn't just match people randomly. They look for... compatibility. Deep compatibility." "Psychological, emotional, physical," Liam added, his analytical mind clearly working to process what was happening. "Three separate profiles, thre