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"Did you hear something else?" Mia gestured, her little hands grasping the hare more tight. "Mom said assuming you flew off the handle, Grandmother would make everything better. Like she generally does." Cath's breath was trapped in her throat. The walls of the review appeared to shut in, the heaviness of the selling out choking out her. But it wasn’t just the betrayal anymore. It was the conspiracy. And she was all alone.

Sophie's Point Of View Two beautiful women walked in to greet Alpha Lottana. And one of them walked towards me. "Hi, I'm Annabelle, one of Lottana's concubines." Her voice sounded so welcoming and genuine. "I'm Sophie. His new concubine." I answered with a gloomy look on my face. I was too ashamed to introduce myself as Lottana's concubine. "Come off it, it's not that bad here.

Corny and certainly not easy to read. There used to be a time when Catherine was my favorite Concubine, she was a crazy wolf once in bed, the queen of seduction. I loved that fact about her, how she made me jerk off just by watching her rub on her cunt. I could feel every blood in my vein bubble as she walked into the hall. I shut my eyes close, trying to brush her though off from my kind, I was done with her and she clearly only was some leach to me. I saw her gaze, she knew what she was doing to me, but then I smirked looking away towards Nyla.

I'm so fucking hungry for Azriel after all. A smirk lifted his lips. “Should I get your colleagues then? Since you're not interested?” “Colleagues?” I tilted my head because what was that supposed to mean “Concubines.” Wait a second. It hit. “Excuse me?” Did he just call me a concubine? “Since you can't breed anymore, you're my hot concubine, the hottest one I can't seem to fuck—” “If you try bringing any of those women here—”

I already agreed to Christian’s offer to come to his apartment. Trapped between an uncle and nephew from the deadliest clan in the country, Vivienne knew she had just stepped into a labyrinth of sin with no way out. However, when she remembered Dominic and Giselle’s faces, Vivienne shut her eyes tightly, locked away her fear, and prepared herself to become the kept woman of four powerful men.

“Get out, foul spirit, in the name of the Lord!” “God must be giving our saint a vision! I bind you, spirit of confusion!” someone else shouts. Within seconds, half the convent is circling me, hands raised, praying so loudly that the chapel rings with their voices. I want to laugh and cry at once. Why do they all think I’m so pure? If they knew the “demon” was the memory of a boy’s hand on my waist—and how badly I want him near me again—they’d never let me back in this chapel.

Decreash imperial Palace The muffled moans of Jazell in her chamber were the only noise breaking the silence. Buried between her legs was a concubine, who was servicing her passions, making her head spin with ecstasy. "Ugh, huh! Jazell pressed both lips together as she pushed her ass towards the face of the concubine, spreading her legs and giving her more access. Her hands clenched the sheets as her mouth hung open, her chest heaving from

Chapter 7 The Concubines GAEL’S POV My forehead ached as I leaned into the couch, humming in satisfaction at the soft hands massaging my shoulder. I had quite a long day running the pack's activities, which could be exhausting. I entered my private chamber, where a few of my concubines swayed their waists to entertain me and make me feel better. The reason why I love having them around is because they provide a distraction. The front door yanked open violently, but I kept my eyes closed, not bothering to open them. "Get out, you sluts!" Gemma yelled at them in her most controlling tone.

Fear of death made her heart shiver. "I am all you have." His hot breath fanned over her frozen-cold face. "Sell your soul to me, Laylin." She looked back in disbelief at the devilishly handsome face through her tears. "Abdicate your title, leave your name, and be my concubine, I'll dissolve all charges against you." Whispering, he ran his finger smoothly on her plump lips. 'Concubine? A concubine when she was set to be his legal wife? He wanted her to live like a mistress! Was it so he could make her his wife...?'

The air crackled with an irresistible energy, and I knew this would be a night to remember—a night of passion and profound connection. My wife, exhausted from our shared intimacy, succumbed to sleep. I carefully carried her back to the mansion, guided by the moonlight. Her weight was insignificant, and I cherished the sight of her peacefully slumbering in my arms. Our love had been consummated, and I couldn't help but hope that she found as much satisfaction in our union as I did. With a smirk, I reveled in the knowledge that I had given my all to our love.