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AIDEN All night, I slept peacefully, waking up the next morning to Blake’s right arm resting heavily around my waist. The bright light of the sun came in through the open curtains, almost blinding. When I moved, I let out a gentle wince because my ass and the rest of my body still felt sore—although in the best way possible—after our rather long night of exploring each other's bodies with hands and hard cocks. Blake had not taken mercy on me with the impalement, taking me so many times till I could not longer cum. And that was when, he had allowed me to fall back in bed, into the sleep that I really needed after being drained.

To everyone still enjoying this series, I thank you for your kindness. Your time. Your consideration for my stories. Weaving all these tales for you has been nothing short of a blessing. You are my greatest achievement and I applaud you for keeping up with my (sometimes) horrible writing habits. I want to tell you about the next book... the second last one in the series. Her Original Wolf. Unlike the previous three, this one will not be a reverse harem. But still spicy. This will be the book that defines the lore. The Origin Story of the Moon Goddess and how the wolves came to be.

I hand him the sex toy, slowly unzipping the full-length leather suit I step out of it. His breathing getting faster. I lay down in front of him, pulling his hand and the sex toy towards me. His hand holding the wand against my clit, my eyes watching as his cock pushes against the chastity. My moans rise as I orgasm, watching the video on TV, my hand grabbing my breast.

Dante said while holding Prince Xander Reenan's hand. ***** Moments before. The prince's increasingly tired body began to lose its sense. He lay down beside princess Alleta Wolfrentie. He lifted his head to stare at the ceiling. "If you want to meet and talk to the princess, you must enter her world. I can't keep her up for long. My time is almost here." A man's voice kept whispering in the prince's ear. Prince Xander tried to ignore it but couldn't. His vision started to blur. He felt like he was floating, as if something was working inside him. He couldn't move his legs anymore, then slowly the rest of his body couldn't move either. His ears slowly could not hear, then a few moments later

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I look at them for a long time. Then I go to my desk and I open the Meridian file and I read the first paragraph and I close the file. I sit in the dark with the city outside and the silence of a house that has only ever had one person in it and something in the third layer pressing, very quietly, against the walls of its containment. She is staying local. I told myself this was over.

Outside the medical wing, Xander stood in the shadow of a towering obsidian pillar, his golden eyes shimmering like metal as he watched the flicker of the medical lights. He didn't need to hear Evangeline’s warning to know the truth. He had planned for the beacon. He had anticipated the call. To him, the monstrous scale of the coming conflict wasn't a threat; it was the final stage of "Phase 4". "Let the entities come," Xander whispered to the dark, his voice a lethal, vibrating low that matched Silas’s own. "Let the pre-Veil hunt begin. I’ve waited twenty-five years for a target this bright."

Fiona and I exchange looks when he shifts and dashes out. “What is it?” I ask when Fiona starts pacing. She must be picking up and making sense of the howls. “I don’t know. The howls. They are specific. Rogues and death…” she says, and starts hyperventilating. I rush to her like a caring friend. “Fiona, are you okay?” “They…they are specific…” she halts. “It is a royal…an heir…Xaden,” she shakes her head, refusing to believe what is very clear in my mind.

I grumbled. My heart was pounding against my rib cage by this point. The Chasers were here. Their footsteps were in the hallway. I was cornered, no way out. No magic, no weapon. Nothing but a cabbit, a Fate that could make amazing food, and useless me. Eros was consumed by a black pillar of energy. My jaw dropped as I stared as lightning crackled inside the building. When it cleared a form appeared from the midst. He had coal-black wings and hair to match, but those deep blue eyes I'd recognize anywhere. He nodded his head at me as he tilted it to the side. "Holly, this is my true form."

It was the moment I saw that the sweat beads around her body had dried up and her skin was at its normal temperature again. Also, it was moments after that new development that Xenia walked into the house in a frenzy. She’d taken the first flight away from her wellness retreat camp and hurried over once Xander informed her of April’s critical condition. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” she was breathing heavily as she crouched beside April, placing a palm over her heart and another on her forehead. She didn’t even wait to get a reply or an update from any of us before she started to chant in an ancient language, doing what she knew how to do best.