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At the same time that he rolled out of it’s way, Arya jumped on it’s back. It bucked around the room wildly, trying to throw her off. The deafening screech spewed out of its mouth. She dug in deeper with her claws. Her teeth tore into the leather in a frenzy, focusing her attack in that soft area behind the flaps. A red slow pulse emitted from just beneath a flap. ‘At the center of most creatures lies the heart.’ His mother’s words carried through the fog of war. He lunged at the heart. Tearing with his teeth, clawing with his razor sharp nails. He ripped through the hard leather and tore it’s heart out with his teeth.

Isobelle I finished getting ready, then took a moment to compose myself. Madame Bennett had awakened thanks to the active werewolf gene. Someone needed to keep those wayward quadruplets in check, and my wolf side wanted to snap at their tails and remind them who she was — who I was. Their mate. Their equal. I twisted the doorknob, peeping through the crack between the wood. Bare bodies scurried past my line of sight in a blur. A distinct sign they heard me approaching. I took two deep breaths before striding out through the bedroom door. The musky essence of arousal filled my airways, feeding my confidence.

I move through bodies, sniffing the air and huffing in frustration. Too many bodies between me and what is mine. I move through the battlefield on elongated limbs that bend and flex in ways nature never intended. My claws sink deep into churned earth, each step tearing trenches into soil and bone alike. Wolves scatter when they see me. Some try to stand their ground. “Find it,” the beast inside me croons, her voice layered beneath mine. “The Heart calls.” I lift my head and inhale. Copper. Ash. Fear. And beneath it—

We’re going wild tonight. - The bass hit like a heartbeat, loud, steady, alive. “Cave” looked like every other upscale club tucked into the heart of the city, all neon haze and expensive drinks, but beneath the surface, it was made for wolves like us. Most humans didn’t even know what they were walking into. It didn’t matter. I didn’t come here for the music. Or the crowd. Or the sleek interior with its hidden scent barriers and padded walls built to handle a wolf’s temper.

Building blocks spelling out words that would never be finished. The screams echoed through every room. Desperate pleas for mercy. Mothers trying to shield their babies. Fathers fighting hopeless battles against something they couldn't understand. Three hundred thousand people. Men, women, children. An entire bloodline wiped out in a single night of uncontrolled rage. And in the center of it all, a beast with silver eyes and claws like razors, tearing through anyone who crossed his path. The curse had taken him completely that night, turned him into something monstrous and unstoppable.

He and Levi had been experiencing it for five years now, but since he found his mate, his inner beast has become more aggressive in taking over him. It was the reason why Levi had been keeping an eye on him. However, he would also want some privacy – especially now that he already had Shea. But then, this was something that he had to get a grip of. Denver’s mind was drifting somewhere else when he suddenly felt his heart thumping so fast inside his chest. He tried to swallow hard, but his breathing became so heavy, that he couldn’t move his limbs – causing the wineglass that he was holding to fall from his grip.

She sits up straight in her chair, leaning in. I nod. “Well, imagine something like one of those beasts—the long snout, pointy fangs, enormous tongue that doesn’t quite fit, uncontrollable slobbering, mangy fur, and these evil-looking unholy eyes. Imagine being caught somewhere between that wolf-like creature and a human. Mangled, twisted bones set at strange angles with patches of skin and tufts of fur.” I shake my head, my stomach turning just thinking about it. No, I can’t allow her to see me. Bexley isn’t leaning away from me. She doesn’t get up and dart out the door. Instead, she reaches a hand across the table. My paw lies within her reach. I want to pull it away, but I don’t.

"I heard you begging... I couldn't leave you." On the ledge above, Morgessa’s face went ghastly white. Her green eyes widened in sheer, unadulterated horror as she watched the dead King rise from the snow, holding his mate like she was the only thing keeping the world from spinning off its axis. Caspian sat up, bringing me with him, his arm locked around my waist, his silver eyes turning slowly toward the woman on the cliff. The Beast wasn't just awake. He was completely, terrifyingly whole. And as he looked at Morgessa, the smile that touched his blood-stained lips made my own blood run cold with dark, wild anticipation.

They had their own world now—a world of heat, size, and a hunger that would never end. The Beast had found his bride, and the fire would burn forever in the dark heart of the mountain.

had only ever been Waiting for me to be Fat enough with Power to be Worth the Bite. "You aren't a Queen, Mother," the Beast stated, its eyes turning into two hollow, violet Zeros. "You are a High-Density Energy-Source on the blueprint of my hunger. And I am the Mouth". The claws lashed out, and a beam of Absolute Carnal Necessity hit my chest. It didn't burn; it Hollowed. I felt my "Too Much" energy being compressed into "Prey-Variables." My rage was being turned into "Adrenaline for the Chase"; my grief was being turned into "The Salt of the Blood".