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**** "I'm sorry for keeping you waiting,'' I muttered to the driver, but he was only quiet. He looked so scary and intimidating. The back seat was open for me and he asked me to sit at the back. I did as he told me. He closed the door, and went back to the driver's seat, our eyes met and it sent cold chills down my spine. * * I dozed off, opening my eyelids the car stopped at a very big mansion. I was in awe! The mansion was beautiful and sparkling clean, the flowers there were blossoming, and everything about the house seemed beautiful and smelled of wealth. He opened the door and ushered me in. I was speechless after entering, the decorations of the house felt like I was in heaven. The dan

Breach either, be it friend, family, or business, and that person was out of her universe forever. After getting comfortable on her couch, Anna turned to the first page and started reading. Unlike the first time she began the manuscript, she was relieved to find that both her mind and body remained in her present home. She relaxed a bit more and scanned through the first several paragraphs, her usual first read-through method before she decided to either dump the rest of the book, or actually take her time to read every word. It didn’t take her more than a quick look for her to decide to commit to a thorough reading, even though it appeared she had heard, or rather dreamt, or maybe lived, th

She had been there one too many times already and she knew her way around its confusing, crooked pathways. She used her broom as support while wandering through the forest. For some reason, she could not remember her way out. The trees she passed by were unfamiliar to her and it seemed that she had not been in that part of Nardovoa before. She lost all bits of hope as she wandered around the woods, trying to figure out her way back. Fortunately, she found herself standing in front of an old and abandoned-looking cabin. However, the lighted lamp hanging on the cabin’s front porch post indicated that it was not abandoned at all. After a series of struggling steps, she made her way towards the

Charlie must have hidden inside the house because he was no longer on the porch, and even when we entered the living room, he was nowhere to be found. “Yeah, it was -” I cough, choking at the last word when Jessamine takes off her wet clothes without warning. “Take off your clothes, Aiden. I don’t want you to get sick.” She glanced over her shoulder as she removed her pants, keeping her underwear. I swallowed hard, scanning her divinely beautiful body. My mouth gaped when Jessamine turned around, looking like a seductive goddess in her black underwear. I had seen her naked many times, but today… I was captivated, bewitched.

Piper offered but Leath shook her head and searched for someone in her contacts. "Thank you but I think I have to handle this one myself, Piper," she handed the tablet to Piper and dialed a trusted acquaintance. Leath's father often associated his teachings with the traits of wolves. He often referred to Leath as an alpha wolf, the leader of the pack. She must know what's best for the "pack" and would be able to solve any challenge by herself. But how can she be the alpha when she was raised as a lone wolf? "Hello, Juno—" it was not his real name, "—help me take down a website," the man on the other side of the line chuckled and the sound of fast keyboard typing was heard.

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of cedar and old blood from the hallway. That girl. She is going to drive my wolf insane. It was so hard to look away from her in that room. She just threw her sweater and skirt onto the floor like it was nothing. My wolf was screaming at me to claim her right there, especially after what we did yesterday in the Canyon Stables. But I kept the beast locked up. I forced myself to look at the stone wall while she washed the mountain mud off her skin, talking about her night with the Petrov boy.

But she refused to be defeated. Amid the pile of documents, Nysaa's eyes fell on her mother's journal. It was a tangible connection to her foster mother, containing not just her personal experiences but also her deep-seated anger and desire for revenge against the Sinclair family, particularly Mace. Picking up the journal, Nysaa felt a surge of determination. Her foster mother's story was now intertwined with her own, and she couldn't let her memory be tarnished by Mace Sinclair's actions. She had to stand up for herself, just as her mother had wished.

She could feel the pulse of the pack's energy, like a rhythmic heartbeat. She noticed a clear change in her power. She woke up feeling different this morning; she felt more like a powerful wolf; her wild doesn't seem weak like it was before. But despite this newfound power, she felt…distant. Detached from the world around her, she felt alone. Her emotions seemed muted, her feelings numbed and her her heat heavy with a sense of foreboding. Talon entered the room, and he met Amelia's eyes open. Happy and Elated at the scene, He walked to her, sitting by her side.

His voice was smooth and windy, locked around her like the coiling of smoke. “ You can never be trusted, they would always see you as an endangered person, a dangerous force locked within the confine of their consciousness. No matter how you try to conform, their cage is your fate. But with me, no chains, no law would bind you, but only the reality of the untamed that was taken unfairly away from you.” Lydia reached out towards him, with her fingers trembling with expectation. And for the first time, she experienced an unfamiliar warmth against her fingertips - vibrant and alive. It was as if she felt hopeful within her.