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He’d be his normal loud self and tear her to verbal shreds. Her gaze swept the room, studying the New Species. They were brave for all they’d endured, every single one of them a victim of big business screwing them over. A pharmaceutical company, Mercile Industries, had created genetically altered humans using animal DNA, had reared them inside secret facilities and forced them to endure decades of horrendous testing on their tortured bodies. They’d done it to make money and worse, they’d been funded in part by the government.

— men in exchange for coins. His words scare me because I really don't know anything about the world that awaits me outside, but I maintain my posture. He won't bend me. My weapon is sarcasm. — Is what I have here as your prisoner better than this? Their lips part. I don't know exactly how I did it, but I'm absolutely sure I offended him until his imposing posture cracked. — Are you saying that-... Damn it, female! — the wolf passes his huge hand over his face and on his ring finger there is a large silver ring with a shiny black stone on top.

“Thank you, sir. I’m Amerie. Your shop is lovely. Do you have any books or old maps of the surrounding area? I’d love to learn more about my new home.” “Ah, of course. Down the third aisle toward the end you’ll find one book by Caneen alongside some old maps.” He pointed at the aisle. Amerie thanked him and went to the book and maps. She took a bite of the chocolate pastry as she glanced at the shelves. As she walked down the aisle, she noticed small wolves carved into the columns of the bookshelves. The book Tom had mentioned seemed old yet not very worn. The front cover was black with a golden paw print, and the author’s name was in green at the top. The spine of the book read “The Town of

You've watched too many wolf movies! "No, I read the novel on your work desk. Don't you like reading books about wolves making love to humans? Beastiality, huh? Want to be eaten by a wolf? Want to be brutalized by an animal?" "That's absurd!" "Oh, my dear. Your taste in reading material will reveal what lies hidden within you. I'm sure you want to be ravished and pounded by a beast, or at least by a man as ruthless as a beast. I'm confident that I can brutalize you. Ah, it must be pleasurable to brutalize this chubby body of yours! Soft and arousing."

An older wolf carrying a stack of books blinked at her. She blinked back. The wolf blinked again. Then his eyes widened. “The human.” Before Nova could respond, the books immediately hit the floor. “Oh no.” “What?” “The Alpha.” “What about him?” The older wolf looked genuinely alarmed. “Does he know you’re wandering around?” Nova folded her arms. “I am an adult.” The wolf looked unconvinced. Then he hurried away carrying his books. Actually hurried. Like he wanted to be somewhere else before Kael found out. Nova narrowed her eyes.

Sandra proudly holds up a novel featuring a shirtless pirate hugging a woman while lightning strikes behind them. "I think I win." I raise the book in my hand. Mine features a billionaire standing on a mountain wearing a tuxedo while wolves howl around him. Sandra stares at it. "Why are there wolves?" "I don't know." "Why is he on a mountain?" "I also don't know." "Why is he wearing a tuxedo?" "I've stopped asking questions." She laughs so hard she has to lean against a bookshelf. "I cannot believe someone approved this." "The wolves approved it."

Trapped by the she-devil who happens to be the daughter of THE Alexander Wolf, a notorious Mafia Boss. When Noah Smith shared a steamy and passionate night with Serena Wolf at a nightclub, he thought that would be the last time he will see her. But Serena had other plans. She lures him into her web of lies and uses her money and power to trap him into an unwanted marriage. Will he escape his beautiful yet cruel bride and her ruthless father? Or will he be stuck with her until death do them apart? Prologue:

Looking at it now, I couldn't believe how foolish I'd been. "Elara." A voice came from the gate. I looked up. Silas stood there, a bag of fruit in his hand. Silas was a neighbor I'd met here. A native wolf of the Southern Pack. He ran a small architectural design studio. When I first arrived, I'd happened to apply for a position there. That was how we met. "How are you feeling today?" He walked in and set the fruit on the table. "Brought you some oranges. Thought you might like them."

Miss you guys. Then I drop the phone again. My hands are shaking slightly. The silence of the large, unfamiliar room hums around me, a waiting silence. I break it first. “So, Isla… what are wolves actually like? Besides possessive and obsessed with titles.” She chuckles, a comforting, rolling sound in my mind. "Depends on the wolves, really. These ones? Traditional. Bound to cultures, customs, rituals, and strict hierarchy. Honestly, they cling to traditions more than any other supernatural creature I know. It's their method of staying grounded and hidden."