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“I am afraid there is no cure for Mad Wolf disease, Xyrra. I am truly sorry.” °°°°°°° Author Note: Dear Gentle Readers, what do you think of Alpha Sinclair and the Night Walkers? Will Ryker and Xyrra survive this? Do you believe that (like the theme of the contest this story is currently participating in) “Love Conquers All”? Two more chapters before the ending! Please stay tuned and if you enjoy this story, pretty please with a cherry on top give it a 5-star review and donate a gem! Thanks a million!

He had black hair that fell into his sharp brown eyes, nothing like the golden boy who had taken me to the infirmary. This one studied me like he already knew me. “You’re new.” I frowned. “And you’re nosy.” His mouth twitched, almost a smile. He closed the book carefully. “My name’s Luca.” “Raven.” “I know.” My brow arched. “How?” “People talk. And you don’t walk like a freshman.” His eyes stayed on me. “You’ve got history. Ridgeway loves a mystery transfer with baggage.” Unease crawled through me. “Do you read people for fun?”

A few students in nearby aisles had stopped pretending to read; whispers rippled through the stacks like wind through dry leaves. I didn’t flinch. The bond surged, my russet wolf rising in the mental plane with bared teeth, silver one at her side. I could still feel Jason’s seed warm and thick inside me, sliding with every subtle shift of my weight—a filthy, perfect reminder that I was claimed, cherished, *unbreakable*. “Try it,” I said, voice steel wrapped in scholar’s calm. “I’ve faced ravens and councils and come out knotted and glowing. You’re just another pretty obstacle. And obstacles? They burn.”

The only sound was the tires on asphalt. The longer he sat in silence, the more hope died in within my chest. Will this man… my fated mate… ditch me mercilessly like he has done to others before? ­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ Xaden POV My thoughts were racing. They have been since we left the Magic shop, since she touched such an ancient necklace and it responded to her like it was excited. Her delicious scent of lemons and honey soothed my thoughts and ignited a spark in my groin.

Tia nodded but she frowned when Stanley touched her wound with the cotton swab. "I'll be gentler," Stanley's voice sounded so warm, that it instantly calmed Tia down. 'What's going on... I already have somebody else on my mind... But why is my heart beating like crazy now that Mr. Riddle cares for me?' Tia felt very awkward. She did not dare to speak, and she even almost stopped breathing. She only opened her mouth after Stanley applied the gel to her fingers and patched her up, "Thank you, Mr. Riddle."

He glared at Blaze with his shining amber eyes, his ears flat on his head. Blaze hunched his back, preparing to leap. He was so focused on Falcon that he didn't notice a black wolf approaching from behind. "Grr…" With a thunderous roar, Ryan lunged at the black wolf and rolled on the ground with it, ripping the flesh. Before Blaze could do anything, Falcon jumped on Ryan and ripped his throat. He ran away with the black wolf. Ryan succumbed, gargling blood. He gradually transformed back into the human form. Blaze growled and rushed over to him, shifting back.

"Class tamales are good. Real tamales are Rosa's." She went to find Hunter, who was in the north bay discussing something with Reva. I watched them go and thought about Lila at nine years old who had arrived with eleven days of travel worn into her and a dog named Archer still in Bend and the specific quality of a child who had been reading rooms for safety instead of for curiosity. The curiosity was back. Had been back for a long time. She read rooms now the way she read the engines in the north bay — with genuine interest in what they were doing and how they worked and what they would produce when everything was running correctly.

So basically, the places in this book are made up even though the book is nothing like fantasy, it's just your average billionaire erotic BDSM romance involving a Billionaire, obviously and a naive little do gooder woman who thought she was all that, so don't go looking for my made up places okay sweeties? Okay that's done! Get ready for a slow burn and watch Rachel Rivers lose her head. Let's get into this story that I am so glad to share!!

"I don't know. He just shows up from time to time, but doesn't buy anything." Ryder tried to get some more information from the worker but it was just Ryder's bad luck that this worker had taken a liking to this man and would absolutely for no reason tell her anything about him. Sighing in defeat, Ryder walked out of the bookstore. Her heart was beating fast, her expression darkening in irritation. So close... she almost found him... that voice... it was Midnight's. EXTRA: Author: What are your thoughts on Aiden? Ryder: Prince Charming

“Take a seat. I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Ryleigh thanked her and found a small table near the window. She set the book down and glanced around at the other customers—some in work uniforms, others clearly on lunch breaks. Everyone seemed to belong to each other in some way. There were smiles, inside jokes, touches on the arm. She missed that. She missed him. Her eyes fell to the book. She turned it over and read the back blurb: He was the Alpha, ruthless and feared. She was the girl with fire in her blood and secrets in her past. When their worlds collided, the moon would decide if they were fated—or doomed.