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“There are fourteen dead bodies here. I’m not sure what happened, but it’s a gruesome scene.” “They were moderately powered Truebloods.” Marek frowned at Caius’s answer. “How do you know?” “Our contact managed to relay a message. Pytor drained all their blood and managed to use it to open a portal into Ascensia.” “Did your contact tell you where he took her?” Marek was losing the battle with impatience, and his tone bordered on insubordinate. Caius didn’t seem to notice or care. “Noirvald.”

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Walking past the small coffee table in my living room, I see the book I am busy reading. ‘Finding the Alpha’ The dame books. I am now dreaming of strange things!!! Cowboys, red eyes, what else will my brain think of? I loved my paranormal books, I could live in places that were myths with no reality, living out stories and dreaming of what it would be like to be one of them. I should maybe think of a good one-night stand and get rid of this frustration. NO, NO, I will not feel love again. It is just a myth like in my books and what will I gain? A good night of sex and then back to reality where love means nothing?

And so knowing his kind of person, it's not surprising if he actually invited every and anybody from the streets that were willing to attend his flamboyant party. I hate to admit it but I haven't gotten over the memories of how that wolf had slit my mate's neck then, I still have as many enemies as I did then if not more and so I have this gripping fear in me that someone somewhere is lurking in the shadows patiently waiting to harm any mate I have and that was one of the reasons why I rejected all my former mates after my Anna died because relieving something as traumatic as that will surely kill me. But now that the Moon Goddess has forced this Anna into my life, I'll be protective of her

I supposed reading probably wasn’t an interest of hers. My fingers stopped on the spine of a black book with silver lettering stamped into the spine. Mysteries of Vampires, Werewolves and Humans, it read. I considered it for a moment before sliding it out of the shelf. Was it a journal? A scientific or historical text? I took a seat on the sofa and began to read, quickly snapping the book shut when I read the explicit words on the pages and felt the heat crawl up my face.

Ana suspected magic, because when she returned, everything they stored away was now within her apartments. Including Caun’s precious radio, something he listened to whenever he could. They’d finished eating while they listened to the human news. It was the first anniversary of the last murder human and the news this evening presented the public with an update on how the case had stalled out, leaving it unsolved. Just as it should be. Eventually, the human law enforcement would stop searching for more information, and box up what they have and stick it in a dark room. Given enough time, a supernatural creature would slip into that dark room and examine what there was. Anything remotely reveal

I couldn't help but wonder what I had done to continuously attract adversaries into my life. Without uttering a word, I remained silent, fixated on her as she rose from her seat and made her way towards the door. However, before she could step out, she abruptly halted, turning her gaze back towards me. "You, my dear, are carrying a child within you. Instead of searching for the father's identity, you are here attempting to steal someone else's husband. Be cautious, lone wolf, if you wish to safeguard your baby, for I will not hesitate to eliminate anyone who dares to take Dean away from me. Don't forget, this is the Ghost pack, and you are merely a guest. Refrain from compelling me to engage

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

I don’t even want to think of the implications that would hold for Tanner and me. Swallowing thickly, I force myself to keep reading. After listing out the names of the dead, the author shifts from fact to speculation, notating some of the theories that have arisen over the years. This feels like safer territory. A lot of these conjectures are rumors I’ve heard over the years: the land is haunted, or cursed, or there are witches and demons in the swamp. But there’s no proof for any of these, and I end up with more questions than answers by the time I’m finished reading.

"You loved reading too?" "Still do." He moved beside me, shoulders relaxed for the first time since we'd entered the house. "Books were my escape. When things got tough here, I could just disappear into another world for a while." I pulled out a book at random and laughed. "No way - 'Howl at Midnight'? I loved this series!" "You read paranormal novels?" His eyes lit up with genuine surprise and excitement. "Are you kidding?" I gestured at his shelves. "These are all my favorites! 'Moon's Curse', 'The Pack', 'Blood of the Wolf'..." I trailed off, realizing something. "Wow, we really do have the same taste. All paranormal."