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She glanced down at the collection of parchments bound together with sewn fibers, "Oh. It's some writings about ancient human legends and creatures. There are hand-drawn illustrations too." "Hm." Kendrick grunted. "Do you read?" Twillow asked.+ Kendrick shrugged, "I can read...but trying to read such tiny words for too long gives me a headache." "Oh. Well...that makes sense." Twillow agreed, turning a page. "Would you like me to read some for you?" He looked at her briefly, appearing surprised, "Uh...sure. If you like?"

Sequel to 'Amidst Chaos' but can be read as a stand-alone also. Happy Reading! I watched the people around me having a good time as I kept chugging on drink after drink to drown my sorrows and pain. It was a little early to be drinking at a bar but I didn't give a shit. I could see people giving me weird stares at my attire. I mean, of course, it wasn't normal to see a guy dressed in a tux at a bar, drinking like a maniac, at this time of the day.

The room felt alive tonight, every inch charged with anticipation. Imani sat on the couch with Zariah, fingers intertwined, hearts beating in tandem, while Malik lingered close, eyes sharp and watchful, following every subtle movement. The air between them was thick, heavy with warmth, desire, and unspoken promises, a delicate balance of teasing, longing, and quiet intensity that made every brush of skin feel electric.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the room I now found myself in, trying to process everything that had happened over the past few weeks. What fairytale title could I possibly give this whole experience? The funny thing is it still does not feel like it is over. In fact, it feels like I am stuck in the middle of it and it is far from ending.

It did not take long for me to fall asleep. The following day, I was the first one to wake up. It was a busy day today because I heard that there will be a party at the mansion. And now, we were busy preparing the tables and chairs. The party will be held at the wide garden. The set up is elegant. I can't help but stared at it in awe.

I got into the carriage quickly and in a few hours, we were at the pack house and I was Welcomed by the chief warrior of the pack who had always been waiting for my arrival. "Good day my Alpha." He greeted me with a slight bow and I shot a stare at him. He knew for sure that his greetings weren't what I was looking for, I wanted to Know the status of the pack warriors, how ready and prepared they were for war, and he saw it in my eyes. "The pack warriors are fully prepared for anything and we have been training hard for days, nothing can go wrong now." He explained.

The thought of her filled him up through the night and he wanted to get it sorted out. Eric had established different companies in Arkansas and was also a board member in many different companies. His new project was going to be the talk of the town as he had dreamt it would be, two twin 20-storey buildings linked together by a small bridge with all social amenities inside. Fascinating, he thought to himself as he carefully shaved his beard in the shower. "I need to look good today," he thought out loud, " I must make a good first impression, who knows today will be a winning day for me with Sandra". He hurriedly showered and made himself a cup of coffee.

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I tried to reach up, wanting to grip his broad shoulders or ruffle his hair, but the heavy ropes held my wrists firmly to the wood. "Please... untie me," I breathed against his lips when he finally paused for air. "Nope," he smirked, his eyes flashing with a wicked, dangerous gleam as he looked down at my ruined state. "I'm keeping you right where you are." He walked back, his flexed, muscular frame moving with a terrifying, sexy confidence that made my throat dry. He pulled off his dark luxury trousers, his massive, rigid shaft popping free, fully hard and thick with heavy veins. He picked up a condom from the nightstand, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and rolling it onto his length.

Their eyes sparkled with anticipation as the bottle slowed down its turn. My heart skipped a beat in anxiousness as the bottle stopped in front of me. The grin on my colleagues' faces was like sharp arrows waiting for me to make the wrong move. "Alright, Ms. Davis! I mean... Iliana... truth or dare?" Ms. Hark inquired, her voice firm and forceful. "D-Dare!" I stammered, my words hustled and breathless. The girls whispered to Ms. Hark before she gave the dare, whispering the last few words. "Ring your boyfriend and say..."