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She let out a shuddering moan as the thought, Candy growled low in her throat at the smell of her mate’s arousal perfuming the air. “Oh god, that’s hot.” Said a deep masculine voice that made Annie and Candy jump away from each other. “Stop perving Trevor and walk off.” Candy said with a snarl and her blonde-haired pack mate. “Didn’t know you were into chicks.” He said with a smirk as his dark eyes met flickered over to Annie. “I had no idea that Abby had a hot twin little thin for my tastes, is she easy like her sister?” “Fuck off Trevor.” Candy said with a glare, “You don’t get to talk about my mate like that or Eli’s mate.”

Taylor “Sure,” Julian replied with reluctance. “I’ll go ahead and pay the bill and have them bring the car around.” I gave him a smile and watched as he sulked away. “How can I put this…Izza has a lot of layers, like an onion, maybe even a double or triple onion. However, once you get through all those layers, you find this really amazing and wonderful, loyal to no end, go through hell and back for you, give you the world kind of guy. And getting through those layers takes for-freaking-ever, but you, you came out of nowhere and it was instant, he was automatically open to you.”

I couldn't see anything except the silhouette of a man. Tall. Broad shoulders. A frame that filled the entire doorway. He stepped inside. The light caught his face. And I saw his eyes. Amber. Not brown. Not gold. Amber—the kind that burned in sunlight, the kind that belonged to something wild, something untamed, something that had never been caged. He looked down at me. “Hmm.”

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, I crawled from the bed and dashed inside the bathroom where I threw up everything until there was nothing left. My eyes jammed the mirror, my face was flushed and tear-filled. Even fresh sobs escaped as I splashed water across my face, I took my toothbrush to scrub furiously, I spat out water, and rinse my mouth of his taste. Still, I didn't feel clean. The dirty sensation lingered. I still felt him deep inside my throat, I could almost hear his grunt of pleasure, it mocked my ears even now. I felt used. "He has left. " A voice greeted me the moment I returned to the room. I shifted my eyes to see Anya. She was beside the bed, a tray of what I guessed to be f

Only then do I smell the scotch on his breath and the strong mixture of sweat and body odor radiating from him. And I think about how stupid I was to demand attention from a man who isn’t paying attention to himself. His eyes are windows to a hollow soul—a soul so cracked and beaten down that it can no longer be soulful. “The flight has left, and you weren’t on it!” he says through gritted teeth. “Explain that to me.” I fold my arms across my chest. To protect or defend, I don’t know, but it somehow feels like I need a shield.

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000 Meter Tink! State panel release Talent : 1 Star Name : Ertan (Servant) Age : 15 Level : 2 Class : Z Exp : 0 Strength : 20 Agility : 20 Vitalty : 20 Alchemy : Beginner 3 Skill : Stealthmode Storage : 5.000 Meter

Her denial came as fast as lightning. Unfortunately for Estelle, she failed to notice a cold pair of eyes watching her from a distant rooftop. ( Trunagan is the name of the standard currency in Shkrade. It was named after a werewolf hero who slayed an Abyssal Dragon. That's why it sounds more like a name.) (Author's Note: Hi there, sleep deprived author here. I have noticed that my writing has... deteriorated over the last few chapters, and I would love to apologize... and ask for your patience.

I struggled wildly, my nails leaving bloody scratches on their arms. One of them cursed and gripped my arm tighter. I could feel my bones groaning under the pressure. "You can't do this!" I screamed at Darren. "I'm your wife! This is your blood! The baby will die!" "Then let it die," Darren said, looking down at me. "A bastard with tainted blood doesn't deserve to live in this world." The moment the needle pierced my skin, a burning pain spread through my veins. The drug felt like liquid fire coursing through my body.