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“You have got that look, Zeph. Like you are already imagining him. Heard he’s stupid hot. You gonna keep it professional?” My face flushes, and I push a mouthful of lasagna into my mouth to cover it. Vorian’s features; defined jaw, intense gaze, appears in my mind from a magazine cover. Yeah, he’s hot. Too hot. The kind of hot that makes you forget your own name. “Professional’s my middle name,” I say, winking at Selene. “Unlike you, Miss Marketing Guru, flirting with every client.” “Low blow!” Selene says, tossing a bread roll at me. I catch it, grinning.

--- **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 1** The full moon hung heavy and blood-red over the ancient forest clearing. Selene Voss stood at the center of the stone circle, naked except for the ceremonial silver chains that draped across her body like jewelry. At twenty-eight, she was the first female alpha in three generations — powerful, fierce, and breathtaking. Long black hair cascaded down her back, her body toned and curvaceous with full breasts, strong thighs, and an aura of raw authority that made even the strongest wolves lower their eyes.

OUR MAIN COUPLES Name; Vaelor Draven Age: Appears 30 Actual Age: Over 8,000 years Appearance * Black wings stained with silver fire * White hair * Golden eyes * Six-foot-four * Covered in celestial markings * Looks like a freaking sex god Personality * Possessive * Calm * Terrifyingly patient * Ruthless to enemies * Soft only for her * Clingy * Obsessive *Touch her and you die * Needy Name: Selene Ashcroft Age: 26 Career before death: A Neuro surgeon Secret identity: Bride of Vaelor and she unknowingly carries a piece of Heaven’s First Flame. Flaw: Memory loss/ Gap She’s forgotten her past lives and now she just thinks she’s just a normal woman. Personality: Stubborn Selene hates being told

I almost can’t believe she’s really in front of me, the very image of all my erotic fantasies over the last few years. Her taste is still on my tongue, and I can’t help but revel in the Goddess’s wisdom. She could not have made me a more perfect mate if she tried. Selene is an extraordinary beauty, but lots of she-wolves are beautiful. The true magic is in her sweet submission, her incredible responsiveness and vulnerability.

The woman saw the approaching couple, a smile appeared on her lips, the scent of the immortal, did the immortal appear? “Two Stephen and Sharmaine Halley?” Nanami Vincent spoke up, her voice ghostly and seductive, a vampire who drives everyone crazy with her weak appearance. She is the arbiter of the vampire world, provocative and sweet. The red gaze is the silhouette of Sharmaine and Augustus.

"Alright, 5 minutes break. Then after that, we'll head straight to the discussion about the coming Intramurals. Go, rest." "Yes!" They went to their things and rehydrated themselves. Vaspe sits in one of the benches. Phoenix joined him while busy entertaining girls. Vaspe looked around. His eyes nailed on Rossweisse and Katerina. Rossweisse being herself, she shamelessly removed her shirt wet shirt and asked Katerina to dry her sweaty back. Vaspe being honest, Rossweisse is sexy. She's one of the It Girls who have a good body proportion. She's on the third spot in the list of AoE's sexy It Girls. And her tan skin makes her look smoking hot.

His brows furrowed as his forehead creased. “Tch! You d*ckhead. Caya was just the name of the girl I killed 20 years ago. I was just pretending to be a bubbly, cheerful and nice person,” Vela revealed and he sneered at Glade with annoyance on her face. Suddenly, her face changed, exposing her true physical appearance. I widened my eyes when I realized that she resembled much of her mother. I admit it, she’s gorgeous. That ethereal beauty that almost all goddesses possess.

she lied. They were about to leave the library when Vesta found two women passing in front of them. Now she just noticed the sharp look of the gray eyes of the woman with straight blonde brown hair, wearing FU on her. “Chanel Ventemor, the daughter of the principal slash owner of this university, is kind of bitchy and stubborn,” Venice told her. "With her was her cousin's friend, Aliyah Ionikov, the woman was kind but a shy type." "Is that so?," she said, she wasn't interested in why Chanel Ventemor looked at her like that.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.