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Alpha Evan asked. I nodded, recalling the story he had told me. "Well, his book, a grimoire, was taken from him by werewolves in a war between the two species many years back. All the members of his coven except for him died in that war and the werewolves took the grimoire away from him and hid it somewhere. It's his family heirloom, all the spells everyone in his family has ever written are in that book. It's his legacy and he wants me to help him get it back," Alpha Evan explained, his tone serious. Judging by the grave and determined expression on his face I could tell that he felt passionately about this and wanted to accomplish this goal as soon as possible.

vengeance. Why was he here again when she'd settled everything with him? He had already made her suffer, snatched her jobs, her peace. What else does he want now? "We meet again," Kevin rasped as he stretched his left hand—his eyes never leaving hers—and grabbed the glass filled with wine from the fully stocked bar next to the window. He was seated on the comfy sofa, hands resting on its arms while his face held a serious expression. His usual flirty charm was substituted by a strange aura, something destructive yet alluring. He watched her, as a dominant watches its submissive before ruining them. His gaze reflected hatred and alarming anger.

Jayce threw himself to the ground, trying to crush my baby's blue-black wolf under his weight. Mid-roll though, he flew across the dirt as my baby kicked him off with his hind legs. Jayce quickly got up as Cyrus started to roll onto his feet, slightly winded. I watched as the gray creature quickly closed the distance and bit into Cyrus' right hind leg. Hard. I saw his pale blue eyes widen in pain before he kicked Jayce in the face with his left hind leg, causing him to release his right and stumble back, shaking his head. The familiar metallic scent of blood drifted into the air as Cyrus whipped around. Head-butting Jayce, he ducked his head slightly and clamped onto his throat, still being

“Their assumption adds weight to the evidence. Solenne and Tessa were still attacked after this night. Which implies Ivonne was working with the killer—” “That’s bullshit,” Hector snarls, stepping in front of me like a shield. “Everyone here knows the Veil are just looking for someone to punish at this point. You will not leave until you punish someone so you are grasping for straws. Just give her some time and we will give you the real person who deserves to be punished.” A dangerous silence follows. Like the Veil just had the wind punched out of them. Because he’s right. Leo warned me. The are Sadistic beings who feed on suffering. They wont leave until someone is punished.

It seems the attacks go from one pack to the next as if they are looking for something or someone. I follow the trail from the Moonblood. The attacks seem to skip over the Werewolf Royal Rogue Blood Pack, but then they wouldn't attack themselves unless they were attacked by rogue vampires, which would be suicide. The attacks start at the Silver Moon pack and then go on to the RedBlood clan, through the Red Moon pack, and then BlueBlood there are two more on that path either one could be next hit, one is SilverBlood, and the other is Crystal Lake. I circle them on the map but then I look at it again and there are two other places that could also be considered targets especially if they are fo

I watched it twice, my hand sliding down to palm myself through my trousers. This woman was dangerous and suspicious, I can't get my mind off it. Not just because she had played my father against me, but because something about her made me want to ruin her slowly. Break her. Fuck her until she forgot whatever game she was playing. A dark smile curved my lips. She thought she could use me. I would make her regret ever stepping foot in Valenti Penthouse. --- At Night --- I got home tired as hell. The drive from the office felt just too long. I went straight to the bathroom and stood under the hot shower. Water ran down my body, but my mind still stayed on her. Cara. That fake innocent face. Th

And the only question on my mind was: “What the hell just happened?” N.B: This is book 5 of The Dark Council Series. The first book is called The Vampire's Bride and the second is called The Incubus's Secretary. Both these books have been published and are available on A****n. A different version of The Incubus's Secretary is present here, called The Incubus and His Secretary. Book 3 and 4 are still WIP and I'm not focusing on them at the moment. Hope you enjoy and please do check out my published books to know more about the series.

The first call I made was short and precise. “I need everything you can find on a man named Silas. Connected to the old trafficking establishment that burned years ago. The one that no longer exists on paper.” “How deep?” “As deep as it goes. Survivors. Associates. Anyone who walked out of that fire.” “Understood.” I ended the call and sat at the desk. Vincent had repeated the name during his episode. Over and over. Like it was the only thing his mind could hold onto while everything else fell apart.

I looked at it and froze. No, I think I looked at it, died, and came back a statue. My heart that was beating rapidly before just stopped altogether. I couldn't breathe anymore. My lungs quit their job and stopped functioning. Then we made eye contact. No. Then I believe I blacked out. The last thing I remember seeing were those haunting gray-blue orbs ... ************** Thanks everyone for reading so far... Here is the end of book one on THE VICIOUS ALPHA.. Please, kindly leave an encouraging comment, review and highlights. Keep sending your votes and stars... I appreciate and love you all. From author Meks...

Not in life, but… *On a book cover. Memories, not her own, flooded her mind in a chaotic torrent. A name: **Lady Vivian Ashworth**. A title: Daughter of the Duke of Blackwood. A role: The villainess. The setting: The Kingdom of Aethelgard. The story: *The Prince's Rose*. A novel she’d read just last week – a sprawling, melodramatic historical romance filled with scheming nobles, star-crossed lovers, and one particularly vindictive, doomed antagonist: Lady Vivian Ashworth. Vivian staggered back, hitting the edge of the bed hard, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. *Transmigration. Isekai. Oh god, it’s real. I’m INSIDE the book. And I’m HER. The villainess.*