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I could hear him breathing, a slow, rhythmic sound that transported me back to the quiet nights in my bedroom when he was recovering. ​"It looks... familiar," he whispered, almost to himself. Then, as if realizing who he was talking to, his voice snapped back to its cold, corporate frost. "Don't use unauthorized footage again. It’s a security risk. And Martin?" ​"Yes, sir?" ​"I heard Velez talking to you in the hall. Whatever he’s offering you... remember who signed your contract first." ​The line went dead. ​I stared at the phone, my mind racing. He noticed the shore. He noticed the island. And even through his arrogance and his memory loss, he was still watching me.

“ Ok, so what’d you like to talk to me about? “ I said annoyed after moments of silence. “ Would your pack like to come in and be peaceful or would you like to leave, “ he said seriously. “ What do you mean? This is our territory! “ I fumed “ I don’t want to be like our parents. I would like to propose a new way of handling our little, “ he paused to think, “ disagreement, “ “ You call the werewolves serving your mother’s head on a platter a disagreement? “ one of the bloodsuckers said. Suddenly, Ethan’s eyes went dark. I can’t explain it. It’s like the light reflecting from his eyes had gone. His veins popped out of his pale skin. Ethan grabbed the vamp’s throat. It was more of a threat tha

Catty's POV Cumloads shoot up, splashing on my pink robe as Mr. Alistair jerks off shamelessly. I stand, frozen on my spot. The only thing that blends with his painful moaning is my pounding heartbeat. “This is your last warning, Catty.” He wipes himself clean and wears his slacks. “I promise you.” Words elude me. I just stammer and scoff. “I should be warning you.” I finally find my words. “You’re jerking to my robe… This is insane and it should stop.”

Warning! Warning!! Warning!!! This book is rated 18+ and there are a lot of sexual content and a lot of violence and hate that might trigger and make some readers uncomfortable reading this. Read at your Risk and No Insult please! Be nice. The Lycan Twins Abused Mate.

Chapter 37 Warning WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Seth goes to pick me up my collars but he's stopped by the doors. "Touch my husband and you die." Alexandra warns as Paul amd my mother walk on her right. The element of suprise gives me time to get up but almost fall. A hand holds me helping me straighten up then I'm handed a gun by Tobias. He nods before turning to the others.

She walked up to my Dad. "Layla is more ours than any of yours." She said as she looked him in the eyes. Dad shook his head, "If this goes sideways, you would all be in danger." "So would all of you and Layla. We're helping." Jake said as Eve, Peter and Hart nodded. Bear shook his head, "No. We can't take a bunch of kids into this. Even if they are Watchmen. If you are under 20, you aren't going." and Hawk agreed.

Damien Where did you go last night." Lauren shouted. Damien rolled his eyes. "That's none of your business." He hissed. "Oh come one Damien, we had a special night last night. Don't start a fight. Where did you go?" She asked sternly. "Special? You're nothing but a low life whore who is just using me for money. And what we did was not 'special' I just did it cause I'm a guy and what guy would say no to sex? So as far as I'm concerned you were just a fuck. So if you really want to be a queen why don't you marry my father. He could really use a good fuck." Lauren's heart dropped. "W-what?" She asked shockingly. Damien smirked. "Now please get out of my room." He said calmly. Lauren's eyes wate

I had no idea about them either until my wolf Mia started talking in my head when I turned five. Apparently, whoever my werewolf parents were didn't want me. Who wants to be unwanted? At least my adoptive parents wanted me until they got a divorce when I was twelve. Then, they only wanted me to see what they could get from each other. When I turned eighteen, I told them peace out. It's been seven years, and neither has made any attempts to reach me.

It was a pretty tamed argument until he called her a parasite, and she fired back that he was a mangy mutt. “Children!” Grams exclaimed, giving them both a stern look. “Apologize to each other this instant, or you are both grounded.” I glanced over at Mina, and she looked pale. Grounded was something she didn’t want to be. Over a hundred years old or not, the threat scared her. Grounding, to my parents and grandparents, was not the typical: you can’t go out or have your phone taken. It was much worse. They cut off your money supply, took the keys from whatever cars you may have, and locked you in the meditating room for two days—a room where an hour on the outside felt like two days on the i