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Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

Shirley The whole weekend our parents were gone. The house felt different, like it was just waiting for us to break. I tried to stay in my room most of Friday, but by Saturday night the tension was too much. My body kept remembering how Alex ate my pussy and made me see stars. I found him in the living room watching TV. The second he saw me in my little nightdress, his eyes changed. He stood up and walked straight to me without saying a word. This time there was no slow teasing. He grabbed me and kissed me like he was drowning.

The silence pressed heavily as I sat there for a minute gripping the wheel until my knuckles went white and then I climbed out and took the elevator up. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights bleeding through the windows. I didn’t bother turning anything on. I went straight to the bar and grabbed the first bottle my hand found, Macallan 25. I twisted the cap off with my teeth and drank straight from the neck. The whisky burned all the way down and settled hot in my gut. I dropped onto the leather couch and stared at the skyline. My phone kept buzzing in my pocket but I ignored it, probably it was Victoria sending memes or Mom checking if I was alive. Or reporters wanting a comment

Sheila's POV Five days had passed since I told Zuki I was choosing Bobby. Five days of living with a stranger. I sat at the kitchen table with my morning coffee, watching Zuki move around the kitchen like I wasn't there. She was dressed in a tight black dress that barely covered her ass, paired with heels I'd never seen before. Her makeup was dark and dramatic. She looked like she was going to a nightclub, not eating breakfast at ten in the morning. "Going somewhere?" I asked.

“Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. Legend says they fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir split off to form Nightshade, carving a vast territory in the wilderness. He was a warrior of unmatched skill, his pack fiercely loyal and tied to the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, draw power from the earth itself, making them formidable. But under Alpha Raven Nightshade, they’ve gone silent—five years of minimal contact, no summits, no alliances. It’s as if they’re hiding something… or protecting it.” Kira’s turquoise eyes narrowed, her pristine white fur catching the moonlight. “That kind of

The news of the key witness’s death hit Sophie like a punch to the gut. She felt a sickening dread settle in her stomach, the reality of their situation becoming clearer. This wasn’t just about taking down a corrupt couple or fighting for their inheritance; it was about going up against a shadowy network willing to kill to keep their secrets buried. Sophie paced the penthouse living room, her mind racing. Alex was on the phone with Marcus, coordinating a new security plan, while James sat on the couch, his face pale as he stared into space. The penthouse felt like a pressure cooker, filled with tension and fear.

“Or we pull the lures and root the rat who placed them.” “We do both,” Vivian said, like a door closing quietly. “Shadow teams remove the eyes. Watch teams re-stitch the line. We leave a false pattern for the lookers to congratulate themselves on.” She turned to me. “Clara, you run with Jasper. You know the smell of the oil.” Jason bristled. “She’s still green. And—” His gaze flicked to my chest, just once, the way one looks at a wound to make sure it’s still closed.

I couldn’t help wondering if I could comfortably take it. A thick tuft of hair draped the base of his shaft like black velvet. The turgid length pulsed with veins threatening to burst from the skin. His mushroom tip was a deep shade of red and pink, throbbing with ridges and his peephole was already spilling with precum.

Each time, Elena’s hips twitched. After twenty minutes, Dr. Vale stepped back. His cock was visibly hard in his sweatpants. “Take off the shorts,” he said suddenly, his voice rough. “I need better access for the next exercises.” Elena’s hands trembled with excitement as she lifted her hips and slid the shorts down her legs. She wasn’t wearing panties. Her smooth, pink pussy was completely exposed and already glistening with wetness. Dr. Vale stared at her for a long moment. “You’re soaked again.”

Chelsea understood the statement even as his father refused to say more than that. Waters, a renowned movie star in his late fifties, exuded an air of worn elegance. His once-chiseled features had softened, bearing the subtle scars of time. His signature blonde hair, now flecked with distinguished grey streaks, was styled impeccably to conceal the thinning at his temples.