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I muttered. I walked back to it slowly, half-expecting another trick. But when I swung my leg over and revved the throttle, the engine purred smoothly. Like it had never failed. I shook my head. “Witches,” I muttered under my breath. As I rode back toward the pack grounds, one thought refused to settle. If I wasn’t linked to Bri through love… If it wasn’t desire… Then what was it? And why did the witches look almost disappointed when I said I didn’t feel that way about her?

“Stats.” She nodded, launching straight into business. “We’re seeing a fifteen percent increase in luxury vehicle sales like the SpitFire Eclipse GT, SpitFire Velox X7, SpitFire Phantom S, and SpitFire Aurelius V12, especially from female buyers. Seems like they are guessing what Mrs. Avancii drives.” Luca smirked. “Smart.” “Oh, and you received some love gifts again.” Luca raised an eyebrow. “again?” “Flowers, jewelry, letters—you know.”

“If we hand him over to my father, they will torture him to get every last piece of information that he has, and then bury him alive somewhere where his bones will never be found. Then they’ll hunt down every member of his family and exterminate them.” “It’s the werewolf way,” Marcella agreed. “It’s one thing to change pack loyalties, but you keep your head down, and try not to piss off your old pack for a least a few years after. Betray your old pack, though, and, tsk-tsk,” she shook her head as she wriggled into a Ferrari red dress. “Silly move.” A tear tracked down Gregory’s cheek. “Ambition leads betas to do stupid things,” Reid said with sympathy. “It seems excessive if all he did was s

There was only two kind of people who knew about our existence, the vampires and witches, but we never got across to one another, we all just stayed within our boundaries , we don't meet them, they don't meet us. I got into my black Toyota corolla sport car, I needed to go simple, the last thing I needed was some nosey human sticking in my business and asking stupid ass questions. I sped down the highway, sped was an over statement, the car kept stopping along the road, I was only minutes away from the office, the car backfired again. This was the little consequence I had to suffer for my actions and dad was basically punishing me for refusing to join the family business, and most importantl

"As I was saying, we could play along with her schemes despite how tricky it would be since a hidden agenda was hard to keep without being careful, and she also had a gift of cleverness and manipulation that we could use against her and be in our favor." "And how can we do that? We're not even witches or have a strong compulsion to control people to do our bidding." I frowned at her idea since it was not just tricky but a bit hard to understand where this idea was leading. "Who says about involving witches or asking vampires to help us to do it?" She began grinning like a sly cat, making me give her a confused look before she went on. "Subspace. I could create a subspace in a certain area an

I fought a loosing battle with my wolf and in the end I had give in to the temptation, skipping quickly down the stairs to meet her when she was unaware like a love struck teenager. Why her scent was so strong and intoxicating to only me is still very puzzling and difficult to understand. Only mates were this intoxicated by each others scents or perhaps was a very strong portion prepared by some powerful witches to make my destruction come through the confusion of loving different women. Then I have to find those witches and give each and every one of them a painful death for making me waste my time that I should be investing in taking over the investment that the annoying organization is co

“Couldn’t you get another person to be your surrogate? Maybe make a post in a Craigslist advert? What about your girlfriend…or wife? I am assuming that is why you aren’t in the market for a wife. You’re taken?” Stepping on the accelerator, I feel the car obeying and speeding forward. The sooner we get home and I can be as far from this witch, the better. I need to think clearly and focus. The scent of her arousal still lingers in the car and my manly length is rising, eager to tangle with her most sensitive spots.

The adoration and respect oozing form every pore at seeing this witch. “I can’t believe you came, that you’re here. We can’t thank you enough. You have no idea how much this means to have a witch like you, grace us with your presence and help.” Sierra is laying it on thick but not in a dishonest way and I really have no clue why she seems to idolize her so much. The witch has a lukewarm personality that is grating most of the time.

But she did not reveal to anyone this ability of hers. Ethelbert's scent reminded Coronis of a glorious past of seventeenth and eighteenth-century European aristocracy. Ancient palaces, contemplative libraries, gentle tea parties, and woods with a light but pure, noble fragrance. For a moment, Ethelbert couldn't see that Coronis's royal blue eyes flashed with a cold light that contained some murderous intent. But it only took less than two seconds. Coronis promptly regained consciousness and recovered that dangerous killing intent. Occupational diseases make her sometimes overly sensitive. She immediately reverted to her innocent cheerfulness and said:

The problem is, she had a mate. I’m still in love with Apple, even though I know she is my cousin. I realize how twisted that is, pining after a woman I cannot have, a woman who besides being a blood relation is also mated and marked and the mother of someone else’s children. But I can’t help but feel powerfully drawn to her, even more so now with the glow of motherhood upon her. She’s still too young, far too young for that old wolf, and as a witch she’ll outlive him by a good century. Doesn’t she realize she’ll be happier with her own kind? I won’t ask her for children. It doesn’t have to be that way between us. We can just be close to one another. That would be good enough.