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He takes a bite out of his cookie. I rock my head slowly, “isn't that beautiful? What age does one become of age in the werewolf world?” Becoming of age is equivalent to turning the right age to phase, and find your mate. The witch world is 16, if I'm correct since Raine is yet to be 17. “17.” “And you've been searching for your mate since then?”

I said. He glanced at me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, then waved over the waiter, ordering a double vodka for me and an espresso for himself. “I need alcohol to process this reality,” I said quickly, cutting him off before he could comment. “This is a first, getting pranked through Tinder. And the mastermind are teenager?” Julian chuckled softly, his laugh low and rich. “Kids these days are creative. Unfortunately, they don’t always use that creativity wisely.”

"Bullshit. I'm not twelve, Sierra. I'm giving you one more chance." So much for trying. My head dipped low, and I drew a shaky breath as I lifted it up. "I'm sorry." Scarlett's brows rose, and for a split second her mouth opened; she clearly didn't believe me. "I thought you were better. You know the rules; the Vixens are exclusive. We do not sleep with customers, not even if they're VIPs." Lifting my head up, I protested. "It was one kiss; I've not been sleeping with Dante."

Each district required separate tributes, some demanding fifty thousand dollars just for a thirty-minute drive. Everyone else—Dante's parents, Carla and Emilio, and his sister, Gina—just stood back while I handled the ceasefires, the permits, the safe houses, and the money. They’d lived comfortably in our penthouse for a decade. Emilio studied his whiskey. "Chiara is blood of our blood," he muttered, avoiding my gaze. "She played in these streets with us as kids. She couldn’t handle the stress of navigating Naples alone."

Skye twitched in anger as he saw his father's hidden smug smile, however that didn't stop his father's eyes from revealing the fact he had won. "It was the perfect plan. No witnesses, until that wife of his got in our way. How she managed to smuggle that child of theirs out of the castle was beyond us" Uther muttered with a cruel smirk as he spoke in almost a lullaby voice. Hearing this almost caused Skye to lose control. However Skye continued to reel in his temper as much as he could for Anberine's sake. “What about me? Why do I look like a Dark Dweller? What have you done?!” Skye yelled before smashing his father against a pillar, only to hear it crack under the pressure.

“By the goddess!” She hissed, having lived for so long she never expected such a chance would ever come, and at the worst possible time. “Grammy, I’m scared.” The child squealed in panic when the beings moved. Their bodies made cracking noises with each motion, joints snapping as they bent on all fours. What truly terrified them was the soul-wrenching screech they let out that echoed through the woods. “Run now!” The elder pushes the two back before charging head on. She shifted with each step, turning into her full werewolf form, fangs and claws bared upon meeting the beings.

I slowly trod my way towards the living room to see my mom and dad sitting beside each other. "Scarlett Diana Cassandra Ross where have you been?!" My hysterical mother asked. "And why do you look like you have been run over by a truck?" I shrugged not caring. "Dad" I pleaded, "I'll explain in the morning. Please. I'm tired" I yawned. "Okay darling. Promise me." Alpha Caine said. "Promise dad." Shit am fucking 23 years old and they treat me like am fucking five!

"Who says I thought about anything? Maybe I'm into p**n." "In that case, you can share your favorite videos." I blush slightly at the thought of him seeing the p**n I'm into. "Okay, thoughts it is. And if you don't?" "I'll tell you what I thought about." Based on the way he's looking at me right now, I'm pretty sure I know. God, is it sick that I like it? I mean, it's inappropriate and crazy, sure. But Scar's hot as hell, even if he is like ten years older than me and not my type at all.

the lady explained to Zannie. "Okay. I hope the kids are kind and they won't complain about my teaching." Zannie glanced at the twenty children in the 8-10 age range. "That's not it. I know you can do it. Are you still?" Ms. Aida smiled and laughed before she left. She raised a smile on the children staring at her. "Good morning to all of you!"

“And… I’ve thought about you spanking me. Hard. Until my ass is red and I’m crying, but still begging for more.” Ethan groaned and kissed her deeper. “Fuck, Lila. That’s hot. I’m going to make every one of those happen. We’ll start slow, but I want the full list. Write it down for me tomorrow. Every dirty fantasy. The dark ones, the shameful ones, the ones you’re scared to say out loud. I want them all.” He pulled his fingers out and made her suck them clean, tasting their mixed juices. “And after you give me the list… I’m going to start checking them off. One by one. Starting with the riskiest one you have.”