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Why did my father dare be on their bad side? In the presence of two alpha wolves, my father and Damian, my young alpha wolf had felt out of place and jittery, almost seeking to assert an impossible dominance. I had opted to take a walk and clear my mind. Then I’d met Wilda, stark naked in the woods of her family’s lands. The man-made forest was breathtaking, but a naked Wilda almost stopped my heart. What had struck me as impossible at the time was the lack of any scent on her. She smelled like fresh air, not like soap, or any kind of lotion or deodorant, not even bodily fluids. Her scent was perfectly masked in the environment around her. I never would have known she was there if I hadn’t s

**The Wild Wolves** Aria meandered through the lush, vibrant forest, a world alive with an intricate tapestry of sights, sounds, and scents. Each step enveloped her in the rich aroma of damp earth and blooming wildflowers, the vibrant hues of greens and browns intertwining like an artist's brushstrokes across the landscape. Having spent the past few weeks in this enchanted new home amidst the towering, ancient trees and dappled sunlight, she had cultivated a deep affection for the tranquility and solace the wilderness offered—a cherished escape from the chaotic clamor of her former life.

Different, special, beautiful, smart Kathy. The girl he was proud to love. The girl who also, the next day, was the subject of the University's official paper, which reported about the possibility of wild wolves having found its way into the University's wood. Thank you so much for supporting my 2nd pubished book. Hope to see you on my 3rd Romance Novel Stories. Please support my next stories, Thank you!

she asks. ​"Five years." Vareen's eyes narrowed at him. How did he manage to hide from me for five years that he was married? "Please meet, Xamira Rivello-Lucio." ​Vareen smiled at the woman, and she offered her a handshake. She accepted it and hugged Vareen. Xamira is indeed a stunning woman, a famous singer just like Raze. They met once in the weirdest moment they ever encountered in their life. That's why she's familiar; they sometimes see her in magazines and on the news. She's way more beautiful up close. It is good to know that Raze already found his new life; it's good for him.

It wasn’t every day I got to see the Savage himself at one of these races. I tilted my head skyward, spotting rows upon rows of werewolves lining the rooftops of the buildings–the onyx sky dappled with the brilliant glow of their eyes. It was a kaleidoscope of color as they peered around, leaving warped, mystical shapes in their wake. My attention snagged toward a woman standing a few people to our left, raising her candy-red blouse and flashed her chest toward the bikers. Her shrill voice carried over the crowd despite the noise as she shouted, “Savage! Hey Savage! Look here, baby!”

“Oh, please, Charles, I have so much to do right now and I don’t have the stomach to digest your stupid accusations or lectures. Believe me, that’s something I don’t need.” “How come can you be so cold-hearted? Are you insane? You sent someone to kill people like you had sent him to hunt some bunnies!” “Why don’t you make me a solid, ah?” “Valeria, you’re a damn murde-” “Get the hell out of here if you’re not here to give me solutions!” “You’re crazy! You’re crazy, Valeria!” Then, Charles went out. When he closed the door behind him, Charles gave himself a minute to breathe normally. He was indeed fearing that wild woman, not, she was no longer a woman, she could no longer be a human being…

And so Alan found himself astride his horse with the woman draped across the saddle in front of him, her body shielded in the crook of one arm, while Crispen sat on his other leg, his head nestled against her bosom. He glared at his men, daring even one of them to laugh. Hell, he had to relinquish his sword for the duty of carrying the two extra persons, never mind their weight didn’t equal that of a single warrior. Edward just better be damn grateful. He could decide what was to be done with the woman just as soon as Alan dumped her into Edward’s lap. As soon as they crossed over the border onto Woods land, a shout went up that echoed through the hills, and in the distance, Mary heard the c

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You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

We never went back to normal, and honestly, none of us wanted to. That wild night changed us all. Some secrets don’t destroy you, they open doors you never knew existed. The End