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Wren closed the door behind them. “Alright, Randy, snap out of it. What can we do about this thing?” Wren asked. “As far as I’m concerned, it needs to be destroyed. It is like any other wild animal that loses its fear of humans and becomes dependent on them. That thing could rip into this house like it is made of cardboard.”

The kind of virgin that would probably blush if someone said the word thrust too loudly. But still… I wasn’t a child. I was twenty. An adult. And in this generation, you didn’t need experience to know things. You opened your phone, tapped the wrong, or right site, and suddenly you knew enough to make your soul leave your body out of curiosity. It wasn’t like I went looking for it all the time. But it was there. And Damien Rivera was exactly the kind of man your imagination would go feral over without permission. The kind of man who looked like he’d take you to every part of his muscular body in every corner of a bedroom and still have you losing your mind before you even processed what was h

They will kill me! I clicked my tongue at his statement. "Oh, Dean, I guess they didn't tell you. You're dead either way. My name is Death, and your little gang has messed with the wrong MC club. The Wild Ridge is not to be fucked with." I stared into his face as a look of horror overtook him. If he wasn't completely scared before, he was downright terrified now. I smiled down at him. A few hours later, after lots of begging and pleading, I made my way back upstairs. As I reached the top, I came face to face with Lightning.

An ear-splitting sound blasted through the air, inaudible to humans but agony for beastfolk. The three pups hidden beneath my dress yelped in pain. Their eyes flashed crimson, their bodies swelling as if they were balloons. Guests screamed and scrambled to escape. I was rooted to the spot, a cold sweat drenching my back. Trouble. Ethan yanked me behind him, shielding me with his body. He shot Wendy a look. Her remote fizzled, sparks flying, and then, boom! It blew up in her hand. She shrieked, her hand scorched black.

The woman stepped forward first, fingers trailing down Lila’s arm. “Beautiful,” she murmured. “We’ve been looking for someone exactly like you.” The man moved behind Lila, hands settling possessively on her hips. “Safe word?” he asked, lips brushing her ear. Lila swallowed. Voice barely a whisper. “Red.” He chuckled darkly. “Good girl.” The woman’s hand slid to the zipper at the back of Lila’s dress. “Then let’s begin.”

In the Kingdom of Veridia, history was written by kings. Now, it is written by fangs. For a thousand years, the Great Prism held the balance between Man and Beast. But when the artifact shatters, the Primal Aether floods the world, unlocking the dormant, violent potential within human DNA. In a single night of blood and fur, civilization collapses. The weak become prey, and the strong become The Wild-Blooded—humans twisted into apex predators by the spirits of lions, gorillas, and dragons. Ren is a nobody—a lowly scribe with ink on his fingers and a fear of heights. When the Aether sickness hits, he falls from the Spire of Scribes to his death. But he doesn't stay dead. Awakening with t

I deserve answers," I said. Sean looked over at Stephen, who nodded at him to tell me. "Okay, your parents were not murdered by bears. The policeman that told you that was a Rogue," Sean said "What's a Rogue?" I asked "A Rogue is a wolf without a Pack. They live alone. They normally did something bad to get kicked out of their Pack, like kill someone or betray their Alpha," Sean said "Why would a Rogue tell Jenn and me that our parents were killed in an animal attack?" I asked

He growls low at me and throws us on our back, >Kaeden is our MATE - mate special< he throws back at me. We quickly jump up and stare in the direction of no man’s land. A group of rogue wolves no less than five, one male, two females and each female has a pup walking beside them. Cyro growls, gaining their attention. The group looks over in shock at Cyro and quickly makes a get-away.

Rama initiated the Buddhist sect’s cultivation method instead of replying him and the two of them fought fiercely mid-air. … At the same time, a huge abyss thousands of meters away from the stone ruin in Chaotic Mountain Range at the border of Wild Deserted Secret Region. Hundreds of Raksasa army who were mounted on hungry wolves were waiting silently near the edge of the abyss. They were the Wild Wolves Clan under the Raksasa Tribe. The warriors of Wild Wolves Clan stood near the edge of the abyss as they observed the molten lava almost one kilometer below them, with dread on each of their faces.

“Our allies?” “The other packs are launching attacks against vampire targets to distract them and keep help from porting in at the mine. Desert’s the only one that can get there fast enough to launch an assault via water with us. They’re bringing two hundred wolves.” Ian sighs. “Can Sandy do it? Can she change about seven hundred wolves into water dogs?” I look at my mate, at the glacial blue of her eyes. “They’ll be seven-hundred warriors. Can you turn them all?”