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My name is Raven Patterson Lowe, mate of Justice Lowe, Alpha of the Blue River Pack. We've been together since high school, and we are chosen mates. We had our mating ceremony when we were nineteen years old, it's been five years since we've committed to each other. As we were getting ready to go to an Alpha's Ceremony at a nearby pack, I watched my husband with an admiring eye, he's so tall standing at 6'5, broad shoulders with an athletic type muscular build. His black wavy hair is combed back, he has honey colored eyes, a long straight nose, full lips and a strong squared jaw. I turn my head slightly to take in my appearance, as I look at my reflection, I finish applying my makeup. I'm qu

Willows was bent over untying her laces when something barreled into her side, knocking her into a steel table across the room. “Xander in here!” I yell across the building, hearing their padded feet running to help us. The revenant was the body of the young woman Willow accidentally reanimated. She stood over Willow glaring at me. Her once beautiful face now grey with decay. The skin around the gaping wound in her chest was marred and hanging loosely above her abdomen. There was almost nothing recognizable to this young girl anymore. It’s hard to believe that this creature was once the love of Pauly’s life.

But she had no idea that I didn’t want to reject her. The hot summer air in Louisiana was no joke, the entire wolf pack often finding itself in the river trying to cool off. Today was no different. But my mate, she didn’t stick around. Willow, what an unusual name. Soft and yielding but stronger than any other trees in our area.

Dammit, shut up! She sighs deeply and pushes her plate away. “You’re right, I know. I just don’t want to…I’ll get over it.” “That’s my girl,” I say and squeeze her hand. “Come on, I’ll walk you down.” I’m acutely aware of the fact that she’s completely naked under my t-shirt. Willow doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, but she does come from a place where they have sex on altars in front of others, so her feelings about it are probably different from mine. Not that I can talk – werewolves regularly walk around naked in front of mixed company.

He's been hatching his plans for a long time and could remember how it all started. It is just gonna be a little while and he would crush Raven to pieces. Raven seemed not to have known he was the mastermind of this alliance. Raven got to her cottage up the hill in a farther part of the city. removed her mask and the same time the lights went off. Only the moonlight rays could permit her view in the already dark room. Her men came in all injured. One of them slumped on of the chairs looking very tired. He had a huge bite mark on his arm.

The sun was just starting to rise, my normal wake-up time, but there was nothing normal about today. Willow’s succulent body was pressed right up against mine, her leg thrown over my waist, pressing right up against my morning wood, and the smooth skin of her stomach pressed against the bare skin of my abdominals, her shirt had ridden up to bunch just below her bountiful breasts. The only thing that would make this moment better would be if she were completely naked and riding my cock while my teeth sank deep into her neck, marking her as mine for everyone to see. My wolf immediately agreed with my assessment, eager to make it a reality.

Anything to keep the thoughts of Lothaire's naked body out of her mind. She entered the bedroom, her cheeks burning hot. Thankfully, Lothaire clad himself in the pants once more. "I need to send the picture of runes to my team," Willow said, waving her phone in the air. Lothaire grunted and turned not giving her a reply. Willow swiftly snapped 2-3 shots covering every angle of the runes and sent them to Brenda. She is not ready to face the questions. Especially from Reagan when they ask her who's back it is and what is he doing in her bed.