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Sandra proudly holds up a novel featuring a shirtless pirate hugging a woman while lightning strikes behind them. "I think I win." I raise the book in my hand. Mine features a billionaire standing on a mountain wearing a tuxedo while wolves howl around him. Sandra stares at it. "Why are there wolves?" "I don't know." "Why is he on a mountain?" "I also don't know." "Why is he wearing a tuxedo?" "I've stopped asking questions." She laughs so hard she has to lean against a bookshelf. "I cannot believe someone approved this." "The wolves approved it."

He swayed his hips and took a few steps, rubbing his tip maliciously between my legs. "Ah!" As if struck by lightning, I instinctively tried to cover my lower body, but when Victor lifted me, I fell back involuntarily. I swiftly wrapped my arm around his neck, pushing out my chest. My skin, slick with sweat, heightened every sensation, and the intense tingling nearly overwhelmed me. "No... Stop it..." Victor exerted force with his back, ignoring my pleas. His hands lifted my hips, supporting me as I bobbed up and down, caressing my soft curves gently, constantly teasing my desire, as his breathing became increasingly heavy.

“A piece of me, in his hands, and he walks like it’s nothing.” The wind swirled one last time. It was so playful yet knowing, whispering secrets to the city that only it could understand. “I'd keep my Windax with you for a little bit longer.”

Second-guessing was a weakness I couldn’t indulge. The water hammered against my back, each droplet a sharp reminder of the cold reality I faced. I lingered under the relentless spray until my skin was raw, the heat barely touching the ice hidden deep within my chest. Half an hour later, I killed the water and stepped out, steam wrapping around me like a shroud. I dried off and slipped into a plain white shirt, the fabric taut against my broad shoulders, clinging to my damp skin like a second layer. No room for weakness here. Loose gray pajama pants draped low on my hips, a mere illusion of normalcy masking a body honed for battle.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“Mary, do you think it appropriate to skull the living because of the lack of understanding?” The woman shook her head, as she glared at the man who had spoken to her. “I don’t care about the circumstances James, but things need to be known.” She raised her finger towards Ava. “She needs to know how much of a danger she is to come.” Next to Ava, she felt another presence making their way towards her. She turned and saw a Native man, who came and leaned next to her. “Spirit Walker, a dark dragon has just entered the area.” He pointed towards the area behind him. “Coming this way.”

KAIA The Moonfang border looks exactly the same as the night I swore I'd never cross it again. The pines still stand like sentinels along the mountain road. The wind still carries the scent of wolves on patrol—earthy musk mixed with pine and something wild that makes my wolf stir restlessly beneath my skin. And my heart still clenches like it knows I'm about to make a mistake.

Then harder. The wind screamed across the cliffside. One of the warriors approached carefully. "Alpha." I didn't turn around. "The storm is worsening." No response. "We should return." Still nothing. Another flash of lightning split the sky. Thunder followed immediately. The rain soaked through my clothes. Cold. Relentless. I welcomed it. Because it was the only thing I could still feel. The warrior tried again. "Alpha—" "Leave." The word came out low. Dangerous. The warrior immediately stepped back.

Beau “Shit!” I tried to warn Wyatt back as the vortex of wind whipped around Bri but he didn’t listen. I watched them as they seemed to freeze in time, stuck in the eyes of the tempest that was Brianna. I watched as my Alpha gingerly leaned in whispering words I couldn’t hear. Watching her respond to him from afar was mind-blowing. The man I knew showed no interest in women, I didn't think he knew how. Sure, over the years he got his cock wet a few times between here and there and there and here, but it was never anything more than a release. This one he was zeroed in on. The softness of his touches, the consideration of his support for her. Why she seemed to have forgiven him so easily I d

"I didn't lie! I just told Victor the truth about the leak and the scout’s background!" "And did you tell her you were the one who authorized the security bypass in the VTN ROOM, Brooke? Did you tell her you were the one who framed him?" "Grant! How can you say that?! I’ve been your Lead Enforcer for years!" "I’m not discussing this with you anymore, Brooke. Get out of my mother’s room." "Grant Walker, don't you dare speak to her like that! She’s your intended!" "She’s nothing to me. I will never sign the mating papers with Brooke Caldwell. The only mate I want—the only one my wolf will ever accept—is Mars Reed."