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Cade looked up at the mansion, waiting for Riven to emerge. ... Riven arrived at the room Annabelle occupied and brought down the door with a vicious blow. The door flew off its hinges and landed at the other end of the room. Just like he feared, the room was empty. The faint scent of apples and roses, mixed with the smell of lilac wafted in the air and added to Riven's rage. It would take the intervention of the moon goddess to prevent him from killing Annabelle. He stooped and picked up a half eaten apple from the foot of the bed. Bringing it close to his nose, he sniffed it. And his rage seemed to intensify as he perceived a strange smell emanating from it.

The rogue chuckled once more, shaking his head "You know what? Since I'm feeling agreeable today; I'll tell you" He leaned forward slowly "It's possible because Ravina is an evil genius witch who figured out how to concoct a wolfsbane contained poison in such a way that it needs to either get into the bloodstream or be ingested in order for it's deadly toxins to activate" My brows raised "Ravina? That's the witch's name?" He shrugged "That's what I said, isn't it?" I scoffed in disbelief as I slowly straightened and walked back over to where Dean and surprisingly; Anya were standing with wide eyes

Hadley has spent most of her life being loved by the Royal Pack. Orphaned young and raised beneath the protection of the Alpha King and Luna Queen, she grew up inside the palace alongside their son, Killian. She may be wolfless, and she may not have royal blood, but to the people who matter, she has always been family. Until Killian comes home. One night Hadley can’t remember leaves her waking in his bed at three-thirty in the morning. By breakfast, Killian has found his mate. Her best friend, Avery. And then Hadley’s world begins to change. Memories no longer fit. Friends turn cold. Accidents become accusations. Evidence appears where it shouldn’t, and the boy who once

Behind her stood Romeo, still mostly dressed, jeans shoved down just enough, face set in that hungry, possessive expression that made my stomach flip. “We’re not done,” he muttered, picking up the pace again. "I’m gonna fill this tight little cunt again before I let you out of here.”

His breathing was rough and when his eyes opened, they were sharp despite the pain. He looked directly at me. “You’re Jacob,” he rasped. “Yes.” He pushed himself up slightly. “My name is Riven.” His voice trembled with exhaustion. “I came from Veyr’s territory.” The clearing went silent again. “What do you want?” I asked. Riven’s eyes burned with hatred. “Revenge.” A few wolves growled. “I was part of his pack,” Riven continued. “Until he slaughtered my family.” The anger in his voice felt real.

A walk between friends becomes something more. They passed what used to be a garden, a space of twisted stone now reborn in shades of blue and silver, strange flowers blooming from impossible soil, vines weaving through arches with a kind of sentient elegance. “Everything here is alive,” Mae whispered. Riven smiled softly. “So are you.” She turned to him. He was watching her, really watching her, like he could see all the pieces she tried to hide. “You think it’s weird?” she asked.

His arm wound tightly around my ribs, locking me against him so forcefully I could feel the rapid, dangerous thud of his heart. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his scent instantly choking out the smell of mint. "Did you really think," Riven purred, the sound sending a violent shiver straight down my spine, "that I'd let a cop put his hands on what belongs to me?"

I swore someone asked if he kept the receipt. Once we sat down, Triston gripped my thigh, leaning into my ear. "Careful with our words. You and I are madly in love," he whispered. I gritted my teeth, responding, "I know." I retorted, “Your family is kind as always.” He was close to my face, and I could smell his cologne. Musky yet so clean,