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The Beta will face a challenging task, but given his unshakable determination shown in the short time I've been acquainted with him, he should be able to crack this case. “Not only that, but she holds the title of the Crown Princess of the Werewolves, she will lead us alongside her mate in years to come,” Yuval answered as he tenderly caressed Amira's cheek. “I came here solely to get her back to the Kingdom. She is not divorced but has a disagreement with her mates, the Lycan Princes.” Amira sits up in fright and stares at me with wide eyes. “A real Princess?” she exclaimed. “You also have Royals? Oooh goodness! This is so unreal. What should I call you then?”

They turned to see tall, beautiful dark haired woman standing a few feet away with a smirk on her face. Leah had to admit. She felt a momentary bit of jealousy upon first seeing the woman. The woman looked graceful and elegant. Leah felt almost homely compared to this woman, and the smirk on the woman’s face didn’t make things any better. Leah almost felt like smacking the smirk right off her face. Was this bitch one of Ray’s ex-lovers? She wouldn’t be surprised. After all, Ray was a very handsome and sexy man. He had no doubt had many past lovers to satisfy his needs. He was a wolf after all. Wolves have been rumored to have a very high sex drive.

She was Amira's secret weapon, and together they were a force to be reckoned with. Amira drove to Kendra's house, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she was about to ask a lot of Kendra, but she was hoping that she would agree to help. When Kendra opened the door, she looked surprised to see Amira standing there. But her expression quickly turned to concern, and she invited Amira inside. They sat down in the living room, and Amira took a deep breath. She knew she had to be direct, and she had to be honest. She told Kendra everything, and she asked for her help.

Good thing I didn't make her naked like the rest and my girls get tested because they would never have sex with a client. For Amara, I will do the testing myself. I trust she knew the rules already. Fuming with anger, I slammed the laptop and went past the elevator to the Room.

Amaryah licked the oil in her index finger before answering, "Hudaismi. From the west." It was a random place that first came to mind when she was asked. She had heard the word in one of the witches' stories, and it was apparently a real place. If that was so, then good. If it isn't, maybe it's also fine as long as Lucian didn't have the spare time to inquire about it. "How far from the west?" Lucian asked again.

well, that makes me more embarrassed. Why is everyone thinking I'm Amira? "I am not Amira. Amira is my close friend, my name is Krisha. The friend of them both. " I answered. I look around the utensils and find some ladder and luckily, I haven't cast out some questions to have it. I feel like in being annoying.

I don’t want her uncomfortable. Amira’s POV We entered the room and the staff already left. I don’t want to be left alone because I have never slept with a man in the same bed my whole entire life. And I still don’t want to. If I be with a man in a room and the doors are closed, I instantly fell awkwardness and uncomfortable feeling but today…….I don’t know……… I feel okay even though Elexier is here. I don’t know. I even feel excitement. NO! That still doesn’t mean I want to be sleeping in the same bed with him! Or do I? No! I still can’t because he ain’t my husband! I won’t want to do that. If he’ll insist, I’ll just sleep in the couch. I just won’t feel any comfy if that will happen. I pr

A rogue assassin attempted to kill the King, yet here, in front of others, she already looked like their Luna and Queen. By the time it grew dark, Amira had learned some of the werewolf's names, remaining after their little training session for idle chitchat. It was nice to meet a woman who didn’t despise her guts like Eden. They had either been joining in and were great fighters, or their son or daughter was the one fighting. The she-wolves did try to learn more about Amira and the King’s relationship, but they were barking up the wrong tree. She was a woman of many secrets, and this was an easy one. Besides, she didn’t really know what their relationship was now.

“You never told me you do women too,” Maria uttered, she had seen the way Amira behaved, and she knew instantly that she was a lesbian. Hearing this, Jasmine turned to Maria. She raised her brows confused wondering what was talking about. “What are you saying?” Jasmine asked, her eyes fixated on her. She watched Maria go back into her room without responding to her.