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Hearing him say that, she suddenly averted her gaze from staring at him. She shyly waved her hand to start a conversation: "Can your eyes change color?" "Why do you know?" She did not hide it: "Actually last night I saw your eyes were red." Last night he thought she was unconscious, and probably wouldn't remember anything. But he guessed wrong, she did not lose consciousness but still remembered everything clearly. Because he is a werewolf, when he walks out in the dark, his eyes will turn red. It seems that she has doubts about his identity. She already knew anyway, he shrugged: "Just as you thought."

His promise and his words made my flesh tingle but I refused to believe this was desire. “We’re mortal enemies. Werewolves hate Vampires and vise versa, so why me?” “Prison rules are different and I know Vampires have an excellent sexual drive, it matches my own. Look, I’m not looking to make a Luna out of you, it’s just not going to happen. But I want you to belong to me.” “What if I say no? You will take me by force?” “I don’t think that would be necessary, female creatures can hardly resist my charms.”

Her body thrashed against his hands to get away but her every attempt was futile against his wolf. "Here." She heard his wolf's voice inside her head, "You love to tease me, my bitch? Now take what I give you. This is what you deserve. Now thrash against me more because it makes me much more hard. Scream until your throat dries but I will not stop until I am satisfied." She kept struggling to get free but Vishous’ wolf was stronger than any werewolf she had ever come across. His monster dick kept slamming inside her warmth continuously. Fucking her so hard that her body was colliding with the wall with a loud thumping voice.

“My coven… they always said you were a monster.” Kael’s hands gripped her ass, guiding her to slide along his length. “They lied, little witch. And now the bond is changing you.” His voice dropped. “I can smell it. Your magic is mixing with wolf blood.” Before she could respond, he flipped them, settling between her thighs. This time there was no brutal rush. He kissed down her body—slow, worshipful. His tongue traced her collarbone, then lower, circling her nipples until she arched with soft moans.

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Honestly, as I looked around the room, if you took away the performers, it reminded me of the rut scenes from Lisa Ladew’s One True Mate series. Yes, I read smutty shifter romance. Blame Uncle Alex! He’s the one who reads those books, even before he knew Aurelia was a werewolf. I picked them up because it is entertaining to see all the various takes on the reality we live in as humans in the supernatural world. We have a shifter smut book club. Uncle Alex started it, and it expanded over the years. Even members from the Sicilian packs are involved, like Zoe and André.

He found it hilarious that I was into werewolf romance novels. “So you have a thing for hot werewolf alphas?” He chuckled. “You know some of those stories are stupid, don’t you? Especially that one. What’s it called? Yeah, The Alpha’s Destiny. Werewolves don’t have powers nor do they live until they’re ten thousand. That author must be on some crack.” He shook his head. “Well, it’s better than the zombie comics you have stashed under your bed,” I retorted. “If you don’t stop making fun of my reading materials, I will show Valko your nerd stash,” I warned.

She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't." A full werewolf. Rule number one: do not entertain snide or passive aggressive comments. Biting my tongue, I made sure a smile was still fixed on my face by widening it. I continued, "I would like to know your names." In turns they began introducing themselves. "My name is Alta Scots from the Beastclaw pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda..." On and on they went until a petite redhead and a tall brunette introduced themselves. "My name's Robyn Wolfe from the Segrid pack, and I am forever at your service, Miss Hilda," said the tall brunette.

My eyes motioned to Bazaar standing in the rain. "Kill him you weakling!" he shouted infuriated. Knowing he was losing, badly. None of his men could kill Alpha Deucalion. They were no match for him. Alpha Deucalion growled with rage at Bazaar, killing the last werewolf. I covered both ears and lowered to the ground at how loud his growling was. My ears ache from the terrible sound. I hurriedly stood up and again looked through the window as I heard another fight begin.

Finding and killing that which was all that mattered right now. “Your parents? Dinner? Your mom put it on every calendar you have, digital and physical.” Henrik shook his head and pointed at my Moonlight Muse wall calendar, which André had gotten me. It was tragic to switch from April, featuring my favorite Elijah Westwood, to André’s triple threat favorites, the Rossi Brothers. I know what you’re thinking. I’m a werewolf, so why do I read romance books about werewolves? Because I can, that’s why. Because the lore in books doesn’t align with my reality, making it an interesting escape. Plus, if you haven’t read a Moonlight Muse book, you really shouldn’t judge.