Alpha Sven's POV I walked out of the Pack House with my mate at my side, holding hands as we looked out on the aftermath of war. Wounded wolves were making their way back, the nurses doing triage, taking the seriously injured in first. First aid kits were open everywhere, as warriors tended to their own using their first responder training. We walked amo...
In Which an Elven Servant Suffers a Succubus to Live in Her Home Chapter 25 *** The one catgirl keeps staring at me with this wide eyed expression while I mix drinks. It doesn't bother me, but it's the kind of thing where, if she wasn't so cute, it would be super creepy. It's flattering, but a little weird. I'm not used to being an object of affection tha...
[10 years prior] Sayori strolled into the club room. She was early because she wanted to talk with Natsuki. "Got your poem ready?" Natsuki asked, seeing her friend approach. "I do. But that's not what I wanted to discuss." "What is it then?" "It's about Monika. Can you pass on a message to her?" "Why can't you just tell her yourself when she gets here...
Two Weeks Later Alpha Yuri's POV I threw my glass at the television, shattering the screen as glass shards exploded onto the Pack members in my conference room. "Coast Guard and FBI Call Off Search for Jessie Donato's Remains," the CNN crawl says as they interview a former FBI agent on what it all means. The search had been hampered by bad weather and de...
There was no one to meet him at the airport. Michael had not expected anyone to be there, yet he knew that sometimes The Organization took care of things like that. He almost expected to see a black limo or a car with a driver waiting for him on the tarmac. But, there again, he wasn't surprised to find that there was no one at all. When the Beechcraft King...
"Garas, you're probably wondering why you're still alive, well, we got a job for you, one a sorry bitch like you shouldn't fuck up, you're to take out those rogues, consider that part of your penance," Erik Lazar, Second Prime of the House of Magyar says to me before putting three photographs on the table. I look at the tall, pale, flame-haired and green-eye...
Once again, Sydney was forced to follow Georgi’s firm, tight, and perfect butt. She was at her limit; the dreams on the massage table and while receiving the facial had increased her “Horniness Index” to record levels. Add to that, the picture of her leashed and naked at her husband’s feet left her confused, excited, and adventurous. She needed relief and...
Nobody was looking at her. Well, they were, but not for the usual reason. People usually gawked at her as she towered over them, height distracting from her voluptuous curves, now it was her curves or nothing at all. And, strangely, Amy wasn't sure how she felt about it. The initial novelty had worn off and left a faded version in its place. Small nuisances...
Patrick's POV I woke up with a splitting headache. It was light out, the sunshine overwhelming the curtains that were fully closed, and it took me a moment to realize where I was and why my head hurt. Dad warned me never to get into a drinking contest with a Russian. He should have warned me never to try and keep up, either. I looked to the bedside tab...
Jessie's POV One Week Later The candle sat in front of me at the table, mocking me with my own failure. I focused, said the words, but my fingers did nothing. Miriam had made it look so easy; she whispered the words and a flame came from her index finger, burning brightly before she extinguished it. "You're thinking too much," she said as she watched m...