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BLAISE “Shh.” He eases my hands back away from the collar of my shirt. But I’m so conscious of the marks that has been etched into my skin, for life. Where Damian Rouge had ravaged me and had left nothing behind. They are so horribly ugly, a flaw that I’d carry forever. I wouldn’t be a single bit surprised if he never wanted to look at me again, with that permanent reminder branded onto my throat and collarbone. Yet he can’t keep himself an inch away from me. He lifts me onto his lap. The warmth that surrounds me is so gentle that I feel the corners of my eyes sting with tears. A part of me still doesn’t believe that I’m safely back here again, away from the Rouge Alpha and his violence. “Sh.” He murmurs when I open my lips. “Don’t say a word, love.” “Your voice is still recovering.” Then he kisses a line down the scar on my face, his fingertips clasped around my chin. His lips press against mine then break. He shifts downwards, and I can barely hold down the wince when I
Alpha's Singer First Embrace
NOEL Save your breath. We’ll talk once we’re back at Shadow. His words revolve in my mind in an unending film. He’d told me to come to his room the moment that the Pack Healer had finished with me. Now I’m trudging down the halls, my steps even heavier than my heart slowly sinking down my chest. He had sounded mad. No, furious. He hadn’t said a single word to me the entire time he had brought me back to Shadow. I quickly touch my throat, wincing at the white bandages that climbed high up to my chin and covered the entire mass of my right shoulder underneath the loose folds of my shirt. I looked like I was trying to camouflage myself into the snow. I breathe, then come to a stop in front of a window. His room would be just around the corner. Taking a deep breath, I turn to the window and give myself a sharp scan. The glass reflects a weak, malnourished wolf, limbs a bit too lanky and amber eyes glowing hauntingly against pale cheeks. I quickly give my cheeks a couple of
Alpha's Singer Sterling Silver
BLAISE His lips are hot. I don’t know how that can be even possible. His tongue runs over my skin, and it takes all of me to press down a moan as I arch into him. He kisses the exact spots that he had kissed and marked me against my will. He reaches for the neckline of my dress, slipping it lower on the curve of my shoulder to expose my entire neck and the top curves of my breasts. “Tell me if it hurts.” He marks me. And a deep moan bursts from my lips before I can even stop it. His touch feels like fire against my skin, yet it feels so pleasant that I want more. My breaths run wild as he marks me a second time. Then a third. A fourth. The air itself burns. The pain and humiliation that I had felt while Damian Rouge had forced himself onto me slowly fades away in the back of my mind, replaced by pure lust and pleasure. I can’t believe how different it feels. Nothing is the same. “Command me when to stop, Blaise.” “Because I will not.” The sound of him undoing the but
Alpha's Singer Special: Ezra and Noel
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Alpha's Singer The Gathering
BLAISE The dress makes me feel unlike the Omega that I really am. The Gathering is massive. It feels even larger than the year before, and even the year before that. Held on the Peaks of Azareth, the Gathering included thousands of wolves from all the Packs that were scattered across the Mountains and Forests of Ilea. Even the Packs who lived secluded, holed up in the most reclusive of places showed themselves at this time, once a year during the Gathering. The Peaks of Azareth was a gorgeous clearing that stretched out for miles on end, covered with grasses that stayed dark evergreen throughout the entire year. A thin sheen of white snow covers the grass, frosting it with a layer of ice. In the center, there lays a ring of tall stone pillars rooted into the ground. Ancient figures and characters mark indecipherable lines down the rock. Circlatrix. The Alphas are already there, with their mates. All the other members of the Pack are forbidden to come in, between the tight
Alpha's Singer The Five
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Her eyes directly meet mine. And I see a feline smile upturn her scarlet lips, covered by a thin chiffon. Then as if she had clearly wanted me to see, her gaze slides over to Christian next to me. Christian doesn’t see. But I do. I see her run her gaze down his body in the most lustful way that anyone who would’ve seen her would know. But as if she’d cast some spell, no one knows. She gives me a deep, meaningful smile. I can practically hear her voice. He does not belong with you, ugly Omega. She is not the only one who looks at me this way. Practically everyone has their eyes fixed on me, like a ring of predators surrounding a weak prey trembling in the center. But I am not prey. I take my place next to Christian. And as if he can sense the shift in my aura, Christian gives me a knowing, amused look. His eyes always roam back to mine, every ten seconds. It’s as if nowhere else he looks pleases him.And after what seems to be an eternity of heavy silence, full of flickering
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