Adrian Blackthrone.Panting, I pulled away from her. I raised my head to stare at her as I tore at the fastening to my belt and pants. I pulled the fabric away, stripping the last of the clothes from my body in a rush. I saw that she was flushed from the chest up to her cheeks. The sight was enough
Morana AmbroseI was still sleeping when Hazel came knocking on my door."Morana? Are you awake? Adrian wants you to come to breakfast." I groaned as I opened my eyes. Every inch of my body ached—not all unpleasant, but a lot of it. There was an ache deep in my core that caused a flutter in my stoma
Morana Ambrose. I had just sat down to read a book until lunch when I heard a knock at the door. I was really letting myself get distracted today."Come in," I said."Hey," Sarah called as she opened the door."Hey Sarah, what are you doing here?" I asked her, happy to see her after so many days. S
"So, what?" I asked her."So, how was it?" She grinned. "Come on, you've got to tell me. And you promised to tell me all about Adrian’s pieces, remember?" She stuck the tip of her tongue out and bit it playfully. "Come on, Mor, give me some details here.""I don't know what to say; it wasn't planned
Morana Ambrose"Hello Adrian." I said I was sitting up as straight in my chair as I could. I saw that he was not empty-handed. "What is that?" Adrian smirked. "I thought we could have dinner together." He looked confident and a little smug, but I couldn't help but feel a little excited that he was
Morana Ambrose. Adrian was watching me, waiting for my next move, while I was enjoying the view. But I was inexperienced and didn't know exactly what he wanted me to do. I knew what I wanted, though, and that was to see more. Moving my eyes lower, I saw that there was already a bulge in his pants.
His golden eyes burned with need as he eyed me hungrily. His face was drool-worthy, with a perfectly sculpted nose and jaw, not to mention high, sharp cheekbones. His prominent neck muscles swelled and flowed into the most perfectly smooth and sculpted chest I could ever imagine. Powerful arms, a p
Morana Ambrose.I felt Adrian's hand tickling its way up my inner thigh. I squirmed from the touch, but was eager to feel him as well. He danced his fingers up my thigh slowly until his fingers tangled into the curls at my core. He pulled softly on the small hairs; the sensation wasn't exactly painf
“Exactly,” Morana said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll teach them to be brave, to stand up for what’s right, and to love fiercely.” After dinner, we moved to the living room, the kids nestled in our arms. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of lamps and the s
I leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, feeling as if we were the only two people in the world at that moment. “We did this together, Morana. Always together.” “Hey, you two lovebirds!” Rowan called from the doorway, a wide grin on his face. “Hazel wants to know if you’re ready for a family di
Adrian Blackthrone. Years later. I paced anxiously in the hallway of the hospital, outside the delivery rooms, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Her cries from inside of the room make me feel more anxious. Today was a day we had both anticipated and dreaded—the day our liv
Adrian BlackthroneI heard it—a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the silence like a blade. “Adrian! Adrian!”My heart shattered at the sound. It was her voice, raw with pain and desperation. I woke up and pushed myself up. I glanced at the sword pierced into my chest and slowly pulled it out. M
"A test?" Adrian frowned, his brows drawing together. "What do you mean?"Selene’s eyes softened, and she gestured toward the waterfall. "Walk with me."He followed her, the pups padding alongside them as they made their way toward the water’s edge. The sound of the falls grew louder, a calming pres
A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches
Morana Ambrose. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, slipping into the dark void that was beckoning me with open arms. But through the haze of agony, I could make out the witches surrounding me, their voices raised in urgent chants, their hands glowing with the raw power of magic. They were
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan