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Billionaire Hybrid in Love

I could feel his crotch press firmly on me from behind as he grabbed my neck and kissed me behind my ear. His breath was so chill and I could hear it sing a thousand songs. I felt my self getting lost slowly as his fingers found its way down my pants. "Ouuuu, is that pre-cum or you got wet from the foreplay" Lewis said as he grabbed my ass and lifted me up. My arms wrapped around his neck, his fangs had this silver look to it. Staring into his eyes I said "Does it really matter? You made it happen. Now less talking, start working on making my legs shake" I said as I buried my fangs in his shoulder ************************* Ever thought the Female Alpha would be an overly serious person? Dianne, born in the mystical realm of Tamigrove embarked on a journey of self discovery after her pack forced on her a mate she couldn't see herself being with. Her journey takes her across plains she never imagined, she found love, lost love and sought love for the soul. For her to be reborn and made a hybrid, she is put through a rigorous ritual process, sleep in the coffin. Reborn, she finds herself in the modern world and very few of the people she lived with made it through. With the wisdom collected over the years, she navigates her way through the modern era and builds a name for herself. The smooth run comes to an end when her past comes knocking. How does she handle it? How does she maintain her love life and her personal life troubles without both of them intertwining? Does she let the troubles get to her or does she let it swallow her?

THEATK · Fantasy
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46 Chs
#R18
#WEREWOLF
#VAMPIRE
#CEO
#POSSESSIVE
#SWEETLOVE
#FATEDLOVE
#ALPHA
#SEDUCTIVE

The Light of truth or deception.

The quiet of the house was interrupted only by the soft breathing of Sarah asleep on the couch. Dianne's heart ached for her friend, but she knew she had to act quickly. Every second that passed could bring more danger.

Determined, she climbed the stairs to her room, her movements swift and purposeful. Her fingers brushed against the banister, the wood cool and familiar under her touch. She reached the door and pushed it open, stepping into the dimly lit space. In the far corner, nestled among her most prized possessions, was the orb.

The orb was a family heirloom of the banshees, passed down through generations but was given I her by Sarah's grandmother as a token of appreciation for saving their village once. It was small, fitting comfortably in the palm of her hand, and glowed faintly with a bluish hue. Made of crystal and imbued with ancient magic, it had the power to reveal hidden truths and provide protection. Tonight, she would need both.