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The Play-Toy Of Three Lycan Kings

Maya, an omega, has been a victim of bullying since she turned sixteen and was found out to be without the wolf gene or trait. Her chief tormentors were the three sons of the Lycan King who ruled over the entire werewolf regions, taking into captive colonies that defied his order. After being set up by a jealous classmate, Maya is beaten and left for dead at the borders of their pack by the king’s three sons, who told the pack that she had been captured by some rogues. Maya is saved by a witch who adopted and drilled her on the ways of the ancient magic and sorcery, whilst encouraging and preparing her for a huge revenge plan which threatens to upset the balance of the world and unleash the great threads of darkness seven years later when she returns to her previous pack to perpetrate justice on her tormentors. She comes at a crossroads when she discovers her true heritage and that her mate was the biggest bully there ever was, Adam Brekans, eldest son of the lycan king. What happens now? Would Maya continue on her quest for revenge? Or would she submit to the threads of love so that peace could reign?

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At The Party V

I dipped my head to press my mouth to the hollow of Adam's sternum, to slide my tongue over the ultrasensitive skin above his heart.

I was merged with him now, reading his mind, his erotic fantasies, wanting to bring them to life.

He groaned as his gut clenched hotly, his body responding with fierce aggression. His body knew me. Knew the entirety of me.

He watched me smile at the feel of his hard length burning against my skin. I had no inhibitions when I lay with him, only a fierce desire to burn with him.

"Answer me, Adam, the truth." My fingertips brushed his velvet tip, fingers curled around the heavy thickness of him sending hunger raging through his body.

I was playing with fire, but he didn't have the strength to stop me; he didn't want to stop me.

His hands curled in my hair, two tight fists.

"Both," he managed to gasp, shocked at his response.

Was he being bewitched?