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Oh, this is just the start. The last ten chapters are going to be a wild ride; you might want to hang on to your hat
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AARON “My lords. My ladies.” Prince Aaron stood tall, meeting each lord’s eyes. The taste of wolfsbane sat heavy on his tongue, his wolf silenced for the full moon. It was a necessary precaution; he could not afford to slip up. Not today. “Today, this council stands on the verge of greatness. Six years ago, I brought a proposal to you. You denied it. Since then, I have carefully considered my position, and done what I could to prove myself to you. “And today, we have results. We have
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No, fated mates is really only a werewolf thing; it's the specific lycanthropy strain trying to find the perfect person to spread to. Which is to say, Connor and Soren are not mates on the werewolf sense.
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He really should have said something by now. At this point, if the truth comes out, the pain that will undoubtedly follow is kinda his own fault.
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Yeah. Like pulling a werewolf's teeth
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“You bought him wolfsbane to apologise?!” If looks could kill, Connor would be a smoking pile of ash. Unfortunately, Khurtschono wasn’t a mage who could fry people with a look. “Of all the moronic things you could have done-” Her hands clawed the air, rage wafting off her. “Gods bless it, why are you two so stupid?!” “I made a mista-” “I fucking told you not to talk about money around him! The one bit of advice I give, and you fucking blow it! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” If Cath
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It's always good to remember your roots, especially the higher you climb.
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Yeah. It was a fun way to have Aaron press the flesh
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AMBER It had been nearly six years since she’d last been able to run. Now, three years after her surgery, Amber was jogging on the treadmill. She would have been elated, if she wasn’t fuming. Aaron stepped onto the treadmill beside Amber silently. He began a brisk walk, not quite matching Amber’s speed. Not that she expected him to — they each had their own ways to deal with the situation. It was a credit to the prince that he didn’t ask if she was okay. She was not. “The only historica
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Connor couldn’t take his eyes off his phone. Through first period, it sat on his desk, a silent monument to his fuck-up. The teacher droned on — something about differential equations — and Connor stared. Second period was even more tense. He left his phone in his locker. What if Soren did call? No, Soren was in class. He wouldn’t call. What if River called? In his mind, Connor kept hearing a ringing phone, ruining any chance of concentrating he had. “You’re running extra this afternoon,” Al
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Thanks. Sasha sure has his work cut out for him.
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There's something about selecting your heirs from those who many would consider the lowest in the world. They know what it's like to need help. And they'll either rise to the occasion and help others, or sit on their laurels and enjoy the high life. Aaron is certainly not the latter.
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If the Císařské Louky airport was a study in majesty, Ambroz Residence was a study in muted elegance. A tall brick tower stood against the magenta skyline, blue paint lit with lights circling every floor. Sasha counted at least eighty floors, most with at least twenty rooms on each, if the windows were any judgement. Stepping through a glass entranceway led to a spacious lobby, where a group of Daknar slaves worked to make the residents feel at home. A marble fountain drew the eye immediately
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Inspiration comes and goes unfortunately. I still tinker with old stories, so there will probably be more to Itumak and Lian's story, but not yet.
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ITUMAK “What makes you think I’m a guard?” Itumak gulped down a shot, relishing the burn of whiskey in his throat. Beside him, a human nursed a beer — his only drink since entering the bar nearly half an hour ago. “I’ve seen you on the TV,” the man said, his voice sending shivers down Itumak’s spine. “You were one of the guards who greeted those people from Ceos.” Itumak shrugged. “You got me. But why me?” “Look, I’m already a city guard. I know the deal. I need a sponsor to even ha
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Thanks And yeah, he really does need to come clean. Though to be fair, he did try with River.
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It was over. Connor had given Soren an excuse to break up with him. Khurtschono wasn’t talking to him. Soren could go back to the way things were before. He could be normal again, just like he wanted. So why did his heart ache so much? ‘Please call me.’ He couldn’t call. Better just to let the relationship die out. No matter how many times Connor messaged or tried to call him, Soren could not return the calls. Besides, it still hurt. Was that all he was to Connor? Some charity case for h
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He really is a fun character. One of my favourites.
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Oh sure, sleep with one woman and suddenly it doesn't matter that you're gay; all the girls want you
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AARON He hadn’t expected the delegation to be so large. Or for the seats beside him to be so hotly contested. Aaron walked around the table, examining the placecards that told people where to sit. A large candelabra hung over the oak table, with hundreds of glittering lights. Against the wall, a fireplace crackled with faux flames. The palace hadn’t burned wood in it in decades, but it still offered a very real warmth that threatened to make the makeup on Aaron’s face run. Twenty well-cra
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It was funny how his hopes and dreams came crashing down, and all Connor could do was grin about it. Okay, maybe not his dreams. But he had been hoping Soren would turn him. It was one of those decisions he really probably should think out more, but Connor had never been one for meticulous planning. The walk to the river was long enough to soothe the sting — what werewolf didn’t want to fuck their boyfriend? He knew he was being unfair. Not all werewolves were horny. Some were more predatory
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A near death experience can be rather frightening. Even if you weren't exactly near death.
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The smell of heated bread mixed with the strong scent of vanilla. Sasha wrinkled his nose, adjusting his uniform one last time before stepping out of the basement of the manor. He hurried to the kitchen, checking the rolls. Out of the corner of his eye, Sasha saw Evžen sitting at the table, and the Faro fought back a frown. It was far too early for his master to be awake. Had he even slept at all? “I’ve decided your punishment,” the Lidikrys yawned, resting his chin on the breakfast nook tab
