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His wolf was already going wild in anticipation of getting laid.

"You called for me sir. Urgently."
She knew nothing about the rules of shape shifters or bossy CEOs.
She said quietly, watching the vein in his neck tick when she spoke.
Oh my God! Was he pissed? Was he supposed to wait for him to speak before she did?

"Where are we going?" she asked as they exited her office.
"My house," he replied simply, noting the impersonal way he had said the word.

He was not taking her to a fancy restaurant but home with him on their date.
Shana had an idea of what was going to happen.
In all her life, she had never imagined she would lose her virginity for the sake of her duty because that was what was going to happen tonight.

"I should warn you," he said stopping suddenly.


Shana Johnson had always lived a life away from prying eyes as a plain waitress but she was way more than that. She is a Crier, communicating with the Dead and fulfilling their last wishes, even when such wishes involve ruining and killing Alpha wolf, Asher Anderson, something his dead stepfather, Adam desperately wants.
But it turned out not to be as simple as it seem when her dormant heart started beating the moment she set her eyes on the powerful shifter and she was caught between duty and love.
Asher Anderson is ruthless but with a heart clamoring for love his Crier of a mother had denied him. He hates her kind and he would never even be caught talking to one let alone bonding with one. But what happens when he finds out the woman his wolf had claimed was no more than what he detested with his whole existence; a Crier?
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A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.