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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

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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?

Billionaire Hybrid in Love

Amidst the harsh lights and echoing roars of the arena, Dianne stood, her heart pounding in her chest. She was a lone wolf in a world of fierce competitors, fighting not just for survival, but for a chance to prove herself worthy of respect and recognition from Lucian Crimson.

In the beginning, Dianne struggled. She stumbled and fell, her every move clumsy and uncertain. The other fighters sneered and mocked her, viewing her as nothing more than an easy target. But Dianne refused to be cowed. With each defeat, she rose again, her determination burning brighter than ever.

Day after day, she honed her skills, pushing herself beyond her limits until every muscle screamed in protest. She learned to anticipate her opponents' moves, to react with lightning-fast reflexes honed by instinct and experience. Slowly but surely, Dianne began to hold her own in the arena, her victories becoming more frequent, more decisive.

Down Memory Lane II