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Elemental Master

Centuries ago, Sael the Great stood among the fabled band of champions who crushed the Corrupted One and ushered in an age of peace unmatched in human history. As an Archmage whose mastery shaped the final victory, he became one of the pillars of that triumphant age. But four centuries have a way of erasing even the brightest memories. Nearly everyone Sael once laughed or fought beside has turned to dust. The world kept moving while he remained unchanged, unaging, and increasingly detached. His name became myth, sung around fires and written in children’s tales, whereas the real man withdrew to a drifting cloud far above the world—assumed dead by nearly all, a relic whispered about by scholars and eccentrics. Then someone comes knocking at the door he thought no one remembered. Ilsa, a young woman descended from one of his first companions, seeks him out with a plea he cannot ignore. Rumors spill from the Western frontier: entire villages gone without trace, consumed by a force no mage can identify. To Sael, the whispers feel like an echo—an unwelcome reminder of a nightmare he believed defeated forever. To uncover the truth, he must return to lands that no longer recognize him, navigate fanatical cults built around his legendary image, confront beasts both mundane and monstrous, untangle centuries of misconceptions about his life, and possibly accept a few students—because immortality has left him with more free time than purpose. Something strange is unraveling the peace his comrades sacrificed everything to build. And if that fragile peace is cracking, then the world may find itself relying—once again—on the Archmage whose power still far exceeds anything the age should rightfully face.
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Mated at First Sight: Seduced and Savored by the Twin Alphas

[WARNING: Features mature content that may be unsuitable for underage readers] “Audrey, it's a full moon.” Deckard's voice, deep and husky, was strained. Barely controlled. She didn't hesitate. She wrapped her arms around his trim waist, leaning into him. His scent, lightning and wild woods, floored her. “And?” His body vibrated against her cheek as he growled. “I could claim you here. Right now. Whether you're ready for it or not.” Heat flared in her chest at his words. She didn't want to feel something like this for this man. For any of the twins. They brought chaos and disorder to her life. But her resolved frayed thin. Even as she felt Tristan behind her, the heat of his hard body sizzling her spine, she knew the fight was over. His scent was different; a hint of muskiness with something else, something she couldn’t describe that belonged to him alone but was subtle enough to make her dizzy. The fragrance was exquisite, mixing with the storm to cause mayhem to her senses. Releasing her arms, she leaned back until her head rested on his sturdy chest. He pushed her golden hair to the side, his warm breath igniting the delicate skin of her neck. She shuddered when his lips touched her there, just inside the groove of her collarbone. His arms slipped around her stomach, anchoring her trembling body for the havoc he was about to reek on her senses. Deckard whirled around, his eyes completely wild. The wolf reigned supreme. Unhinged. Boundless. His lips found her own in a bruising kiss. She moaned into his mouth when Tristan's tongue lapped her skin as he sucked. Gripping her waist, Deckard curled her legs around his body rocking against her. His unyielding strength pressed her against his twin, the two forming hard walls of muscle, heat and electric fire around her. She gasped when his lips dropped lower, sucking the curve of her throat before dipping into her cleavage. His hips moved against her, his crotch digging into the centre of her thighs, the friction between them maddening. Under the silvery shards of the moon and among the ancient oaks of Wolfhenge, Audrey surrendered to her mates. To their overwhelming power, their scorching desires. She was theirs to claim.
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