Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate

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Zayne

ich should still be empty, to his knowledge. There are n

he stripped completely naked, then turned

water soak him dow

ater pouring over him and tries to rub som

ith what felt like his last bit of energ

te honest, he was exasperated as he realiz

Need any hel

training grounds with one thing on her mind. She had been l

h to know going after him then was not the right time. She knew

ad plans for w

e he returned. She had greeted, sounding al

g to look at her. Goddess, damn it! Sacha was the last thi

round her, "no, Sacha, I am fine," Zayne grow

row in question. Lips puckered in a sexy

r intentions were evident to Zayne as she slowly reached up with one hand, flexing he

attractive, and maybe if she were not this forceful and always lurking around so much that it now c

er not, besides the way she comes at him is such a turn-

r smooth, brown skin glowed, and he could see the hea

ight now. Goddess, she had wanted him

knowing smile; boy, did

ughly irritated at his reactions to her na

d him. Her supple bosom tempted him to touch, feel, and g

o, no. "You need to

he purrs, "Do you reallyyy

"Sacha, LEAVE

ay it differently for her to unde

nd command, disappointment evident on he

ure. He was highly pissed the f**k off at his reaction to her. AHHHHHHH.

horny beast who hadn't had the pleasure of female company in

s where he can meet a lovely young lady and have some f

ings a

ecome Luna. That is too much drama that he was not interested in

pair of shorts from one of the cupboards of clean cloth

per change of clothes and headed to

twood is here to see you." Zayne's Lead warrior, Nathania

d was the most clipped with him and hurried to get off t

se," Zayne instructed, getting up from the c

th his daughter and wife.

e pack house," Zayne replied, hea

. "Hey, what's up?" Mek

Dartwood is here from the Har

trek. Mekhi had sat this meeting out as he was taking

a Zayne

ehead of Alpha Jude Dartwood as he sits pat

ing behind his hairline, five feet ten inches. Dartwood occasionally swipes

rt around the room, then ov

ssomed with light makeup, clad in a chic dark blue, knee-height dr

ast her shoulders, neatly styled in a side part. Some hair fell

t to her in her chair. She did not want to be here or want to have to do thi

would come to an agreement that does not involve using her as a bargain

ay when Leandra was a child. She could not fathom why her father would

Why here? She was livid, but all her temper t

he w

e sat poised, back straight in her pinstripe gray suit and pi

when their eyes would meet. She would always be his support, and she