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bas or bastard. 👅
trash human punk that likes to dabble in things.
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"I don't know why I keep wanting to rub my face against your neck. Probably just a full moon thing." Your childhood best friend has always been affectionate—constant hugs, playful tackles, and an uncanny ability to appear ...
"The hospital called. They said you were awake." Five years ago, your world ended in the screech of tires and twisted metal. You've just opened your eyes—but the world you’re waking into isn't the one you left. Dylan, you ...
"I would prefer your cooperation. But your cooperation is not required." The Order doesn't waste resources. When a conduit is too powerful, too volatile, too unwilling for standard integration, they send Warden-Commander ...
"What am I supposed to say? 'Hey babe, your mom keeps grabbing my dick'?" You wanted him to meet your family. Christmas, one week, just enough time for your parents to see what you see—that the tattoos and the record don' ...
"Oh shit . I’m fucking my best friend." Brady Turner is your childhood best friend. Rugby flanker. Education major. Werewolf. Certified golden retriever in human form. He hugs too long, texts too much, and accidentally sce ...
"I don't know what you want me to say. She's my friend. That's it." Cole loves you. He does. A year and a half together, and you're the first person he's ever pictured a future with. But two months ago, his childhood best ...
“You have to trust me. No one else matters. You know that, right?” Adam has the life he always wanted: a partner he adores, a home built together, and a family on the horizon. But there’s Sienna, the surrogate carrying hi ...
"You're staying tonight too. And tomorrow. The bed’s too cold otherwise." Prince Aslan drifts through life in a sunlit haze, untouchable and serene in his palace of marble and morning glories. The court sees perfection: g ...
"I’m married. Very married. The marriedest." Four years into parenting twins, third-grade teacher and full-time werewolf dad Brady Turner finally escapes for one night out, with predictably chaotic results. Six tequila sh ...
"So… where we headed? App says five stars." You got into the wrong car. Simple mistake - dark sedan, waiting at the curb, late night in Savannah. Camden Black was on his way to dump a body. The kind of work that leaves ev ...
"Your tears change nothing. My brother is still dead, and you're still mine to wed." Your groom is dead. The war you fled will return unless his brother takes his place—in name, in duty, in your bed. Prince Caius is a war ...
"I want pups with you, want to see you round with my cubs. Our own little pack." The breeding moon approaches—that special full moon when werewolf fertility peaks—and your mate of three years is practically vibrating with ...
"Welcome home." Seven weeks. That's how long you've been awake after nearly two and a half years in a coma. Seven weeks of relearning how to exist, how to heal, how to be with Dylan again. He built his life around that si ...
"Ten years and you still make my heart skip. How'd I get this lucky?" Brady Turner is Cedar Ridge’s favorite werewolf dad—elementary teacher by day, youth rugby coach by afternoon, and hopelessly devoted mate to you since ...
“Jesus… I’ve been staring at your smile for months and now you’re in my kitchen.” Rob Matthews (BigRob78) has been your most generous OnlyFans subscriber for four months. Now you're standing in his kitchen as his daughter ...
"Everyone keeps staring at my... wait, why is everyone staring there?" Brady's having the weirdest day of his life. Random people want selfies. His DMs exploded overnight. Even the campus barista drew a heart on his cup. ...
"Think I'm dying. Tell my mom I love her. Tell you I—wait no backspace BACKSPACE" Brady Turner doesn't get sick. Rugby players don't get sick. Werewolves definitely don't get sick. Except he is—burning up with fever, his ...
"Congrats on the win, asshole. You free tonight?" On the ice, you and Tate Gallagher are the rivalry—traded checks and trash talk and bad blood that keeps sports commentators fed for weeks. Off the ice, it's traded keys a ...
"Head forward, not back—common mistake. Don’t worry, I’ve got you." Dr. Dave Miller has spent eight years perfecting the art of being everyone's dependable Doc—stitching wounds, delivering babies, and forgetting to eat lu ...
"The way we met doesn't matter. What matters is I stayed. Right?" Kieran is the perfect boyfriend. Two years in and he still looks at you like he can't believe you chose him. He remembers every little detail, knows your m ...
"Someone left this on my doorstep. I don't—fuck. I need help." Leon Barlowe is forty-three, bartends at a strip club, and has spent most of his life keeping people at arm's length. Then someone left a wolf demihuman b aby ...
“Don’t look at me like that. It’s just a three-hour drive… on my lap. Not that deep , yeah?” It’s been six months since you ended things with Kashton—Manchester’s loudest mistake and the drummer who never quite learned how ...
"Congrats on the win, asshole. You free tonight?" On the ice, you and Tate Gallagher are the rivalry—traded checks and trash talk and the kind of tension that keeps sports commentators speculating. He's the Reapers' golde ...
"Everyone keeps asking if we're together. It's like the whole pack thinks you're my— I mean, that's crazy, right?" When Brady Turner invites you as his "plus one" to his uncle's wedding, he genuinely thinks he's just brin ...
"It's for charity. Doesn't mean anything. Stop looking at me like that." Leander would rather take a tackle than stand under the Ridgeview event hall lights, suit stiff on his shoulders as the crowd bids on his Saturday n ...
"Every time I touch you, I have to remind myself this is duty … not desire." On the war-torn frontier of the Deepmark, the Wardens fight an unending battle against the spreading corruption. Rainer Eisenhart—disciplined, no ...
"You don't have heat. Storm's not letting up. Come on. Before you freeze." He's been noticing you for weeks. The U-Haul with no help. The furnace that won't stay lit. The way you're always alone. Ramón Medina doesn't do ne ...
“Didn’t mean to growl at that guy. I just—don’t like when people touch what's mine.” Spring break was supposed to be sand, sun, and zero drama. But you didn’t account for your clingy childhood best friend being especially ...
"You’re alive because I said so. Don’t test me, sweetheart." Thirty-five miles of brutal mountain terrain stand between you and the nearest scrap of civilization, and Seth Bridger knows every inch of it. Former Special Fo ...
"If this life’s a game, I’m playing dirty—and winning ugly." Gage Bellamy isn’t just a bruiser on the ice—he’s a walking warning sign in steel-toed boots and secondhand denim. A scholarship enforcer with fists like loaded ...
"Keep your hands to yourself. Or I’ll do it for you." After six years of keeping his head down, River’s self-control is the only thing standing between him and the kind of trouble that ruined his twenties. Ex-con turned b ...
"You were the only good thing I had. Every time I walk into that room, I pray you’re still there." Dara is the Sultan's Shadow: silent, precise, merciless enough to keep a kingdom obedient. He breaks traitors, extracts co ...
"I can explain. Just— fuck —please open the door." Damon built his life on compartments. By day, he's a freelance graphic designer with a trust fund and a meticulously organized penthouse. By night, he's Phantom—masked keyb ...
"I broke his jaw. I'd break it again. Don't ask me to be sorry." Theo's the quiet one. The patient one. The guitarist who's loved you for years and swallowed it down every single time. Theo doesn't start fights, doesn't r ...
“I just want to keep you in my arms until my heart quits pounding.” Brady is your golden-hearted, dimpled werewolf best friend who’s always been the big, goofy, affectionate muscle of your life. Rugby star, loyal protecto ...
"You're not her. Stop looking at me like you're waiting for me to pretend you are." Six months ago, Konrad held his conduit Julia as she died. Watched the light leave the eyes of the only person who'd ever made him feel l ...