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Eve has powers stronger than most—but when she’s given a mission with a prize she can’t refuse, she starts to wonder if she’s strong enough to complete it. With vampires, rogue werewolves, and evil deities after her, Eve’s determination is called into question—and that’s before she finds her mate…

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Eve has powers stronger than most—but when she’s given a mission with a prize she can’t refuse, she starts to wonder if she’s strong enough to complete it. With vampires, rogue werewolves, and evil deities after her, Eve’s determination is called into question—and that’s before she finds her mate…

From The Millennium Wolves World

Age Rating: 18+

Original Author: Sapir Englard

October 28th, 2017

New York City


I saw him before he saw me.

He was a few yards away, but I knew it was him immediately. I could sense him.

My eyes traveled over his golden skin, over his rippling biceps, his tight abs, and back up to his strong jawline.

Maybe it was bold of me to take him in so shamelessly. I didn’t want him to catch me.

He couldn’t catch me. That would ruin everything.

But I was hidden in the trees, the branches and leaves serving as my camouflage.

I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about. So I kept watching.

I watched as he ran his fingers along the bark of an old tree.

He looked around, like he was trying to find something. Or someone?

But no, he couldn’t know I was here.

I was powerful enough, full of enough magic, to be able to hide well.

He walked up to a different tree and, this time, reached out with both hands, holding the tree.

He slid both hands down, and I watched as his ripped arms strained against the thin fabric of his T-shirt.

How I wanted those fingers to be trailing me, to be holding me…

I didn’t know what it was about him.

He was the only man, the only living creature, that could arouse me. And, no, I don’t mean arouse me that much. I meant physically turn me on. At all.

My eyes were glued to him—his muscles, his jaw, his dark, wild hair.

I could feel my body reacting. I was tingling in places I never tingled, needing to close the distance between us.

I wanted it so badly I could feel him touching me. I could feel him giving me the satisfaction I’d been waiting so long for.

I took a step out from my hiding spot. It might have been a bad idea, but I didn’t care.

This was what I wanted…no. This was what I needed.

I took another step.

I wanted him to find me almost as much as I was scared that he might. Because I knew what would happen. But right now, I didn’t care.

Another step.

He turned his head.

Another step.

And then I gasped.

Because a dagger had soared past my shoulder, thrown from somewhere behind me.

It moved through the air at warp speed, and a moment later, it hit him. It impaled him. Right through his heart.

Blood soaked through his T-shirt.

I was frozen, shocked. My mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out.

I turned to see behind me. I tried to find where the dagger had come from, who had been responsible. But I couldn’t see anyone else.

It was just me and him and the forest.

My eyes shot back to him. He was sinking to the ground, his hands covering the wound, trying to hold in the blood.

He must have felt my gaze on him this time because his eyes flashed up.

He was looking right at me.

I couldn’t run. I couldn’t hide. He saw me.

And I knew. I knew that he thought I was the one who’d thrown the dagger.

I was saddened by this, overcome with remorse, even though I was innocent.

But deep down, I knew I wasn’t innocent. Not even close.

He was on his hands and knees now, trying to keep his eyes open. Trying to keep them locked on me. And my heart was still racing. He was the only man it could race for, after all.

Go to him, Eve.

Help him.

Touch him.

But I stayed frozen, right where I was.

I watched as the life drained out of him, as his eyes closed slowly, as his fingers stopped trembling. I had to watch. I wouldn’t let myself look away.

When he took his final breath and then lay still, a new calm washed over me. I let out the breath I’d been holding.

It was finally over.


Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

My eyes shot open. What was that?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

A goddamn phone was ringing. My goddamn phone.

I looked around. I was in bed, a white bed. Everything was white.

Right. I’d been staying in a New York City hotel. I found the phone under the pillow beside me, trying to ignore the dream I’d just had.

I didn’t have time to read into it right now. Besides, it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out what it was about.

Those muscles… that hair… it wasn’t the first time I’d dreamed about him. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Especially as the days kept passing. As we kept getting closer to…


A text.

I looked at the phone. Two missed calls from Killian. And one—Beep—and two follow-up texts.

I hadn’t heard from him in a couple weeks, so he must’ve found something important. He’d been spying for me, doing research and recon.

I read the text.

Found what you asked me for
I’m back in London
I can be there tomorrow evening.
6pm. Our spot.
See you soon

October 29th, 2017


I walked along the pavement, my combat boots hitting the ground with thuds.

It wasn’t quite raining, but the air had a mist in it. Made me feel damp, like a sponge sitting on the edge of a sink.

It was safe to say I hadn’t missed London.

But that wasn’t the whole truth.

I’d spent a lot of good years here, with Killian, when he was growing up. I rounded the old church and found myself in an empty parking lot, hidden away in some suburban neighborhood.

Killian and I never went to the church, but we used to come here to watch the sun set sometimes. But that was a long time ago.

I heard the vroom of a motorcycle behind me, and I smiled, checking my watch.

5:59 p.m. He was right on time.

The motorcycle sped into the lot and came to a stop right in front of me, braking so hard that steam floated out into the air.

I watched as Killian hopped off the bike and steadied it, pulling his tinted black helmet off.

Immediately, his long golden locks were released, and he ran a gloved hand through them.

His golden eyes had nothing but mischief inside them, and they flashed at me, his face unable to conceal the smile tugging at his lips.

“What, you’re trying to impress me now?” I asked him, nodding to the motorcycle.

“I’m doing a pretty good job. Admit it,” he responded.

He opened a leather messenger bag and pulled out a file, handing it over to me.

I took it. “If everything’s in here…”

“Everything and more. The whole bloodline,” he assured me.

I couldn’t help but feel proud. Looking at his dimpled cheeks, now covered in scruff, it was like he was a man. A talented, highly useful man.

“So it’s true then?” he asked, nodding at the folder. “You think the Morgans are in trouble?”

“You’re not going to get a tabloid story out of me, Kil.”

“Come on,” he pressed.

“Look, everyone knows about the Morgans. They’re the most respected humans in America, and because of the deal they struck with the West Coast Pack all those years ago, they’ve been living on Pack territory, untouchable.

“Elena Morgan was like the queen. Her fortune was the reason the West Coast Pack could run so strongly for so long. She was their biggest sponsor. But she left the fortune to her daughters. Her mate, he has no legal claim to it.”


“So, legally, her daughters are too young to claim it. The oldest one is seventeen.”

Killian eyed me. “You think the family’s in danger because someone’s going to go after the fortune?” He shook his head. “Everyone knows the Morgans, Eve. They’re like royalty. No one would try to hurt royalty.”

“What? They don’t teach you world history at the Academy?” I asked, a smirk on my face.

He rolled his eyes. “The fortune can only be claimed by Elena’s daughters when they turn eighteen.”

“So you’re going to what, protect the daughters until they’re old enough to claim it?”

I shrugged. “Someone has to. Because if someone wipes them out before then, the fortune would be up for grabs. That’s a whole lot of incentive.”

I turned to go, but Killian grabbed my shoulder. “You know something else. About the people trying to hurt them.”

I shook him off. “Don’t worry about it, Kil—”

“I can’t help you unless I know things,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Fine. What do you want to hear about? The mafia? The mafia knows about the fortune, and they’re plotting their next move. Then there’s the rogue werewolves. They’re always looking for a boost in income. And let’s not forget the vampyres.”

I saw Killian’s face fall. He always had a soft spot for the vulnerable ones.

I clapped him on the shoulder. “They’ll be okay, Killian. I’m pretty good at what I do,” I said, tossing him a smirk. He nodded.

“I’ll be in touch,” I said, turning on my heel and starting the long journey back overseas. To the West Coast Pack.

“No goodbyes,” he called out to me.

I smiled. “No goodbyes,” I shouted back.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” he yelled. “I get bored.”


October 30th, 2017


The cab sped along the barely paved road at the edge of the forest, and all I could see were millions and millions of trees on either side of me.

When I was deep enough inside, no more pavement in sight, I told him to stop.

“Here’s fine.” I got out.

He took the money I handed him and tore off in the same direction we’d come, obviously not trying to spend a second longer than necessary out here.

Humans like him weren’t exactly welcome in the territory of the West Coast Pack, unless they’d been cleared for residency. Or unless they were a Morgan.

And this forest, the Deschutes National Forest in Oregon, was very much West Coast Pack territory.

But it wasn’t just unannounced humans that weren’t welcome. It was any non-werewolf species. And that included me.

But I was here for a reason. And I wouldn’t let something like potentially getting caught by a werewolf guard, or an Alpha, stop me.

I’d dealt with far worse before, after all.

I focused all my attention on my body. The intense concentration worked, and I felt my cells spreading apart, lessening the opaque filler of my skin.

I wasn’t exactly invisible, but I wasn’t completely visible either.

I was like a dimmed version of myself that someone would have to squint to really see.

Satisfied, I turned to the trees. I channeled my power and used it to boost myself high up into the air.

And then I was swinging from trees, jumping from one to the next.

After thirty or so miles, I started to slow down. And then I landed in a tree, using its leaves to shield myself, just in case. Because there, ahead of me, about a mile away, was Lumen.

Lumen, also known as Wolf City, housed the West Coast Pack, which was one of the strongest Packs in America, if not the world.

I took a deep breath, knowing that the last mile would be the toughest.

Every Pack city had security parameters around it, with highly trained guards keeping watch.

And the problem with werewolf guards was that their noses were their best weapon.

Even in human form they could scent an intruder from miles away. Which meant that if they hadn’t smelled me already, they were about to get a good whiff.

But it didn’t matter.

I had a job to do.

I took off with a leap, landing in another tree, and then jumped to the next. I was swinging from branches, getting lower than the treetops so I could blend in with the leaves more easily.

That was when I saw him. About 200 feet away.

A werewolf guard.

But not just any werewolf guard. I focused my sight and was able to make out the pin on his security vest, indicating he was in the Alpha’s own personal security team.


But before I could do anything else, the guard’s eyes shifted to where I was.

He could definitely scent me, feel my gaze on him. And I didn’t want to wait around for him to call for backup.

So I took a gulp of air and leaped straight ahead, hoping that my dimmed body would make me hard to see. But it didn’t matter if I was barely visible, because the guard used his nose to track me.

As I raced through the trees, nearing the entrance to the city, I heard the sound of the guard shifting, and I knew I was in trouble. It was one thing to outrun a werewolf in human form. But to outrun a wolf?

I kept moving, kept running, and risked one glance over my shoulder.

The guard wolf was right there. Snarling, teeth bearing. Not more than two steps behind me.


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October 30th, 2017



The guard wolf was right behind me.

I know I’m fast. My special genetic composition, mixed with the magic I’d earned throughout the centuries I’d been alive, made me one of the fastest in the world.

But a werewolf in wolf form was a tough match. And this one specifically was more athletic than a typical wolf.

I’d seen his pin. He was part of the West Coast Pack’s Alpha’s personal security team.

It didn’t make sense.

What was the Alpha’s security personnel doing keeping watch over the perimeter?

The Pack’s best security guards were usually kept in the Pack House, not deep in the forest.

The only explanation was that the Pack was expecting someone. Someone either extremely important or extremely dangerous.

And Gabriel, the West Coast Alpha, had appointed one of his guards to keep an eye out for their arrival.

I heard a growl. He was right behind me.

A claw reached out and touched my shoulder. Sharp nails dug through my leather jacket.

I willed myself to move faster than I’d ever moved before, one foot in front of the other, until my legs were moving so quickly they just looked like one blur of chaos.

I looked up for long enough to realize we were now in Lumen.

We must’ve sprinted past the city gates without pausing. I risked a glance behind me.

The security guard was farther behind me now, clearly exhausted.

That was the good news.

The bad news?

There were four other wolves racing beside him now.

I didn’t look for long enough to see if they had Alpha Personnel pins of their own. It didn’t matter.

I knew I couldn’t keep running, I had to find a better solution.

I turned a corner, sprinting down a back alley. The cobblestones were making it difficult to keep up the speed, but that was when I saw it.

The sewer grate.

Without thinking, I hoisted it up and jumped inside, falling down at least fifteen feet into darkness. I landed with a thud on my feet.

I smelled it immediately.

My boots were heavy in a thick sludge, and I thanked my lucky stars I had landed on my feet.

Imagining falling on my hands and knees sent a shiver through me.

I was fine running, and I was fine fighting. But sewer sludge was where I drew the line.

I started walking down the tunnel headed north. I wasn’t about to stick around to see if the wolf guard figured out where I’d gone.

I closed my eyes as I walked, trying to recall the map of the city.

It had taken him a while, but Killian had nailed down the address I needed.

The address of the house the Morgans had just relocated into. It was in the area known as Woodsmoke.


An hour later, I was climbing out of a sewer grate in Woodsmoke.

The sun was about to start setting, and the streets were quiet. This was a wealthy neighborhood, filled with designer stores and well-dressed families.

Great. My leather and combat boots will fit right in.

I started walking, closing my eyes again to remember the map of the neighborhood Killian had given me.

I could see the street grid and knew I had to get to 49 Jayden Street. A red line appeared in the grid, showing me the fastest route there.

I opened my eyes again, taking off in the direction of the house. I kept my eyes open for the rest of the journey.

I knew that just because I’d evaded the wolf guards in the city’s entrance didn’t mean they’d given up looking for me.

They knew I wasn’t a werewolf. They could smell me.

Not that they’d be able to tell what I was off scent alone. Nobody could.

But they’d be able to figure out I wasn’t one of them, and that meant I was a threat.

So I’d have to keep an eye out for any unwanted company and stay off the streets as much as possible.

Some time later, I arrived at 49 Jayden Street.

It was a good-sized house, traditional looking with white pillars in the front and a freshly manicured lawn.

I knew Gabriel had put the family up here, that they’d come to some kind of deal about new residency.

After all, humans weren’t normally allowed in Lumen City. But the Morgans weren’t ordinary humans.

Before the West Coast Pack took over their territory here, the Morgans reigned over it.

The history of their bloodline is drenched in power and wealth.

If the Morgans hadn’t struck a deal with the Pack, allowing them to develop on the land and even sponsoring their development, the Pack wouldn’t have grown to be as prosperous.

That’s something that the West Coast Pack hasn’t forgotten.

Even with Elena gone, they’ll look out for the Morgans – and once the Morgan girls are of age to access the fortune, the Pack’s hoping that they decide to keep the sponsorship coming.

I climbed up the steps and knocked on the Morgans’ new front door. Waited a few moments…nothing.

I’d been through too much today to have any patience left, so I knocked again. Louder.

That was when the door flung open, and I saw a teenager, maybe fifteen years old, looking back at me.

She was beautiful, that much was clear. With pale blonde hair and big blue eyes, she looked like a life-sized Barbie doll.

“Uh, hello?” she asked, scrunching her nose.

I was about to say something about her reaction to seeing a woman dressed in leather when I felt a breeze and got a waft of my smell. And then I remembered I’d spent a good chunk of time in a sewer tunnel.

The scrunched nose had nothing to do with the leather.

“Your dad home?” I asked.

“DAD!” she screamed, turning back into the house. A few seconds later, Martin Morgan appeared, walking through the foyer.

“Hello? Can I help you?” he asked, squinting his eyes at me.

“No, Martin. But I’m here to help you. Your family’s in danger.”

I could tell he was confused, but he just patted his daughter’s shoulder. “Go to your room, Anya,” he instructed her.

“But what is she talking about?” she asked, looking right at me.

“Go,” he said, more firmly this time. With an eye roll, she complied.

I started talking. “I’m here to protect your family. To do so, I’ll need a few things from you—”

“Wait just a minute,” he ordered. “Who did you say you were?”

“I didn’t. I’m Eve,” I said, extending a hand for him to shake. He just looked at it.

“You’re Eve.”

“That’s right.”

“I don’t know an Eve.”

“We’ve never met, Martin.”

“You’re not a werewolf,” he said, looking into my eyes. “Gabriel put an order out for the Pack for everyone to leave us alone. But you, you know who we are. You knew my name. And you’re not leaving us alone. No wolves disobey the Alpha like that.”

“You’re right. I’m not a werewolf.”

“So you shouldn’t be here. Lumen is Wolf City.”

“I’m here to protect your family,” I repeated. Now I really had no patience. “Can I come inside?”

“What? No—” But he was too late.

Before he could blink, I had moved around him and shut the door.

He spun around to face me, anger fuming off him. “I will not have some… some strange woman force her way into my home and get me and my family in trouble! And what is that…smell?

“Martin,” I said calmly, ignoring the last bit, “I know about your family. I know what you’ve been through. I get why you’d be hesitant to trust someone you don’t know. But right now, your family is already in trouble. Your daughters are being hunted.”

“I don’t believe you! And I want you out of my house right this—”

That was it. I didn’t have time for this.

I tuned him out and opened my mind, unblocking a telepathic channel so I could let his thoughts in.

The process was easy because he was human, which meant it only took a few seconds for me to start reading his mind.

It’s a ploy. The mafia sent her. She’s going to infiltrate the house, and what, seduce me?

She looks like a seductress. Look at the leather. Be strong. Kick her out, NOW! Protect the girls.

My eyes flashed up at him, and I knew they didn’t look friendly from the way he reacted.

The poor man was terrified. “Now, Martin, come on. You think I’m some sort of sex worker?”


“You really think that low of me? That I’d let the mafia control me?”

“How did you know I was thinking that?”

“The mafia is the least of your worries. Are you familiar with rogue wolves? Vampyres?” I asked. “If you want your daughters to live until they turn eighteen, until they’re old enough to claim the fortune, then you will take my help. I will live in this house with you, and I will protect them.”

Martin sank down onto the sofa, like he was trying to process everything but having trouble.

“How do you know they’re being…” he asked.

“Hunted? I have my sources.”

“Why? Why would you protect a family you don’t know?”

The truth ran through my mind, but I knew I’d already given him a lot to take in. He was in no state to handle the truth.

“I’m not a werewolf, Martin, but I’m very powerful. And I like to use that power for good. What’s happening to your family isn’t right.”

“And if I said no? Refused your help?”

I took a seat beside him. I looked right into his eyes and saw the heart of a man who’d just lost his wife, who was doing anything he could to protect his daughters.

“I’d do it anyway,” I said, shrugging.

After a moment, he nodded, resigned. “Right,” he said. “Okay.”

“I’ll need a room. And I’ll need to be briefed on your and the girls’ schedules, your friends. Have you met anyone new since moving in?”

Martin shook his head. “We just got here yesterday. The girls have been unpacking.”

“Good. They’re starting school next week, I assume?”

He nodded. “The high school nearby.”

“Have you already had your registration appointment at the Pack House?”

“It’s first thing tomorrow.”

“I’ll be joining you.”

“Dad?” We both turned.

There at the edge of the living room was Martin’s eldest daughter, Reyna. She had dark brown hair pulled behind her shoulders and pale skin that shone in the dimly lit room.

She looked regal. Which was fitting, considering she was born to be the queen of the Morgan fortune.

I stood. “Hi, Reyna. I’m Eve,” I introduced myself. “I’ll be living with you.”

She looked at me then back to Martin. “Dad?” she asked again.

“We’re in danger, honey,” he said. “Eve’s here to protect us.”

“What kind of danger?”

“We’re being hunted,” a voice said from behind an armchair. And then Anya’s head poked out from the side.

“You were supposed to be in your room!” Martin scolded.

“You were supposed to tell us the truth,” she shot back.

“Morgans!” I silenced them, standing up.

“You want the truth? Yes, you’re being hunted. What your mother left behind is very valuable, and dangerous people are after it. But with me here, looking after you, you’ll be safe.”

Reyna snorted. “You’re barely over five feet.”

I sighed. My eyes locked on a lamp on the table behind her.

The lamp slowly lifted off the table, levitating for a moment. Then I moved it forward, and I had it circle Reyna’s torso until it was floating right in front of her hands.

Anya shrieked. Martin gasped. But Reyna’s eyes just went wide. She opened her hands and reached for the lamp, just as I turned it into dust.

Everyone watched as the dust landed in a pile on the carpet.

“So…” I said, taking in their wide-open mouths. “Are we clear?”


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Lilly’s King

Earth is under attack from a race of monstrous aliens who want nothing more than the total destruction of humanity. Lilly and her younger sister are caught right in the middle of it and are facing certain death…until the gorgeous warrior king Bor arrives from another planet and saves them. His mission is to protect all humans, but now he only has eyes for Lilly. Will his duty stand in the way of love, or will he sacrifice everything for her?

Age Rating: 18+

The Playmaker

Nova Conners is a big physics nerd and football fan. So she’s ecstatic when the Atlanta Cruisers offers her a job based on her final thesis. She jumps at the chance—a dream job. But their star quarterback, Maxwell Garland, is an arrogant, driven player who refuses to listen to anyone: not his coach, not his team, and especially not a physics nerd. But if they want to keep their jobs, they can’t let anything get in the way of being professional…like their uncontrollable lust for each other.

Age Rating: 18+

Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

Fit for Fire

Orphaned young and passed from foster home to foster home, Adeline has spent the last nine years alone and harboring a secret: she is a werewolf. When she unknowingly takes a run in pack territory, she is labeled a rogue and soon discovers that finding her own kind is not all she hoped it would be. When she meets the alpha holding her against her will, sparks fly. But can he see her as anything other than a rogue? Or will she always be his prisoner?

Age Rating: 18+

Note: This story is the author’s original version and does not have sound.

Dragon’s Slave

Travel back in time for this medieval reinterpretation of the steamy Requiem City! Madeline has served the powerful Dragon shifters of the Requiem Horde since she was young. On her eighteenth birthday, Hael, the Dragon Lord himself, sets his emerald-green eyes on Madeline. He has bigger plans for her. Will Madeline be the subservient sex slave Hael requires? Or has this ultra-sexy dom met his match?

Age Rating 18+

Mated to the Werewolf King

_This was how the world ended._

_The king of wolves, the mythic monster, the majestic man I’d grown to love and lust for with my every breath, he lay there…bleeding out beside his throne. Dying._

_Towering over him was a grinning demon…the Demon Lord. He pointed at me with a long, black, spindly finger…_


From the day of her birth, Rieka has been locked away at night by her family, unable to fulfill her one wish: to look at the stars at night. Now, eighteen years later, she’s concocted a plan to sneak out with her friends, but she doesn’t know that this simple act of rebellion will change her life forever and put her in the sights of an alpha who won’t let her go.

Age Rating: 18+ (Violence, Sexual Abuse)

Her Cold Heart

A steamy encounter between the feisty Izaya and the sexy Elijah leaves both parties longing for more. What was supposed to be one night turned into an arranged mate-ship between Izaya and Elijah’s packs. Are the stars aligned for this pair? Or will the connection between Izaya’s dark past and Elijah’s secret tear them apart?

Age Rating: 16+

The King Without a Queen

Moving back to her hometown after years on the road, Phoebe just wants to live a normal, stable teenage life: school, friends, boys, pizza. But after meeting handsome and mysterious stranger Silvic, it’s clear that life has other plans for her. Phoebe finds herself irresistibly drawn to the werewolf alpha, but he is haunted by memories of another woman. As danger threatens the pack, Phoebe has to come to terms with her past—and her feelings—in this new world.

Age Rating: 16+