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Need.
That word ricocheted through my body, caressing my heart like a silk-tipped feather.
I wasneeded.
The word felt so foreign yet curled around my body like heat from a fire, finding all the cold nooks and crannies and sliding in between to warm them up.
Once I was warm, I never wanted to be cold again. To be left by myself, cold and wanting more,needingmore… Craving a connection that was so much more than sex.
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Forever Yours
A/B/O Universe / Alternate Universe / Tribe
Female Alpha / Female Omega / 18+ / First person POV
Age gap romance
Eccentric, bookish and downright boring—Zanny Starquist knows exactly what people say about her. An omega who graduated with a doctorate in herbology at just nineteen, she's devoted her career to formulating a natural herb-based vaccine to empower people like herself to go beyond the constraints of their heats, and she's as close as she can ever be.
All she needs is one last herb from the sacred bowers of Clovend.
Azura has held the honor of being Chieftain of Clovend for the past twenty years. The tribe respects and adores her, but most importantly, they trust in her ability to keep them safe.
After the death of her mate several years before, the Alpha believes her time for romance is over. She's older now.Wiser.Too practical to be punched in the gut by pale freckles and fiery curls on first sight. Or so she tells herself.
As Zanny works her wide-eyed charm on the unsuspecting Chieftain, Azura's enemies watch from afar, knowing exactly where to strike so that it hurts her the most.
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Preview
Zanny
I knew the moment she entered the small cottage.
The air shifted in an instant, the comforting powdery scent of an elderly woman swept aside by flaring citrus musk. Those wandering wispy tendrils reached me before she did, each distinct note inching across my skin like the tips of warm fingers.
I shivered, feeling my inner omega stir in my chest, coming alive with an interested purr. It had only been a few hours since the Chief’s hand had cupped my cheek, that bright scent enveloping me in its protection, yet the concept of time didn’t seem to register. My body craved her proximity again just as much as it did the first time, and I was helpless to tell it otherwise.
It was embarrassingly needy, but I forced myself to remain still, standing near the window as the sound of her voice traveled through the little entryway. A wall stood between us, yet I felt her presence like a thick, tight rope, tugging at me. Pulling me closer. It awakened a hunger in my chest, a clandestine yearning for the brief connection I’d felt in her company this morning.
I heard her speak to Nyx in a low voice, the ends of her sentences intonated like questions. There was a brief pause, the sound of retreating footsteps, and the front door clicked shut.
With Vinca inspecting the rooms upstairs and Sander on door duty, we were truly alone.
She turned a corner, walking with purpose. Head high, back straight. Her chin held a proud tilt that was endearingly familiar.
Herkifizuwas different now, made of silky material that clung to her thighs. A crisscross pattern was printed on it, lending a casual air to her presence. This morning, I’d seen a warrior locked in battle wearing a tight uniform. In this looser ensemble, would I see the woman behind the gruff exterior?
A beaded necklace lay across her collarbones—beautifully handmade and stitched onto a piece of fabric. I wondered if there was meaning behind the colors set together in a haphazard manner. Each bead looked polished to a high shine, the contrast set alight by her beautiful dark skin tone.
Perhaps I’d stared too long.
She cleared her throat, tilting her head in question.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I late?”
