Christopher Robinson
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“It's not like that, Ash.” The knot in her stomach twisted and turned. “You knew she helped him… and you still… accepted her?” Ashleigh questioned. Her voice softened. “It's not that simple,” Axel said. “You don't know everything, Ash. There is more to the story,” Ashleigh narrowed her eyes at him. “I am very clear on the details of that story, Axel… it's my fucking story!” Axel sighed. “Please, just listen to me. I will explain everything.” “You'll explain it to me?…
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Corrine glanced at Axel. He gave her a nod, letting her know that he was okay now. “I will give you two some privacy,” Corrine smiled as she left the office. Axel motioned to the couch, and Ashleigh came over to take a seat beside him. “What did you want to talk about?” he asked. Ashleigh couldn’t help but notice the shine in his eyes, the slight redness, and the puffing of his eyelids. Had he been crying? “Are you alright?” she asked. Axel furrowed his brows and then stood from the…
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“Roman?” Wyatt questioned. “I'm sorry, I've never heard of you.” Roman gave a soft chuckle as he nodded. “I must admit, I am newly returned from having been out of the country for many years,” he said with a warm smile. “You don't know me, but you know my father, in fact, he is why I am here today.” “And who is your father?” Wyatt asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Roman observed Wyatt's reaction. He held the smile he wore, but in his mind, he felt irritated. This man clearly…
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Clara squeezed her small hands tightly around the material of the jacket. Balling it in her fists, clenching so tight it almost hurt. It was the only way to keep her hands in place. Inside the fires were well stoked, a tightness in her stomach and a needful ache that had spread to every inch of her body. Nessa’s lips were soft, and the pressure against Clara’s mouth was gentle while, at the same time, hungry. Although their kisses had become daily, they never lasted long, a minute at most. Still, it…
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Axel had been sitting at his desk for half the night. After the Wild Hunt had come to an end. As most of Winter slunk off to their beds to enjoy the full moon with their mates or dream of when they could. Axel had walked through the trees for a long time. He had looked up at the moon and felt a weight in his heart. In the end, he found himself sitting at his desk, staring at the small circle at the top of his computer. Wondering if just maybe she was on the other end, looking back at him. But somehow,…
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In the south, Axel chased after Wyatt. Behind him, Saul led the charge against the last of the fae forces. Wyatt looked back with pride and delight as his son closed in on him. There was nowhere left to run, he had reached as far south as he was able to go, and Axel was right there with him. He smiled himself under the mask he wore. Wyatt had played the role of Alpha Geri more than once, and he had never caught up to his Loki this fast before. ‘Well done, son,’ he thought. Axel was getting…
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Ashleigh tilted her head as she looked at the reflection in the mirror. Her hair was loose with several small braids decorated with twigs and leaves. Along her hairline was a base of green with small black vines and leaves, painted to frame her face and then continue down her throat and to her fingertips. Her eyes were highlighted with green and gold. Her lips were plumped in their natural pink hue, accentuated by a glossy finish. When the costumers had finished, she had found looking at the beauty of…
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Axel laughed and then he left his place beside her. Making his way to the small stage that had been placed for the presentation. “Wolves of Winter!” he called out, and everyone grew silent. Even those so drunk they couldn't see straight paid attention. “Another year has passed,” he continued. “And though we have lost many, and now we await a war that can come at any time. But, nevertheless, we know we have been blessed by our Goddess, with every dawning of the day.” Many murmured in…
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A small snout painted brown and white lifted into the air. She sniffed, breathing in the night, the combination of smells all coming to her at once. She took a step back as she began to feel overwhelmed. But she still wasn't used to the large paws or the tail. Then, finally, she tripped on a fallen log, stumbling back and falling to her side with a soft whimper. Not far from where she lay, she could hear the others running through the trees with ease. She had received her wolf almost a year ago, she was…
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Galen set down the plate holding a mixture of boar, venison, fish, and a healthy portion of roasted vegetables. Besides it, he set down another plate. This one had a small piece of fish, which had been heavily debated, and a bowl containing a heaping pile of strawberries. And a specially requested and overly large pickle on a stick. He grinned as he looked down at the thick cut, juicy slices of boar, carefully marinated for almost four days in a savory sauce that had kicked his salivary glands into…
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