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SEBASTIAN Seeing the little dove again never crossed my mind. Not even once. That night, I needed a distraction, something to keep my raging monsters at bay, and she did her job quite well. She even amused me. One minute she’s docile, and the next she’s spitting fire from her heart shaped lips. Callie Parker did something no woman had ever done—she said no to me. It was supposed to rile me up, fuel me to claim her and make her say the golden word, but it only made me curious to know her. And you see that curiosity? To me, it’s dangerous. Why do I want to know the little dove? Why do I play images of that night on a constant loop in my head? Why does my cock harden at the thought of her voice? It’s why I didn’t fucking bother to find her. But now, she’s standing in front of me like a prize. Her teary blue eyes are blown wide, her breath bursting in and out as she stares at me. “Mr….Mr…”My lips twitch. “Do you owe this man, too?” The piece of shit next to me shouts, his voic

CALLIE “You didn’t do that, Callie.” A visible tremor in Scarlett’s voice makes my knees lock, my breaths bursting in and out like I’ve lost control of my lungs. She grabs my shoulder, and her nails sink into my flesh. “Tell me you didn’t tell Mr. Voss your fucking name.”My teeth clatter together. “I…I did.”“The fuck is wrong with you, Callie?” She pants, her face pale. “You could have walked out of there without giving him your details, but you spilled every fucking thing?”“Scar—”“Don’t,” she pulls away from me, raising a single finger up. “I don’t want to hear any of your lame excuses, Callie.”I swallow. “Do you even know who you’re dealing with?” she shouts, her voice rising over the loud music, slamming into me with so much force, it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs. “Sebastian fucking Voss. He controls parts of the city people don’t even know exist, and he’s involved in underground shady things that’d definitely make your skin crawl. You know it’s scary enough that

CALLIE I shove him off me. Hard. I hate men like this. Men who think anything can be bought with money, just like my filthy landlord, Landon. Reaching for my purse, I grab it, then steady myself when I realize I’m about to fall. “You’re ridiculous to think every woman can be bought with money.” I take a step back, tugging my mini gown to cover myself more. “I don’t care how much you’re willing to pay…I’m not interested.” His dark eyes follow me as if he can read every thought racing in my head. “You’re walking out of here, little dove?” His voice is calm, almost teasing, like he’s already won some private game I don’t even know I’m playing. “Yes,” I walk toward the door, my heels clicking sharply against the floor. Glancing over my shoulders, I glare at him. “And you can keep your money.” He tilts his head, a smirk curving his lips. “Not so fast. I’d like to know the name of the woman who dares to tell me no.”I freeze. My pulse jumps, but I don’t bother to turn around. Clutc

CALLIE My body still feels hollow, like something vital has been ripped from my system and can never be replaced. Each step into the club Scarlett works thrusts me into a whole new world, one I’m not even welcome in. But this isn’t about choice anymore. It’s about survival. I’ve been sitting in a secluded corner for the past half an hour, shifting uncomfortably under the gaze of hungry men, but I’m slowly starting to lose it. Scarlett rushes toward me. A bald man spanks her ass, and she wiggles it at him, blowing him a kiss as she saunters toward me. I look away, embarrassed on her behalf. “Callie, we have a problem.” She urges me to stand. “Give me a quick 360 first,” and while I refuse, she grabs my shoulder and flips me around. She clicks her tongue, smirking darkly. “Good enough.”“What?” I jerk my head forward. “Scarlett, what’s going on?” Her eyes narrow at me. “The client…he doesn’t just need a woman’s company. He wants a show.”A cold shiver runs down my spine. “He chang

CALLIE I’m a crying mess when the door slams open. Landon—no hair, puffy face with a venomous tongue—pushes his way in, guiding a six foot tall man into my apartment. The supposed Mr. Hale looks at me, then at the messed up apartment. “I thought the entire society agreed that women take care of houses better, why in the world does this space look like a dumpster?”Panic floods my system. I ignore the rude man and face Landon instead. If he can give me a few days to figure this out, I’ll pay up his rent. He doesn’t have to humiliate me by bringing someone else in. I part my lips, but Landon shuts me up with the murderous gaze in his eyes. “You want to beg like always?” He asks with a light chuckle that humiliates me to the core. “That’s not going to work today, Callie. I’ll give you ten minutes to pick up your ID and a few important items, others will be thrown out.”Adrenaline shoots through my system. “I just need a few days.”“A few days?” Landon barks, spitting in my face. “Whe

CALLIE I laugh. A broken, hysterical laugh rips out of my throat. “Three years,” I hiss, my hands trembling. “You stole my time, my money…my best friend.” I yank my pants up as if it could somehow restore my dignity. “For three years.”Heat flushes through my body. I grab Trent’s collar, suddenly feeling weak in the knees, but it doesn’t stop my outburst. “You know what, Trent? I don’t give a fuck anymore. Cheat, lie, gamble, I don’t care”His face darkens. “Just give me my money.” My voice cracks. “Then you and your slut can get the hell out of my life. That’s what you want, right?” I tighten my hold on his collar, “give it back and you can leave!”He pushes me so hard, I crash right into the dining chairs. “The fuck is your problem, woman?” He smoothens his crumbled collar while pain shoots through every nerve of me. “I told you your money is gone! Quit crying and stop making a scene in front of Brittany.”“Are you embarrassed she’s going to see your true pathetic self?” I sit

ISABELLAThe world was chaos and fire and noise and I couldn’t think. I could only feel Kol pressed against me, his arms tight, his hands gripping the wheel, his body moving like a weapon, every inch of him burning with control and rage.I could feel his heartbeat, strong and fast, racing with mine and the bond screamed in my veins and pulled me to him and I couldn’t breathe.“Hold on,” he shouted over the gunfire, voice low and fierce, and I could feel the command in his body more than his words and I gripped his arm tighter, nails digging into him, praying I didn’t slip, praying we survived another second.I screamed when a bullet smashed against the metal of the car and it jolted, throwing us to the side, and I felt him tense, felt his jaw set, his teeth grinding, and he didn’t flinch, didn’t slow down, didn’t take his eyes off the road. He didn’t let go of me and I wanted to tell him I loved him and I wanted to tell him to be careful and I couldn’t and my chest ached from the bon

KOL“Then don’t be gentle,” she whispered and I felt it in my chest like fire burning through my veins and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning closer, pressing my forehead to hers and feeling her pulse hammering against me and her breath quick and shallow.I said, “I won’t be gentle” and she laughed softly, a shaky, short sound that made me ache in ways I didn’t know I could ache and she tilted her head, trying to look at me and I caught her hand in mine and held it against my chest and said, “Do you feel it?”“I feel it,” she murmured, voice trembling but clear, “it’s… too much”“I know,” I said, and the words came out rough, like I had swallowed fire, “I feel it too, and it’s all for you”Her lips curved slightly, a small, nervous smile, and I whispered, “Do you trust me?”She didn’t answer right away, just closed her eyes and leaned into me, and I could feel her shiver, her body softening against mine and I said, “Say it, Isabella”“I trust you,” she whispered, and it rolled throu

KOLThe night air cuts through my lungs the moment we step outside, but it isn’t the cold that bothers me. It’s the way Isabella sways slightly when she walks, like her legs haven’t yet learned how to carry the weight of what we’ve just done. Marking each other.I watch her from the corner of my eye, pretending I’m only making sure she doesn’t collapse, but the truth is far uglier. I can’t stop looking at her. I can’t stop feeling her. She’s threaded into me now, stitched into the places I’ve kept empty for centuries, and the closeness is almost painful.I unlock the car door and help her inside, though she tries to act like she doesn’t need me. She still trembles when our hands brush, and the sparks from the bond roll under her skin and slam straight into mine. My chest tightens, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. Marking her should have felt like breaking the world. Instead, it felt like coming home to something I never believed I deserved.When I shut the door and circle

ISABELLAKol’s fingers are still wrapped around Ylva’s throat when the world tilts beneath me, and I genuinely cannot tell if the dizziness is from the curse eating through my body or the shock of hearing the word mate fall from a witch’s mouth like it belongs to me and Kol. My skin feels too hot, as if someone set a fire inside my veins; the warmth crawls up my spine until my breath turns sharp, and I clutch the sheets because standing is impossible, speaking is difficult, and thinking clearly feels like an insult to whatever is happening inside me.Kol finally releases the witch and steps back with a glare that could tear worlds open. Ylva staggers but doesn’t run, and in that strange, careless witch way, she brushes dust off her robe as though almost being strangled is something that happens to her before breakfast.But I don’t care about her. I care about the look on Kol’s face when he turns toward me. There is something in his eyes I have never seen before, something raw and cra

Author's note: Guys! I made a terrible mistake with the chapter. Please, chapter 175 comes before 174. I made a mistake while uploading, so please, understand that 175 comes before 174. KOLRegal leans against the large, brown chair in his throne room, fingers wrapped around a glass of scotch. The morning light spills in through the curtains, and even with the tension in the air, there’s a certain glow that makes me feel warm from inside out. “You left my side quiet early last night,” he says slowly. His fingers tighten around the glass, and it cracks a little. “Had some business to attend to?” I stretch on the couch I’m seated, folding my hands at the back of my head, eyes fixed on something else—a flower vase—rather than his stone cold face. “Yes,” I say plainly, “I had to sort out some things.”“And do you mind telling me what that is?”I cock a brow, “you’re interested in what I do with my free time now?” He notices the surprise in my voice, and he meets my gaze, a cold look in

ISABELLA Morning light slices through the curtains, and a low grunt crawls out of my throat. It’s still damn early, but my skin’s already sticky, drenched with sweat, burning like meat laid on a grill. I can still taste the metallic scent that lingers on my tongue. Me, a ruthless vampire, has been coughing out blood. Kol offered to stay throughout the night—acting way out of character—but I refused. I can’t allow him to do that. Regal could barge in at any time, but now I regret not having Kol around. Last night was horrible. Terrible.Worse in the most horrifying ways. I coughed out so much blood, it felt like I was puking my guts out, and when I looked into the mirror, I screamed. I couldn’t recognize myself. I still don’t recognize the pale, thin lady with sunken eyes that’s staring back at me. I think I’m dying.But vampires don’t die.Then what the hell is wrong with me?Footsteps become louder. Every damn maid that walks by, I can hear them whispering about me. “The vampi