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Bella's heart raced as she stepped into the grand master bedroom of the lavish mansion that was now her home. The sound of her heels clicking against the polished marble floor echoed through the spacious room. She could feel the weight of her husband's gaze upon her, his eyes burning with desire as he watched her every move. "Welcome home, my love," he growled, his voice deep and commanding. "I've been waiting for you." Bella smiled coyly, her cheeks flushing a soft pink. "I've missed you, darling. It's been a long day." Her husband, a powerful and influential man, had whisked her away to this secluded paradise mere hours after their lavish wedding ceremony. The entire world had been watching as they exchanged vows, their love story the talk of the town. But now, they were finally alone, and Bella could feel the intensity of her husband's passion. He strode towards her, his muscular frame towering over her petite figure. His hands reached out, gripping her waist possessively. "I've

Sony sauntered into the gym, her lithe body poured into a skintight dress that left little to the imagination. The garment hugged her every curve, from her ample breasts to her toned ass, leaving no doubt that she was the epitome of female perfection. As she moved through the room, every eye followed her, drawn to the mesmerizing sway of her hips and the tantalizing jiggle of her breasts with each step.Luky, her portly boyfriend, watched from the sidelines, a sense of unease gnawing at his gut. He knew Sony's body was a work of art, but he also knew that others would lust after what was his. His eyes darted to Subham, a tall, muscular gym regular who often trained with Sony. The man's gaze was locked on her, his eyes roving over her body with undisguised hunger.Sony approached the weightlifting area, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Subham stepped forward, a predatory smile spreading across his face. "Sony, looking stunning as always," he purred, his voice oozing with

Harry had always been a horny, feral young man, his insatiable appetite for sex never seeming to be fully satiated. At eighteen, he was a tall, athletic figure with chiseled features and piercing blue eyes that seemed to undress every woman he looked at. His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones.Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.One evening, as Harry was lounging in the living room, his parents and Sirius were having drinks in the kitchen. The sound of their laughter and conversation drifted through the open door, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. He was thinking a

I was staying at my uncle's ex-wife Shahla's house for the weekend. She was a stunning woman, with curves that made my mouth water. I couldn't help but stare at her ample cleavage, barely contained by her low-cut tops. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't control my desire.After dinner, I offered to clean the dishes while Shahla retired upstairs. As I dried the last plate, I heard a soft moan from above. My curiosity piqued, I tiptoed up the stairs, my heart pounding in my chest. The door to her bedroom was slightly ajar, and I could see her silhouette through the crack.I peeked inside, my breath catching in my throat. Shahla was undressing, her back to the door. She slipped off her trousers, revealing a pair of lacy panties that hugged her round ass. My cock twitched in my pants as I watched her reach behind her back, unhooking her bra. The pink fabric fell away, and her tits spilled free, full and heavy.Shahla turned slightly, and I caught a glimpse of her hard nipples, begging to

The apartment felt empty without Mac. I missed his strong arms around me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, his deep voice whispering naughty promises in my ear. It had been a long week since he left for his business trip, and I was aching for his touch.As I lay on our bed, naked and spread out, I imagined him walking through the door. I could almost feel his eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and dip. I arched my back, pressing my breasts together, as if he were right there watching me.The sound of the key turning in the lock made me gasp. I sat up quickly, my heart racing with anticipation. The door swung open and there he was, looking tired but still devastatingly handsome. His eyes locked with mine and I saw the hunger there, the same hunger that I felt."Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice rough with desire. "I missed you."I didn't bother with words. I simply opened my arms to him, inviting him to me. He didn't hesitate. He dropped his bag and crossed the ro

Willow lay back on the plush bed, her fiery red hair splayed across the white pillow like a halo. Her blue eyes sparkled with a playful gleam as she watched Harriet saunter towards her, a knowing smirk on her lips. The photographer's eyes roamed over Willow's slender form, appreciating every curve and dip of her body."Well, well, well. Look who's ready for her close-up," Harriet purred, her voice a sultry whisper. She climbed onto the bed, straddling Willow's hips with a suggestive wiggle.Willow let out a soft chuckle, her hands coming up to rest on Harriet's thighs. "Oh, I'm more than ready, darling. The question is, are you?"Harriet leaned down, her lips brushing against Willow's ear as she whispered, "Oh, I've been ready since the moment I saw you. You're like a work of art, Willow. I just want to capture every inch of you."Willow's breath hitched as Harriet's teeth grazed her earlobe. "Then what are you waiting for? I'm all yours."Harriet pulled back, her eyes dark with desir

~Sera’s POV~The sun hadn’t even risen when I rolled out of bed, heart already racing like I was mid-sprint.I’d slept maybe two hours. Maybe less. If you could call it sleep.I’d seen his eyes every time I closed mine.Not just glowing. Burning.Not just warning me to stay away. Begging me to.But that wasn’t the worst part.The worst part was the damn mark.I pulled up my sleeve again for the third time in five minutes.Still there.Faint, yes, but distinct. The shape of it was unmistakable now—a bite mark, soft and shallow, ringed in a gentle gold light like it was stitched beneath my skin. Not painful. Just… hot. Alive.I touched it. The heat pulsed in answer.Like it knew I was thinking about him.I jumped back from the mirror and forced a breath through gritted teeth.“You’re fine,” I muttered. “You’re fine. You’re not… whatever the hell this is.”I didn’t have time for this.Today was game day.First real match. Real stakes. Real pressure.And no matter what Dante’s glowy-eyed

Sera POV~“You don’t smell like a regular human,” he said finally. “You don’t smell like a wolf either. You’re something else.”The clipboard nearly slipped from my hands.I covered it with a sarcastic snort. “Cool. So now I’m a walking mystery. Add that to my resume.”Nico didn’t smile.He just walked away.And I stood there, pulse thudding behind my ears, replaying his words over and over.Something else.The dry-erase board squeaked as I drew out the zone entry diagram.Three arrows, red circles, two “X” marks, and a big blocky #17 in the neutral zone.The boys weren’t listening at first.Some of them were laughing behind gloves. Some were checking their phones under the bench. One guy in the corner was literally sniffing his protein shake like it offended him.And Blaze?Blaze was pretending to fall asleep—head tipped back, mouth slightly open, one hand dramatically resting on his chest like he’d fainted from boredom.I didn’t raise my voice.I just flicked the marker cap back on

Sera POV~“You don’t smell like a regular human,” he said finally. “You don’t smell like a wolf either. You’re something else.”The clipboard nearly slipped from my hands.I covered it with a sarcastic snort. “Cool. So now I’m a walking mystery. Add that to my resume.”Nico didn’t smile.He just walked away.And I stood there, pulse thudding behind my ears, replaying his words over and over.Something else.The dry-erase board squeaked as I drew out the zone entry diagram.Three arrows, red circles, two “X” marks, and a big blocky #17 in the neutral zone.The boys weren’t listening at first.Some of them were laughing behind gloves. Some were checking their phones under the bench. One guy in the corner was literally sniffing his protein shake like it offended him.And Blaze?Blaze was pretending to fall asleep—head tipped back, mouth slightly open, one hand dramatically resting on his chest like he’d fainted from boredom.I didn’t raise my voice.I just flicked the marker cap back on

Sera’s POV~The practice rink smelled like cold steel and chlorine-cleaned ice, and for once, I was glad for the sting in my nose. It grounded me. Gave me something real to focus on.I was early again—ridiculously early. Like “pretending-I-didn’t-accidentally-wake-up-thinking-about-him” early.Dante hadn’t shown up yet, and I told myself that was a good thing.He was probably in his own space. Doing broody-alpha stretches somewhere. Snarling at the sunrise. Snapping hockey sticks in half for fun.Whatever.I crouched near the bench, checking off gear inspections on the clipboard like it actually mattered that someone had left a helmet strap unfastened. Anything to keep my hands busy.“Wow,” a voice said behind me, voice rich with fake surprise. “She’s back.”I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Blaze had that kind of voice—smooth, cocky, dipped in trouble.“Was kinda hoping yesterday scared you off,” he added, stepping around the bench to block my light.“I don’t scare eas

Sera POV~The air changed the moment I stepped out onto the sideline.I didn’t know how or why, but something about the rink felt different—charged, heavier. The crowd wasn’t there yet, the bleachers were still empty, and yet the tension in the space was louder than any cheering. Like something under the surface was vibrating, waiting to break. I wrapped my fingers tighter around the clipboard Coach Renner had handed me, not because I needed it but because it gave me something to hold onto. Something real. Something grounded.The team was already skating. Black and gray jerseys sliced across the ice like wolves let loose. Their speed was unreal. Their coordination, lethal. I’d worked with athletes before, but this? This wasn’t just discipline and training—it was instinct. It was raw, aggressive energy that moved like it was being pulled by some invisible thread through the ice. I stood there, eyes tracking the puck, the shifts, the rotation of the lines, and tried to look like I wasn’

~Sera’s POV~The Wolves Arena was colder than I expected.Not the kind of cold that made you shiver. No. This one snuck into your skin like it belonged there—sharp, sterile, impersonal. I tightened my grip on the strap of my duffel bag and stepped into the hallway, the sound of my boots echoing off the polished concrete floor.New city. New job. New version of me.No pressure.The corridor smelled like pine disinfectant and testosterone. Posters lined the walls—faces of men who ruled the pro-league like gods. Muscles, teeth, and confidence. One in particular caught my eye.Dante Kade.Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse.He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall.I wasn’t here to do either.I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it.

"What about Jade?"Jace asked Louis as soon as came out of the company building and was about to enter the car. Earlier while passing through the staff quarter, he had his eyes lingering on the people that were still around and hoping that Jade was one of them. He could only hide his disappointment when he didn't see her. "Oh, I believes she must have left already. Her desk is closed." Luois replied. As they drove, Luois wanted to sneak a look at his boss from the rearview mirror but was unfortunately caught, making him nervous as he quickly dragged his eyes back on the road. Jace sighed and closed the file he was reading. "What happened?" "The thing is that,Miss Jade came to your office to see you but I had to send her back." Jace's face squeezed. "Send her back? What happened? Why did you?" "You instructed me not to let anyone interrupt your private moment with Miss Betty so I told her that."Jace frowned. "You told her that I was having a private moment with Betty?" Luois

"Goodness, I am so tired." Jocelyn complained as soon as they were back from the meeting. She was in the social media team and these days, they had been saddled with the responsibility of prompting the company in effective ways by bringing in more eyes to the hotels and suites that they currently have across the city. Jade smiled and patted her shoulder comfortingly. "Sorry. But the pay is worth it." "I mean...yeah. That's why I'm still here or else...no company is going to pay me this amount of money every month just for managing social media accounts." "It's majorly because the president trusts in your powers to make this company great than it is already." Jocelyn paused and smirked. "You're making me feel like I am saving the world by doing this." "Maybe not a world. But at least, a person won't have a bad experience if they ever come to this city stranded and in need of a place to stay. You've ended up saving their world." Jocelyn stared, feigning wet eyes b

"I am so sorry but did we interrupt you guys?" Gold teasingly asked. Jace cleared his throat and scratched his neck. For some few seconds, he wanted to act cool but seeing how hard Jade was visibly burning from embarrassment, there was just no need to bother with that anymore. "Nothing. I am going to take my leave now. I have somewhere to be." Jace replied and eagerly walked out of the kitchen. Jade bit her lips hard. Only goodness knew that these two wouldn't cease to make fun of her. "Wow, I didn't expect the energy in the kitchen to have been so high..." Gold commented, touching her chin then she faced Victor with a frown. "It was almost as if I knew it. I told you to stay back for some minutes but you just had to ruin it!" "Oh, come on, darling? Do not put the blame on me. You know this ain't in any way my fault. Moreover, it's better that we came earlier or else, he would have been smashing with my sister while her kid is in the living room, not knowing mu

It was already past 5 in the evening. Jade finished packing her things and left the office. She walked to the car park consciously because even though they seemed not to be much people around the company, she was still a bit concerned that people could start a rumor or gossip about entering the CEO's car. Well, she was his assistant anyways but people could be that terrible nevertheless. When she received that message earlier this morning from Jace, she felt her pulse race as she thought of an answer. Having him drop her off wasn't a bad idea anyways. So, she accepted. She stood next to the door and knocked on the window. She was standing at the backside but was surprised when she noticed that it was the front window that got rolled down so she moved a bit and bent to look at the driver. She opened the car and entered. "You're driving?" She asked, surprise etched all over her face. "Yeah. Why?" Jace replied as the window wound up. "Oh, nothing. I thought that Louis w

"Good morning." Jade responded warmly to others' greeting as soon as she arrived at her desk. She noticed a small bag placed on the it and she looked around for a minute before she opened it to check what was inside and who it was from. It was a box of chocolate. But she couldn't find a sender's name. Just which company made the chocolate.So, she turned to a friend. "Sorry, excuse me. Do you know who put this here?" "Oh that? A delivery guy brought it this morning saying that it was for you." The co worker replied and then teased her with a wink, causing Jade to smile with an eye roll. "I think you've gotten yourself a goid secret admirer." The co worker, Jocelyn, by name commented. Jade didn't say anything else and quietly sat on her chair. She stared at the box of chocolate, trying to rack her brain for any ideas on who could have sent them. Could the person be in her company? Her eyes instantly snapped around, hoping to catch a secret looker but there was non

The following day, what Jade wasn't expecting was to see Mara in the company. She had come to the office a bit late because of traffic. These days, she had spent her time trying to get a place for Harper to stay — a babysitting house and knowing how picky that baby could be, she was very extra careful in her choice. It took her sometime before she could finally find a place and then let them know that only her and Victor were allowed to come and pick her up. Anyone else needed to get permission from her immediately before they handed her daughter over. So, as soon as she entered the office, she met Mara hugging Jace. She was stunned and didn't know how to react. All eyes turned to her. "Good morning." She greeted. Jackson returned her greetings while Jace smiled at her. Mara literally ignored her and looked at her brother. She saw the change of expression immediately Jade stepped into the room and that pierced her heart. Earlier when she arrived, Jace didn't spare her any

Zara’s heels clicked briskly down the polished corridor, her pulse still thrumming from the adrenaline of her earlier defiance. She didn’t regret a word, but the lingering echo of her own boldness stayed in her chest, a private rhythm of exhilaration.By the time she reached her desk, her expression was perfectly composed — the kind that offered a polite shield to the world. The office hummed with muted ambition, a glass-and-chrome landscape of carefully curated professionalism.Then her phone buzzed. Unknown number. Corporate extension.She answered smoothly, allowing no tremor into her voice. “Zara Moretti speaking.”“Ah, Ms. Moretti,” came a deep, velvety voice — confident, older, disarmingly smooth. “Mr. Lancaster here. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”Zara straightened instinctively, her pulse sharpening. Mr. Lancaster — the CEO. Hadley’s father. The kind of man whose charm was as much a weapon as his wealth.“Good afternoon, Mr. Lancaster. Of course not. How can I help you?” she

The executive floor was a silent echo chamber, the only light spilling from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room.It was nearly midnight.Cassian Wolfe stood at the edge of the glass, the city’s electric sprawl reflecting faintly in his eyes. He wasn’t working—he was brooding. A posture of rigid stillness that had become far too common since the Milan Project began.Or perhaps… since Zara had.He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, the scent of aged whiskey sharp in the quiet air.A soft, tentative knock came at the door.“It’s open,” he said, his tone low, deliberate.The heavy door glided open. Hadley Lancaster stepped inside impeccably dressed, though her outfit was oddly formal for this hour. A high-neck black jacket, tailored to precision, paired with sleek trousers. It screamed professionalism, but the knowing smile playing on her lips didn’t.“Cassian,” she purred, closing the door softly. “I thought I might catch you. Father insisted I drop off these final p

The conference room of Wolfe Enterprises was a stage for power.Polished marble, high glass walls, and a view that could swallow the city whole. Everything about it spoke of control of Cassian Wolfe’s quiet empire.But this morning, control felt like something brittle.Cassian sat at the head of the long table, suit sharp, expression unreadable. His hand rested near a folder marked Milan Project Confidential. The others were already there Hadley Lancaster, golden and venom-sweet, and her father, Lancaster himself a man with charm honed into a weapon.Zara wasn’t.He hadn’t asked where she was. Not yet. But his jaw had been tense since the meeting started. His silence carried the kind of edge that made everyone in the room aware of it even if they couldn’t name why.Hadley crossed one leg over the other, her perfume sharp and deliberate. “I must say, Cassian, your assistant’s sense of timing is… refreshing. We’ve been waiting fifteen minutes.”Cassian didn’t look at her. “Zara’s never

“Is everything all right here?” “Mr. Lancaster,” Cassian’s tone was smooth, but it carried steel. His gaze flicked briefly to Zara then back to the older man. “I didn’t realize this meeting required… such proximity.”Lancaster’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened. “Just appreciating good talent, Wolfe. You’ve hired well.”Cassian took a step forward, unhurried but deliberate. “You don’t appreciate my staff. You work with them. There’s a difference.”The silence that followed was tight, suffocating.Zara stood between them, her breath shallow but her face unreadable. For a moment, it felt like the room itself held its breath two titans, one woman, and something electric pulsing in the air, the aura emitting from them both was unworldly Lancaster finally chuckled, turning away. “Relax, Wolfe. You’re too protective. Though I must say… she’s worth it.” Lancaster's eyes roamed Zara from head to toe Cassian’s eyes hardened, but his voice stayed calm. “We’re done here.”He didn’t

The steady beeping of machines filled the hospital room, steady and unbothered, like the world hadn’t just split open hours ago.Zara stirred, her lashes fluttering against the dim light. Her throat felt dry, her head heavy, but the smell of antiseptic and the cool linen under her palms told her exactly where she was.A soft voice broke the silence.“Well, look who finally decided to wake up.”Her eyes flickered open fully. Leo Gray sat beside her bed, one leg crossed over the other, his expensive watch glinting under the sterile light. Even in a hospital, he looked effortless like sin dressed in silk.Zara blinked, confused. “Leo?”He smiled faintly. “In the flesh. I heard you collapsed, and since Cassian looked like he was about to burn down the building, I figured someone needed to make sure you weren’t dying.”She frowned weakly. “How did you even know where I was?”He shrugged, his tone teasing. “You forget, sweetheart I have eyes everywhere. And I don’t ignore a woman who faints

The next morning, the world had traded chandeliers for cold glass and silence.Cassian Wolfe’s office sat high above the city, sleek, commanding, and quiet enough to hear ambition breathe.Zara entered, heels clicking softly against the marble floor. She carried herself like nothing had happened the night before: no dinner tension, no whispered challenges, no lingering stare from Cassian across that glittering table.But the memory of it was still there, tucked neatly behind her calm expression.Cassian stood by the window, hands in his pockets, his reflection ghosted against the skyline.Without turning, he said quietly, “Lancaster called. He wants a meeting about Milan.”Zara placed a folder on his desk. “And let me guess… Hadley will be there too?”He turned, one brow lifting. “Are you planning to behave?”She gave a faint smile. “If she does.”A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes, then faded. “You handled yourself well last night.”“I wasn’t aware it was a test.”“It wasn’t.”