His Queen,Their War
Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.”
She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale.
She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her.
As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown.
Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.
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Chapter: Chapter NinetyAuthor's POV Giulia pressed herself against the rough brick wall of the university building, hidden behind a thick hedge of evergreen shrubs. The leaves scratched at her coat sleeves, but she barely noticed. Her heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. She had not expected to find Francesca.The voice drifted through the open window of the student lounge, it sounded so confident and cruel. Francesca stood near the glass with her friend Sienna and they were laughing in that sharp and arrogant way that made Giulia’s blood run cold.“…and honestly, she bought every single word,” Francesca was saying. “I told her Salvatore was always meant for me, that she was just a distraction. Her face. Priceless. She actually believed she had a chance. Foolish girl.”Sienna giggled. “You’re evil. But brilliant.”Francesca leaned against the windowsill, crossing her arms. “Evil? No. I am just being strategic. Men like Salvatore need to be managed. He thinks he’s in control, but he’s bee
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-NineAuthor's POVFrancesca stood in the university courtyard under the pale winter sun, surrounded by her usual group of friends. The air carried the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a nearby vendor cart. She wore a tailored burgundy wool coat, her dark hair falling in perfect waves, and her smile was sharp enough to cut glass. She had waited for this moment.“Next month,” she announced, voice carrying deliberately over the chatter of passing students. “The engagement will be official. My parents are already speaking with his family. Salvatore has always known where his future lies.”One of her friends, a tall blonde in oversized sunglasses, gasped and clutched her arm. “You’re actually doing it? After all this time?”Francesca tilted her head, letting the question hang for dramatic effect. “Some things are inevitable. Blood, loyalty and promises were made when we were barely adults. He walked away for a while, yes. Men do that. But he always comes back to what matters.”The girls ex
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty-EightAlessia's POV The peck on the cheek lingered longer than any full kiss ever could have.I stood frozen in the living room long after Salvatore disappeared down the hallway, fingers pressed to the spot where his lips had rested. Warmth radiated from my skin like he had branded me there. My stomach fluttered wildly, a swarm of butterflies that refused to settle. One second he was distant, respectful, keeping every touch careful and chaste. The next he looked at me like I was the only person breathing in the entire city.I could not understand him anymore.Guila’s voice pulled me back to reality. “Dinner in ten. And breathe, cara. You look like you just saw a ghost.”I managed a weak smile and sank onto the sofa again, legs still unsteady. The butterflies refused to leave. Every time I closed my eyes I felt the soft press of his mouth, the way he had lingered just long enough to make my pulse race, then pulled away like nothing had happened.Dinner passed in a blur. Lorenzo returned fro
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty SevenAlessia's POV The week unfolded beautifully despite the tension that lingered between us.We stayed in the hotel suite, cut off from the world. Salvatore arranged everything with quiet efficiency: meals delivered three times a day, fresh linens, my favorite tea, even a small sewing machine when I mentioned wanting to work on sketches. He turned the sitting area into a temporary studio, moving furniture without complaint, laying out bolts of fabric he must have had delivered overnight.He was there for every breath I took.He woke before me, brought breakfast on a tray, fed me small bites when bending forward pulled at my ribs. He changed dressings with the same steady hands that had once held guns, applied arnica to fading bruises, held compresses to my swollen cheek until the ache eased. When nightmares dragged me from sleep,he was already awake, pulling me against his chest, murmuring soft words in dialect until I drifted off again.He ignored every phone call.The screen lit const
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-22
Chapter: Chapter Eighty SixAlessia’s POVForgiveness did not come easily.I wanted it to. Some part of me ached for the simplicity of letting go, of leaning into his chest and pretending the years of silence, bitterness, the bruises on my body, the terror of the warehouse could be erased with a single embrace. But every time I looked at him, I saw the secrets he had kept. The choices he had made without me. The life he had lived that had almost cost me mine and what he did to my family.So I stayed.Not because I had forgiven him but because leaving felt impossible.He didn’t push. He didn’t ask for absolution or declarations. He simply existed in the space I allowed him.Evening crept in through the heavy hotel curtains. The room was warm, softly lit by a single lamp. Salvatore disappeared for a while and returned pushing a room-service cart. Simple food: clear broth, plain rice, steamed vegetables, a little grilled chicken cut into small pieces. Nothing heavy. He had asked the doctor what would be kindest to
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty FiveHe carried me for what felt like forever, long after my threat to kill him if he put me down had lost its edge. His arms never wavered. I stayed curled against his chest on the sofa, listening to the steady thump of his heart, letting the warmth of him chase away the last chills of the warehouse. Sicily glittered beyond the windows, indifferent and beautiful, as if the city hadn’t almost lost a precious soul like me today.Eventually my legs stopped trembling and the dizziness ebbed. I shifted in his lap, testing my balance.“I think I can stand now,” I murmured.He didn’t argue. He simply rose, still holding me, and carried me back to the bed. This time when he lowered me onto the pillows, I didn’t protest. The mattress was soft. He arranged the covers over me with careful hands, then sat on the edge, close enough that his knee brushed the blanket.The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and our breathing.I studied his face in the low lamplight. Exhaustion etched l
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-02-06
Wrapped In Lycan Obsession
CONTENT WARNING:
This dark romance contains explicit sexual content (edging, power play, rough & possessive sex, public humiliation, obsession)...For 18+ readers only. HEA guaranteed, but the journey is filthy, twisted, and unapologetically sinful...
“You think you can run from me, LittleSin?” Jax growls low against her throat, his fingers sliding slowly between her thighs, circling her clit with torturous precision. “Every moan you posted… every filthy promise you whispered to the camera… that was mine. Beg again. Louder this time. Let the whole city hear how soaked you get when I tie you up in sin.”
He edges her mercilessly then stops with a wicked smile. “One woman was never enough… until you. Now you’re everything. And I’m going to prove it every single night with my actions, my fingers, my tongue and my cock, until you forget what it feels like to doubt me.”
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~~Raven Sinclair was raised to fear men, to crave the convent’s cold safety. But her secret rebellion as LittleSin drew the deadliest hunter: Jax Blackwood, the billionaire she once robbed and ghosted, now playing her “husband” in a dangerous game of fake amnesia and raw obsession.
Trapped in his penthouse, every touch is punishment and promise. Betrayals explode, masks shatter, love proves more dangerous than any lie.
When the world tries to shame her, Raven reclaims every inch of her desire and Jax proves, night after filthy night, that one woman is more than enough.~~
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Chapter: ~The Profile That Shattered Me~Victor would taste like duty if I let him kiss me. He wouldn't taste like sin.The thought arrives unbidden, while I'm still sprawled across tangled sheets with my thighs slick and my chest heaving. One hand curled between my legs like it forgot the performance was over. The video was already sent. The proof he wanted had been delivered. The last filthy offering before I torch this whole game to ash.I mean, I've been crushing on Victor since highschool, I should be happy that I am going to marry him, despite the fact that it's a contract marriage. I've been hoping for the both of us to get together and now that the prayer has been answered, I've lost my taste in him and it's all because of a hot stranger named Shadowking.Then the phone lights up.‘Perfect ruin. Your melodious screams always fix every broken thing in me. But we're not done.’‘Next time: in the flesh.’The words hit like a fist to the sternum.My pulse, which had finally started to settle, kicks back into a sprint. ‘I
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Chapter: ~Nothing Ignites~004"You're not in love with Victor Blackwood despite the fact that he's your crush. I can see it.."I look up from my teacup. Aunt Dolores is watching me the way she watches everything, with the patience of someone who has already decided what she thinks and is simply waiting for you to catch up."I've met him once," I say. "For twenty minutes.""That's not what I mean." She folds her hands on the table. The silver ring on her right hand catches the afternoon light coming through the narrow window. "I mean you're not going to fall in love with him. I can see it in the way you looked at him. Like he was furniture."I keep my voice careful. "He seemed perfectly nice.""He is perfectly nice." She says it the way that makes me eyeroll a bit. "He is controlled and civilized and he will not cause you a single moment of drama for the rest of your natural life. That is precisely the point.""And the contract?.""Yes." She picks up her cup. Sets it down again without drinking. "The contract."
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Chapter: ~Scar That Still Pulses~003"I reject you, Raven, as my mate."I heard it. Processed it. Then I heard it again."You what?""It was never a bond. You're human. Fully human. Whatever this was, it cannot be what it would need to be. I'm sorry.""You're sorry." I pulled the blanket around myself, which was a ridiculous thing to do but my hands needed something to hold. "Ten days, Drake. Ten days you kissed me like I was the only thing in the world and now you're sorry.""I shouldn't have let it go this far.""Let it." I laughed, and it came out wrong. "You initiated every single thing that happened in this cave. Every kiss. Every time you pulled me back when I tried to give you space. That was you. Don't make it sound like you were doing me a favor by tolerating my presence."Something moved across his face. Not guilt exactly. Something more complicated than guilt."You deserve someone who can choose you fully. I cannot.""I didn't ask you to choose me fully. I asked you to be honest with me." My voice cracked
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Chapter: ~Picture Lecture, Soaked Through~002His filthy words from last night still echo in my skull like sin carved into bone: “I’m going to ruin that holy little cunt until you forget how to pray, naughty nun.”Dawn light filters through the narrow windows of the orphanage chapel, turning the stone floor pale gold. I kneel with the other sisters and the children, hands folded, lips moving through the morning office. My voice is steady. My body is not.Every shift of weight sends a fresh pulse through the scar low on my belly. It throbs in perfect time with the memory of my fingers last night, circling, dipping, stopping just short of release because he said so. The mark feels branded anew, like his tongue traced it while I whimpered into the dark. I press my thighs together under the long black skirt. Slickness has already started gathering again, warm and shameful between my folds. I hate how easily my body remembers him. I get so wet easily all because of a complete stranger.Breakfast passes in a blur of oatmeal and sma
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Chapter: ~Holy Little Cunt~001RAVEN'S POV“I’m going to ruin that holy little cunt until you forget how to pray, you naughty nun.”His filthy words slither back into my mind like hot oil poured straight down my spine, making my whole body arch before I even realize I’ve moved.A low moan tears out of me, and it echoed off the stone walls of the narrow corridor. My hand flies to my mouth too late. The sound hangs there in the midnight hush of the convent.I heard footsteps and it was coming closer.“Sister Raven?” The voice is gentle, sleepy and laced with concern. It’s Sister Miriam, the youngest novice, her cell just two doors down. “Are you alright? I heard…”I freeze against the wall, heart hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it through the plaster. My shift clings to my damp skin, nipples tight, peaks scraping the fabric with every shallow breath. Between my thighs the slick heat pulses in time with the scar on my belly, that cursed little crescent that never lets me forget how alive this body still is
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-03
In Love With The Hot Billionaire.
Camille Valentin was never meant to survive the night she landed on Adrien Duval’s operating table.
Broken, bruised, pregnant, and hollowed out by a marriage that nearly destroyed her, she becomes just another patient to the most feared surgeon in Paris. Cold hands. Steady eyes. No questions asked.
Except Adrien knows her.
She is the ex-wife of his best friend.
The woman he was never allowed to look at twice.
He saves her life and sends her away, determined to forget the way her scars haunt him.
But fate is cruel.
Weeks later, Camille walks back into his world as his son’s new nanny. Living under his roof. Breathing his air. Healing in his shadow. Too soft for the darkness that surrounds him. Too broken to run.
Adrien Duval is a billionaire, a surgeon, a man built on control and restraint. He has rules he never breaks.
He does not touch patients.
He does not betray friends.
He does not want what does not belong to him.
Camille is all three.
Every glance is forbidden. Every touch is dangerous. Every heartbeat between them is a sin waiting to happen.
And when enemies resurface, secrets bleed into the open, and the past comes to collect its debt, Adrien must decide whether to protect the world he built… or burn it down for the woman who was never supposed to be his.
Some love stories are written in stars.
Theirs is written in scars, silence, and the things you are never allowed to want.
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Chapter: FREYA'S POVFREYA'S POV "Right there, yes, just like that."I froze in the doorway.The woman's voice was breathy and high pitched. She was on my bed. Her dark hair was spread across my pillow like she owned it. The red dress I did not recognize was pooled on the floor next to heels that probably cost more than my rent. Her lipstick was smeared across her mouth and down her neck.Kelvin was on top of her.His hands were in her hair. His mouth was on her throat. The sheets I had washed three days ago were tangled around their legs.He looked up.Our eyes met.He did not stop. Did not scramble away. Did not even look surprised. He just stared at me for a long second before slowly pulling back and sitting up on the edge of the bed."Freya." His voice was flat. Calm. Like I had just walked in on him watching television instead of screwing another woman in our bed.The woman turned her head to look at me. She did not cover herself. Did not grab for clothes. She just propped herself up on one elbow an
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Chapter: CHAPTER NINETY The champagne in my glass costs more than most people make in a week but still I don't drink it. I'm too busy watching him. Adriano Salvatore stands across the ballroom like he owns it because he does actually. He owns this hotel, half the city, and probably the souls of everyone in this room. His tailored black suit fits him like a second skin, and when he laughs at something the senator says, I see the flash of white teeth that's graced a hundred magazine covers. Billionaire. Tech mogul. Real estate tycoon. Liar. What the glossy magazines don't mention is that he's also the Don of the Salvatore crime family. One of the Five Families that run the East Coast underworld. The man who could give me everything I need. The man whose mother killed my father. "You're staring," Sofia whispers beside me, her grip on my arm tightening. "Bella, maybe this is a bad idea" "It's the only idea." I hand her my untouched champagne and smooth down my red dress. The fabric clings to every curve
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Chapter: chapterCHAPTER TWO: WHAT LUCAS AGREES TO LUCAS'S POVDeclan has been talking for three minutes and I already know where this is going.I know because I know Declan, and I know that face he makes when he thinks he's found something clever and he's building to reveal the way bad directors build to a twist, letting it breathe a little too long, enjoying himself too much. I let him enjoy himself. I reach for the bottle and top up my glass and wait.We're six tonight. The private room at the back of Nero's, the one you have to know someone to book, dark wood and low lighting and a door that closes properly. Felix is across from me. Kwame and the two Australians Rhys, who I like, and Brett, who I tolerate are down the other end. We've been here since nine. It's past midnight now and jackets are off and ties are loose and we're all in the particular state of a long good evening where everything is slightly funnier than it would be sober."You know Seraphina Noire?" Declan says."Should I?""BBC dr
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Chapter: What Vivian WantsVIVIAN'S POVI picked up some warm champagne. Not terribly warm, not ruined, but enough that I can taste the laziness of whoever poured it. I set the glass down on Lucas's kitchen counter without drinking from it again and watch him move around the island like he owns it which he does, technically, his name is on the lease, though I'm not sure his father doesn't own the building entirely. These are the kinds of things you grow up knowing when your father and Thaddeus Crowne have been best friends for thirty years.I know a lot of things about the Crowne family.That's rather the point."You're not drinking," Lucas says, not looking at me. He's opening a second bottle, the good one this time, the one he keeps at the back of the wine fridge behind the bottles he opens for guests he doesn't care about."The first one was warm."He looks up then. The corner of his mouth moves. "You could've said something.""I just did."He pours two glasses of the good one and slides mine across the marb
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-04-07
Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY NINEThe Weight of What Wasn't SaidAdrien's POVThe elevator doors began to close, and I should have turned away.I should have headed back to my office, reviewed the stack of surgical consults waiting on my desk. I should have returned to the controlled and predictable world where I knew exactly who I was and what I was doing.But I didn't move.I stood there and watched her through that narrowing gap, watched those wide doe eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made something tighten in my chest.She looked so small and fragile in that elevator. The sweater swallowed her frame, the jeans hung loose on hips that should have been fuller, and the exhaustion was written in every line of her posture.But her eyes. God, those eyes held mine like she was trying to memorize me. Like this moment mattered somehow.The doors closed and she was gone.And I released a breath I hadn't realized I was holding."Dr. Duval?" A nurse appeared at my elbow with a chart. "The post-op patient in 304 is as
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Chapter: CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHTI made it back to my room on legs that were still not entirely trustworthy.What I had encountered had left something buzzing under my skin that I could not name and did not want to examine too closely, a frequency that had settled into my chest somewhere between *dismissed* and the way his hand had closed around the card. I pressed my palm flat against my sternum for a moment, standing in the middle of my room, and breathed until the buzzing quieted to something manageable.Then I saw the bed.I stopped.The clothes were laid out with a care that was immediately, unmistakably not Margot's doing. Margot was efficient and thorough and arranged things with the brisk practicality of someone working through a list. This was different. This had been considered.A cream blouse, so soft that when I touched it the fabric moved like water under my fingers. A tailored midi skirt in a warm ivory, the weave of it with a give to it that I recognized as deliberate. A light coat in pale camel that w
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My Father's Best Friend Is My Mate And My Stalker
"Dylennn," she whispered as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Avelynne,I killed you once, little wolf…” he whispered.
His voice was a growl, ancient and broken.
“And the Moon cursed me to spend eternity watching the world rot until I could love you right. You are mine little wolf, and no one in the entire universe will stop me from claiming you”
"NOT EVEN YOUR BETHROTHAL HUSBAND!".
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Seven centuries ago, a Lycan lost control and slaughtered the only soul he was born to protect.
Now she’s back and she's reborn as the daughter of an Alpha and betrothed to his greatest enemy.
Evelyn has always felt watched.
Dreams of glowing eyes and whispered vows haunt her nights, and the shadows around her home feel alive. But when she meets her cold father’s best friend, Lord Dylen Wolfe, her world fractures. His voice, his scent, his touch... they awaken memories she shouldn’t have, they ignite desires she shouldn't crave.
He’s a monster from history.
The lover from her past life.
And the predator who’s waited three thousand years for her return.
As her forgotten memories resurface, so do the lies, the curses, and the war that tore their worlds apart.
Because this time, if she remembers the truth…
Will she accept his love or will the beast who once killed her have to do it again?…
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-SevenThe drive home felt shorter than it should have, probably because my mind was still spinning on that rink, replaying every note of Swan Lake and the way Evander’s arm had wrapped around my waist like it belonged there.When the Mercedes pulled up to my curb, the driver opened my door with his usual polite nod. I thanked him, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and watched the car disappear down the street. Evander had insisted on the ride himself. He had texted the driver right after we finished skating, voice low and firm when he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.” Even from miles away, his protectiveness wrapped around me like a blanket.I let myself into the house, kicking off my boots at the door. The living room light was on, and I could hear soft music drifting from upstairs. Isla was already here. “Evie!” she called from the kitchen the second I hit the stairs. “Get in here before the popcorn gets cold!”I found her perched on the counter, legs swinging, a massive bowl o
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-SixEvelyn's POV The house was quiet after Isla left, the kind of quiet that pressed in too close. I turned off the lights one by one, climbed the stairs, and slipped under the covers still wearing the hoodie that smelled faintly of pine and snow from Evander’s rink. My body was exhausted. My muscles were aching pleasantly from hours on the ice, my stomach full from the late lunch he’d insisted on, but my mind refused to settle.I stared at the ceiling, the shadows shifted with every passing car outside. Every time I closed my eyes, he was there, Evander. Not the teacher version of him, not even the gentle one who had lifted me so carefully today. The version that haunted me now was rawer: the way his gray eyes darkened when our faces hovered inches apart during the death drop, the low growl in his throat when I accidentally brushed his skin, the possessive grip of his arm around my waist when he whispered not to enjoy without him.I rolled onto my side, hugging the pillow tight. I trie
Dernière mise à jour: 2026-03-07
Chapter: Chapter Seventy-FiveThe drive home felt shorter than it should have, probably because my mind was still spinning on that rink, replaying every note of Swan Lake and the way Evander’s arm had wrapped around my waist like it belonged there.When the Mercedes pulled up to my curb, the driver opened my door with his usual polite nod. I thanked him, stepped out into the crisp evening air, and watched the car disappear down the street. Evander had insisted on the ride himself. He had texted the driver right after we finished skating, voice low and firm when he said, “Make sure she gets home safe.” Even from miles away, his protectiveness wrapped around me like a blanket.I let myself into the house, kicking off my boots at the door. The living room light was on, and I could hear soft music drifting from upstairs. Isla was already here. “Evie!” she called from the kitchen the second I hit the stairs. “Get in here before the popcorn gets cold!”I found her perched on the counter, legs swinging, a massive bowl o
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-FourFor some reason, the warmth of his hand in mine suddenly felt too much. Too intimate and too real. My fingers trembled, and before I could think better of it, I pulled my hand away. The loss of contact hit me like a cold gust, but I needed space. Just a second to breathe. To remember who I was and why I couldn’t let myself fall any deeper until I understood what the portrait in that sanctuary really meant. Until I understood every single thing about this Mr temptation.I took a deep, shaky breath and forced my voice steady. “The song,” I said quickly, latching onto the first safe topic that came to mind. “For the routine. I… I chose one. I think it’s perfect.”Evander tilted his head, waiting. His gray eyes were patient, but I could feel the intensity behind them, like he was reading every flicker of emotion on my face.“Swan Lake,” I told him. “The main theme. Tchaikovsky. It’s dramatic and graceful and… tragic in the best way. I thought it would suit the moves we’ve been working on.
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-ThreeEvelyn's POV The ice felt colder under my blades now, or maybe it was just the way my body had started to betray me. We were gliding through another slow circle, his hand was firm on my waist, guiding me with that careful gentleness that had been there all morning. I tried to focus on the rhythm of our strokes, on matching his pace, on not letting the ache in my chest show on my face. But then it happened.My stomach growled.It sounded loud and embarrassing. It was a deep, rumbling protest that echoed in the quiet rink.I froze for half a second, praying the sound had been swallowed by the scrape of our skates or the soft hum of the ventilation system. My cheeks burned instantly. I kept my eyes forward, pretending nothing had happened, and pushed into the next crossover a little too forcefully.Evander slowed us smoothly, bringing us to a gentle stop near the boards. His brow furrowed slightly, his head tilted as he studied me.“What was that sound?” he asked, his voice low and curi
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy TwoDYLEN’S POVI felt her before I saw her.The moment the car door opened outside, a ripple ran through me, through Kaelith, through every guarded corner of my soul. Evelyn. My mate. Her scent drifted on the cold air like a promise I had waited centuries to fulfill.I was in the pool when it happened, finishing laps to burn off the restless energy from last night. But the instant her presence brushed against the bond, I stopped mid-stroke, water streaming down my face. She was here. Though she was late.I climbed out, wrapped a towel around my hips, and let her wander. I could track her heartbeat from anywhere in the house. Slow at first in the foyer, quickening in the library, then racing as she found the hallway. When she hesitated outside the sanctuary door, I held my breath. When she pushed it open, I smiled into the empty steam of the bathroom.I had left it ajar on purpose.I wanted her to see, and I let her wonder. I let her feel the pull before I explained it.That room was hers
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