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TheoThe weekend had been nothing like what we had looked forward to. It stretched longer than it should have, weighed down by uncomfortable situations.Naeva’s reaction to everything—the confusion, her kidnapping. Everything kept playing in my mind, twisting me up. I had almost started questioning the prophecy.I sat staring at my palms, empty now. The latest traces of light from the spell were gone, faded.Each of us had two. That was all. I had used my first on Camden, when we almost lost him. And the second, the last one, I spent to drag Naeva out of that darkness to bring her back from where she was held.There was nothing left to use. That was all.I should have been afraid. But a strange calmness wrapped around me instead. Like maybe it was worth it. Maybe she was worth it. I couldn’t leave her helpless.“Hey, what’s going on?” Cassian’s voice came from the inn

Naeva QuinnI fell back to the floor, my palm throbbed in pain from the impact of the fall. My breath came out ragged, clouding the air before me. I pressed my injured hand against my chest.And realisation hit me, that this place was far more dangerous than I thought.“Theo,” I called again, my voice, a plea more than anything.Silence answered me.I swallowed, tried again, this time louder. “Theo!”Nothing.The room itself answered back—a voice that didn't feel human. low, taunting, followed by a ripple of laughter.“You still don’t understand, do you?” The voice said, dripping with mockery. “No one is coming for you. No one can hear you. Anyone here will only hear what I allow.” My heart sank as the new realization; the entire place was sound-manipulated. My voice won't leave here.Hope crumbled inside and melted inside me like ice.I slid back against the floor, my chest thudding, Was this how it ended? “What will you do now?” the voice came again, coaxed.Anger burned through t

Naeva Quinn When the car finally jerked to a stop, my chest dropped with the sudden silence. The noise from the road died and with it, the biting cold that had followed me all along seemed to disappear. The air here was different. Warm. Like the very walls were breathing heat back at me. Rough hands gripped me, dragging me from the back seat. My wrists burned against the rope, the knot too tight, unforgiving. I kicked out, my legs thrashing against solid bodies, but it did nothing. My feet scraped against hard ground, boots against gravel, then wood, then something smoother. I gave up the fight. Not because I wanted to, but because it was pointless. They were stronger, and I was wasting strength I might need later. Dialogue, I thought. Words could do what force could not. “You’ve got the wrong person,” I said, my voice sharp, stern, trying to hold steady against the storm building in my chest. No answer. Not even a whisper of acknowledgment. The warmth grew heavier the further th

Naeva QuinnTheo was left with no other choice but to let me go. I could see it in his eyes that he wanted to come with me, to keep me. But I had insisted. My heart was set on moving, and he respected it, even if I could feel his gaze burn into my back as I was walking away.The air was colder away from the mansion, sharper, like it wanted me to go back. But I didn’t stop. Step after step, I knew I would get home. Finally, I took a taxi, just as I turned the corner of my street, barely a stone’s throw from my house.My eyes caught a car parked. It wasn’t the one I had left in the morning. No, this one was familiar.“Wow.” I gasped, My breath hitched. It was Mrs. Ivy’s.“How?”“Why?”“What's she doing here?”That’s how I just knew I made the right decision, a voice whispered in my head. She was here, waiting for me, right at the moment I needed reassurance. That means she's who I needed.I hurried toward the car but it was empty. She wasn’t inside. She must be somewhere around or even

Naeva QuinnMy lips trembled. That face was impossible to mistake. It was her.I’d seen her before—once, twice, maybe more. Always in my dreams. The ones that clung to me long after I woke. She terrified me then, and seeing her now, real and solid, chilled me to the bone.What unsettled me most was how I couldn’t remember the dreams themselves, yet her face was carved into my memory like a scar.She crossed the space between us and pulled me into her arms. Her embrace was firm enough that I pushed her back, just enough to show I wasn’t accepting it. She steadied herself, smiled like she’d expected that, like she knew more than I did.“She’s the one,” she said, voice sharp and certain. “The Blessed One. Neava, you came just at the right time.”Blessed one? Me? The words didn’t even surprise me, it just felt wrong.I looked at the boys. None of them met my eyes. They fidgeted, pretending the air wasn’t thick with tension. I sat too, but my body refused to relax.The woman reached for the

Neava Quinn “That was a nice play for a newbie,” Theo said when I finally caught up with them. He threw a weak smile over his shoulder before he and the others disappeared around a corner. I stood there, blinking at the empty space where they had been. They didn't even wait to speak to me That’s when I saw Malik. He was standing with Mrs. Ivy. They were having a serious talk, too private for me to interrupt. Not like I would anyways. I wasn’t ready for another confusing talk or one of Mrs. Ivy’s mysterious smiles. So I changed direction fast, pretending I hadn’t seen them. The rest of the day moved slowly after that. I didn’t see the boys again, not even in the hallways before school ended. When I finally got home, Malik was already there. He was sitting stiffly at the desk across from my father. Both of their faces were serious, making the air in the room thick. “Sweetheart.” My mother came out of the kitchen. Her voice was gentle. “You must be hungry. You didn’t eat your breakf

~A Bullet In The Head~Carlos’s mansion blazed like a fortress. Spotlights beamed across the vast estate, casting shadows over the marble statues lining the driveway. All the guards were dressed in all black, they had rifles slung across their chests as they paced along the perimeter watching out for danger.Back in the house, Carlos Hugo stood before his mirror, strapped a bulletproof vest beneath his designer shirt. Sweat glistened on his temples. He wasn't sure of how the night would play out but he needed to be more than ready for it. He picked up a silver pistol from his dresser and loaded it with enough clicks. He was about to sip his glass of whiskey when his phone buzzed on the table beside him. He snatched it up."Where are you?" he barked.There was no reply, everything was static."Coward," he muttered, realizing his lawyer had fled.Unknown to him, there was something going on downstairs. One of the guards rushed in, "Sir... it's him."Carlos's face twisted instantly. "A

~Take Over~Carlos Hugo was feeling untouchable. The evening air hummed with music from the courtyard below his sprawling estate. He reclined in a velvet chair, his thick fingers were wrapped around a glass of twelve-year-old whiskey, a smug grin was etched across his aging face.Two of his men lounged near him—Rico and Benito, his most trusted bodyguards. They chuckled at a tasteless joke Carlos had just told about Andrès, completely oblivious to the fight coming.Carlos raised his glass. “To finally getting what I deserve. That empire will be mine. The boy never saw it coming.”As if summoned by karma itself, his phone buzzed relentlessly on the table beside him. The screen flashed with a name—Silvio.Carlos answered with a lazy tone, “This better be good.”But the moment Silvio’s panicked voice cracked through the receiver, his posture shifted. The color drained from his face.“Boss, he knows.”Carlos sat up. “What?”“Andrès. He knows everything… about Don Simon. The lawyer tipped

~Call Bruce~ Elena turned abruptly, her pulse quickening, heart thumping in her chest. For a brief second, fear clouded her eyes—until she recognized the man standing behind her. “Bruce,” she exhaled, placing a hand on her chest. “Did I scare you?” Bruce asked with a crooked smile. She let out a soft laugh, the tension easing from her shoulders. “Just a little.” Bruce was one of her most trusted legal informants, a discreet but sharp-minded ally who had helped her navigate the complex web of documentation surrounding her latest investigation. Without him, she wouldn’t have gotten half as far but this time, she owed all the credits to Clara. Moments later, Elena was dialing the secure number given to her by the person who’d hired her for this job. The meeting was arranged quickly, as usual, in a secret location—a dimly lit layout known only to a handful of operatives. When she arrived, two men were already waiting, disguised as always. They never introduced themselves, and

~I've Got Good News~ Elena stood frozen, her eyes fixed on the door Carlos had just disappeared through. Her pulse raced, her breath shallow. She hadn’t expected to see him here—at least not so suddenly, not without warning. There had been no exchange of words, no confrontation, just the fleeting moment when their eyes met before he turned and walked away, as if he’d seen a ghost. Clara approached, cutting through the club’s smoky haze with the ease of someone who belonged there. Though to others she appeared just another waitress, her role ran much deeper. Clara had been Elena’s eyes and ears inside this place for months now—discreet, reliable, and sharp as a blade. She leaned in close, brushing a hand lightly on Elena’s arm. “We can leave,” she said quietly. Elena nodded, still processing the moment that just happened. Together, they slipped out of the club and into the night, the cool air outside pressing against Elena’s skin like reality reclaiming its hold. The two women ma

~Touchè~ Elena sat curled up in the amber colored armchair of her small study, the rim of her coffee cup hovering just beneath her lips. The bitter liquid had long gone cold, but she didn’t notice. Her eyes were fixed on the antique wall clock that ticked steadily in defiance of her rising anxiety. It was already past nine, and there was still nothing. No documents, no message, no confirmation—nothing from Bruce. She was extremely worried and the thought of him calling her sent shivers down her spine. The lamp on her desk cast a soft golden halo over the scattered papers and open folders. In the dim light, the sharp angles of her face were more pronounced, her tired eyes shadowed with worry. Her gaze fell on the worn photograph pinned to the corkboard above her desk—her sister, smiling beside a man whose face had been hastily scratched out in black ink. It was the only thing Elena hadn’t brought herself to throw away. With a weary sigh, she leaned back and rubbed her temples.

~24hrs~ Mateo sat hunched over in a leather chair, a glass of Grappa half-finished on the table beside him. His tailored black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his Sleek black hair hung in front of his eyes as he stared at the silent screen of his phone as if expecting a call. He rubbed his eyes hoping he didn't look as bad as he looked whenever he had sleepless nights. The silence broke suddenly with a sharp buzz. A name flashed across the screen: Elena. He answered without hesitation. "Well?" Mateo's voice was clipped, low, and impatient. On the other end, Elena sighed, tired but composed. "Still working on it." Mateo gritted his teeth. "Elena, you already have enough time.I need results, not excuses." "I'm not a magician,Mister. I'm really trying my best but you have to trust me." Mateo stood up abruptly, pacing the room. His bare feet padded across the cold wooden floor as he ran a hand through his hair. "You’ve got twenty-four hours? After that, I will fin

GONZALO’S POVI let the thought simmer in my mind, Sapphire didn’t sound like she was teasing me and the preparations, I had paid no heed to them just until a moment ago when the hall was starting to look like that of a mating ceremony.“You shouldn’t be here” Sapphire said to Kaiser, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear “You’re not a maid remember, you’re like a sister to me, there’s no need for you to be setting the preparations yourself” “But my queen..Sapphire, I hate to sit idle” she protested “Besides, it’s going to be my ceremony and I can at least choose what goes in where” she squeezed her palm with a rather forced smile.“If you insist” Sapphire smiled and walked off. This was my chance, my opportunity to speak to her. What was this about a mating ceremony? Why was she going through with it? Why would she lay with me if this was already in place? I needed answers to my questions.But before I could lift my head to see where she had gone, it was too late, she was nowh

GONZALO’S POVThe empty space I felt in my heart when she left the room was quite devastating, my sheets had her scent of jasmine, I could only reach out for the empty space and not her silky hair.Just as I laid, I heard a subtle knock on the door “Brother, have you risen?” it was Alberto behind the door, his scent was quite strong and it was mixed with that of lavender. “I am well and awake” I answered, slipping back into my robe and sitting well on the bed.“How do you feel?” He asked, not waiting for an answer, he continued. “You shouldn’t have put yourself in such danger, I thought you wouldn’t survive but glory be to the goddess, you are alive and well” “Of course I am well, you know, you used to aspire to be Alpha supreme” at this, we both burst out laughing “And if this little trick were to kill me, then I am not worthy of that dream” I responded, throwing the sleeves of my robe over my arm as the pain still crossed my mind.“I am glad that you are fine but I wanted to speak

KAISER’S POVMy body moved towards his fingers, he held the base of my bottom firmly as his lips fiddled with my breasts harder than before, I didn’t resist, I wanted more.“This is just the beginning” he whispered, numbing the flesh just above my ear and I let out a subtle moan as my clit reacted to the position of his fingers rubbing over them.He placed my back on the bed, towered over my body and leaned forward to part my lips with his in the most vile manner. My body was still half clothed when I took apart the robe on him.Just then, he closed the distance between our bodies and I felt his c*ck brush my pelvis, it made me clench my clit with much anticipation that I let out a sharp moan, it made a smile form on his lips.I let him play with my breasts with one hand and suckle on the other just enough for him to be satisfied but at some point, I pulled his hair up to bring his face into view and I kissed him so hard, I felt my lips get swollen from nibbling at him with each secon

KAISER’S POVMy heart raced at the news, it took all of my willpower not to show my fear for Gonzalo’s life. “He was injured by a poisonous weapon?” I asked “wolfsbane?”“It’s something worse, the physician says it’s something he has never seen and the Alpha supreme is on his way to find a cure” one of the maids said, her eyes darting at mine for a reaction.“But is there something wrong lady Kaiser? You seem rather worried for lord Gonzalo” she inquired.“He risked his life for our supreme leader, anyone who isn’t worried for his life should be seen as suspicious” I responded, keeping a neutral expression but still throwing her a questionable glare.“My apologies, my lady” she bowed her head. After I had returned from my quest to have Gonzalo’s head, queen Sapphire had taken me into her wing and placed me above the maids, I have also sworn to be her loyal servant with only my name to offer.“Show me to lord Gonzalo’s chambers” I ordered, letting her lead the way as though I hadn’t

ALBERTO’S POV The look on Wilkin’s face changed completely, my eyes wandered to his sword which looked like it could be unsheathed any minute and brother didn’t have his sword with him.“Answer the question Wilkin” brother urged, his eyes holding his gaze. He stared down at the man like he was in some sort of trial and truly, maybe he was. Brother’s plan had been fullproof, there was no way Enzo could be that prepared without someone helping him and so with a sternful watch brother asked yet again.“What do you know about Enzo’s ploys?” I noticed Wilkin swallow hard, clutching the unsheathed sword which was ready to move out of position “The moment you unsheath your sword at me, I’ll have your head in my hands” brother warned.At this, two guards held him down, pushing him to his knees and having his sword away from him “I will not ask again” brother said calmly, his stare made even the strongest beta quiver, he sure was the Alpha Supreme.“My lord, I was only told by a few elders t

ALBERTO’S POVHer high pitched moans made my body move in motion with hers, but this, this was something else, I was fighting the urge to release, her tactics were new and too effective.“Sa..my love” I breathed when my body couldn’t take anymore of it, I needed to pin her down, to make her feel the same way she made me feel.She climbed over my body with careful precision, she parted my lips once again with a certain hunger that it made my erection bulge underneath her body.She placed herself carefully on top of me, letting me penetrate her whilst she sat on top of me “Al..” she moaned loudly whilst I placed my hand on her chest, fiddling with he left br*ast, it made my body feel good.Slowly, she moved against my body, up and down, back and forth and I felt my body jolt with pleasure whilst her moans got louder with each grind and my body ached for more while I moaned her name, wanting more.I placed my hand on her bottom when I noticed her movements had slowed down, with enough f

Clarissa’s POV My heart still hadn’t settled.It was beating too fast, too uneven, like it didn’t trust the reality my eyes were seeing. And honestly… Neither did I.Reed was alive. I kept repeating it in my head, hoping it would eventually feel normal.It didn’t. Instead, I just stood there in the middle of the living room, staring at him like if I blinked too long, he’d disappear again.“This is insane,” I whispered under my breath.“You’re really alive…” I said, my voice trembling slightly.Reed gave me a small nod, his expression softer now.“I am.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.Then, before I could stop myself, I laughed.It wasn’t a normal laugh.It was the kind that comes when your emotions don’t know where to go , half disbelief, half joy.“You have no idea how crazy this is,” I said, shaking my head. “I literally thought I was looking at a ghost five minutes ago.”Maya let out a small, nervous laugh beside me.“Same,” she admitted.But Dante wasn’t

Dante's POV “And?” I pressed.Clarissa hesitated then finally said it.“He told me Chelsea was responsible for Reed’s death.”My head snapped toward Reed.“He wasn’t dead,” I said, confused. “So what does that even mean?”“It means,” Clarissa said slowly, “that she was behind the attempt.”Maya’s grip tightened on my arm.“I knew it…” she whispered.I ran a hand through my hair, pacing slightly.“Okay—so Chelsea tried to kill you,” I said to Reed. “We saw the video. Fine. But why? What does she gain from that?”Reed’s jaw tightened.“Everything.”I stopped pacing.“Explain.”He looked at all of us one by one as if weighing how much we could handle.Then he spoke.“Chelsea was never in an abusive marriage.”The words hit strangely unexpectedly.“What?” Cathy said, frowning. “But she told me…”“She lied,” Reed cut in.“Her husband, Charles,” he continued, “never raised a hand against her.”Clarissa blinked.“That doesn’t make sense,” she said. “Why would she lie about something like th

Dante's POV The word felt ridiculous, impossible and yet abnormal to think like that.What else could it be?Cathy stepped in front of us.“It’s not a ghost,” she said firmly.“Then what is it?” I demanded.“Cathy,” I said, my voice dropping, “you need to explain. Right now.”Slowly, she turned toward the couch.“Reed,” she said.My breath caught.For a moment, nothing happened.Then, he moved just slightly.His head tilted and then he turned.His eyes met mine and I swear I felt my soul leave my body.“Dante,” he said.My name.I stumbled back, nearly losing my balance.“No…” I whispered.This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.“You’re dead,” I said, my voice breaking. “I saw you. We buried you—”“No,” Reed said calmly.He stood up.“I didn’t die.”Silence crashed over the room.I shook my head violently.“That’s not possible,” I said. “We had a body. We all saw it. Everyone—”“It wasn’t me.”The words hit like a gunshot.I froze.“What?” Maya whispered.Reed took a step closer.Insti

Dante's POV I didn’t like the silence in the car. It wasn’t the comfortable kind nor was it the kind that settles in when people have said everything they need to say. No, this one felt heavy, like something was sitting between us, breathing quietly, waiting for the right moment to strike.I kept my eyes on the road, hands tight around the steering wheel. The streetlights stretched ahead in long, dim lines, flickering occasionally like they were warning me to turn back.Behind me, Cathy and Maya talked.At first, it was soft. Careful. Like they were testing each other, making sure the other was still the same person they remembered. Then gradually, their voices warmed, slipping into laughter, into shared memories, into everything that had happened while they’d been apart.“…and then I told him he was insane if he thought I’d just—”Maya’s voice broke into laughter.I swallowed hard.That laugh.For a moment, it made everything feel normal again.But normal wasn’t something I trusted

Dante's POV I frowned slightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”She crossed her arms, tilting her head just a little.“It means,” she said, “that she doesn’t want to face it alone.”“That’s normal,” I said. “It’s a big step.”Cathy gave a small, knowing smile.“Is that what you think this is?”Something in her tone made my stomach tighten and I didn't like that feeling. Was Cathy just going to continue with her attitude?“What else would it be?”She didn’t answer immediately.Instead, she studied me carefully like she was trying to decide how much to say.Then she asked the question.“Are you the reason she’s getting divorced?”The words hit harder than they should have.“What?” I said sharply.Cathy didn’t flinch.“You heard me.”“That’s ridiculous,” I replied. “Chelsea’s marriage had problems long before I showed up.”“Maybe,” Cathy said. “But that doesn’t mean you didn’t play a part in the ending.”I felt irritation rise.“No,” I said firmly. “I didn’t.”Cathy’s gaze didn’t waver.

Dante's POV I believed her and that was the problem because Reed was right. If the killer was someone close then finding her wasn’t just going to expose the truth. It was going to destroy whatever was left of our lives.Maya broke the silence.“Dante,” she said softly.I turned to her.Her expression had changed, it was less tense and more searching.“Are you back with Chelsea?” she asked.The question caught me off guard.“What?”It came out sharper than I intended.Maya held my gaze.“I saw you with her earlier,” she said. “And I just… wanted to know.”For a second, the tension in the room shifted, not gone but redirected.I exhaled slowly.“No,” I said. “That ended a long time ago.”Maya’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but she didn’t look entirely convinced.“We’re not together,” I continued. “I’m just helping her.”“Helping her how?” Cathy asked, her tone neutral but curious.“She’s getting divorced,” I said. “Her husband… it’s complicated. She needs support.”“That’s all?” Maya as