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I sat in the bath for the second time. The same treatment. The same faces and the same warmth. The bath was a sanctuary of steam and scented oils. It felt like a final act of grace, like a ritual before sacrifice. They dressed me in a gown of creamy silk, its weight a solemn burden, its texture a stranger on my skin. The fabric clung to my every curve, a beautiful shroud for a dying hope. They wove a crown of wildflowers into my hair, each delicate petal a whisper of a life I was about to lose. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, its eyes hollowed pools of sorrow. I was led down a long corridor. The air grew thick with the scent of a thousand flowers and the murmur of a thousand voices, a human ocean awaiting its spectacle. At the end of the hall, a vast door, a monolithic mouth, waited to swallow me. Beside me was another woman. We both stood on the same like, veils covering our faces. Her gown was a midnight river of silk, contrasted with my own pale attire. My

My room felt colder than usual. I lay upon the vast bed, the soft duvet offering no solace, only amplifying the hollow drumbeat of waiting. Waiting... Waiting for the news. I was part of the pack. Yet, as though I won't be affected, I was hoping for a war. A war that would keep Jonathan and the Alpha King out of the palace for a while. Every creak of the floorboards, every distant voice, snatched my breath, twisted the silence into a knot of anticipation. My fingers traced the delicate embroidery of the pillowcase, a futile attempt to anchor myself to reality. The silence stretched, a taut wire ready to snap.Then, the door swung inward without a knock. Isabella. Just as she entered without a knock when she caught I and Jonathan.Her presence was a storm front, her eyes twin shards of ice, dissecting my quiet despair. A smirk, a venomous snake, curled her lips."So, the wolf comes home," she purred, her voice a poison drip. She sauntered into the room, her movements a deliberate

The door clicked shut behind them.Before Jonathan could even fully turn from the door, Asante was there. She moved with the predatory grace of a cat, closing the small distance between them in a single, fluid motion. Her hands were on his chest, surprisingly strong, pushing him gently back against the wall.“Hey, slow down,” Jonathan said. Her eyes locked onto his. He saw the challenge, the raw hunger, the sheer audacity in their depths. There was no preamble, no whispered words. Her lips crashed against his, hard and demanding.“I want to slow down, but I can't Jonathan,” she said in a giggle. “You're crazy,” he whispered. Jonathan was stilled, caught off guard by the sudden ferocity. For a split second, the thought of Elara, of the quiet dignity he sought with her, flickered in his mind like a dying ember. But then, the heat ignited. It was a wildfire, spreading through his veins, consuming every rational thought. It was primal, undeniable. His hands, almost instinctively, fo

Jonathan followed Asante’s lead, the sun still beating down, but the oppressive weight of the truce meeting starting to lift. He opened the passenger door of his sleek, black SUV for her, a gesture of politeness that felt almost foreign in this charged atmosphere. As she slid inside, a subtle scent – something floral and subtly spicy – drifted to him, a stark contrast to the dust and heat of the field. He walked around to the driver's side, the leather of the steering wheel feeling cool beneath his palms. He knew that the old men would be watching, he had to show his father that he was down with the plan, and he had to show Asante's father that he was okay with the partnership too. "Somewhere serene and secluded, you said," he mused, glancing at her as he started the engine. "Anywhere in particular, or should I just drive until we find a hidden oasis?" Asante turned in her seat, a faint smile playing on her lips. Her eyes, dark and intelligent, held a spark of something he couldn

The air in the luxury SUV was thick with a silence that hummed with unspoken words. Jonathan stared out at the passing landscape, the familiar fields blurring into an indistinct green. Beside him, Alpha King Maguire sat. "Ready for anything, Jon?" Maguire's voice was a low rumble, cutting through the quiet. Jonathan shifted, turning to face his father. "Always, Father. Though I admit, 'anything' feels particularly broad today." He knew what his father meant. These truces were always a delicate dance, a performance of peace over simmering resentment. Maguire grunted, a sound that could mean approval or exasperation. "Good. Because today, 'anything' might just be the understatement of the year. Darius is an old wolf, shrewd and unpredictable." The sun beat down relentlessly as the two imposing SUVs finally came to a halt, spaced respectfully on either side of the parched field. Jonathan watched as the figures emerged from the opposing vehicle – Alpha Darius and his daughter, Asante.

I sat on the bed, legs still trembling, a slow grin spread across my face. A grin I forced. This was going to be… interesting. Jenny DaBitch’s crash course in advanced sexual acrobatics – two-somes, three-somes, the whole shebang – suddenly felt incredibly relevant. I should have been stuck in limbo, not knowing what to do, but her golden rule that had been etched in my mind echoed loud: “Two pussies, one cock? Pussies run the show. Reverse it? Same deal.” This was my chance to prove the theory. "Come here," I said to Isabella. I could see the shock ripple across her perfectly sculpted face, a fleeting hesitation before her predatory instincts took over. Moments ago, I hated her for the deal, now I wanted her close. I would have to rethink, too. Jonathan’s eyes, however, never left me – eyes that were dimmed and small, negating his big-eyed boy look that was sharp and dominant. No pain today, I decided. Even though I gotta share Jonathan. Today, I call the shots. Isa