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2025-09-21 08:20:00Enzo's POV
Her breathing was soft against my chest, slow and heavy, the kind of rhythm that told me she had fallen into the depths of sleep after exhaustion had stolen every ounce of strength from her. Her lashes rested like shadows against her cheeks, her lips parted slightly, still swollen from the hunger of my mouth earlier.I lay there for a while just staring at her, my arm heavy around her waist, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. There was a time I never thought I’d be capable of this kind of silence, of this kind of stillness. I was a man born for war, bred to carry blood on my hands, to make decisions that could snap necks or save packs. But with her here, draped over me like I was something worth clinging to, it was different.The urge rose in me like it always did—to protect, to claim, to mark her soul as something belonging to me.I bent forward, brushing my lips against her temple first, then her soft hair, inhaling her fain
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Atlas's POVHer body was still trembling when I finally pulled out, her hair tangled across the pillow, her breath coming in shallow bursts that barely steadied. The room reeked of sex and sweat, and if I lingered any longer, I’d lose myself in her again.I brushed a strand of hair off her damp face. She murmured something half-conscious, nuzzling into the sheets, and I stood carefully, dragging my clothes back on. The shirt clung to my skin with the heat still radiating off me. My cock was sore, my thighs aching, but there was a strange calm humming under my chest.It was still dark when I cracked the door open. The sky outside was the color of dying embers, that hour just before dawn when the world holds its breath. I stepped into the hall barefoot, carrying my shoes in one hand. The house was silent. Not even the guards shuffled at this hour.By the time I got outside, the morning air slapped me cold and clean. I dragged in a long breath, rolle
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Lisa's POVThe moment his hand cracked against my ass again, sharp and stinging, I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore out of me. My whole body was shaking, every thrust pushing me higher into madness. The sheets twisted in my fists, damp from my sweat, my breath caught in gasps that barely left my throat.But then something inside me snapped—the need to flip this, to take it, to ride him until neither of us could breathe.“Stop—” I panted, pushing back against him harder, my voice breaking. “Let me—”His grip on my hips was iron, forcing me to take every brutal thrust, but I shoved back harder, dragging my body forward just enough to twist out of his hold. I collapsed forward onto the bed, rolling onto my back, chest heaving, my breasts flushed and aching from his rough teasing.He looked down at me, eyes dark, lips curled in a smirk, his cock still slick and hard, glistening in the low light. My thighs trembled just looking at him.
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Atlas's POVI sat on the edge of the bed, the lamp throwing shadows across the room while I tugged at the seam of the skin mask. It peeled away from my jaw in one smooth stretch, and I dragged it off my face with practiced patience. My reflection in the mirror across from me shifted from the plain disguise I’d worn all day into the real me.The resemblance was sharp, almost mocking—my face mirrored Enzo’s, Ash’s, Kael’s. Same bone structure, same predatory edge around the eyes, like we were carved from the same damn stone. I ran a hand down my cheek, tracing the sharper lines, and let the air hit my skin after hours of suffocating under the fake layer. The mask landed on the table with a dull slap.My shirt was half-buttoned, collar hanging loose, as I reached for the watch on the dresser. I liked everything neat, aligned. Tonight, it had to be. The cufflinks slid into place one after the other, the tie looped and tugged tight, shoes polished enough to ref
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Lisa's povI searched all over the house for him, my bare feet padding softly against the polished floor. The halls felt too quiet without him, too big, too lonely. My fingers brushed the wall as I walked, just to ground myself, because my heart was restless, like I was looking for a missing piece.Enzo.I wanted to see him, to breathe in his presence, to lose myself in those eyes that had a way of tearing me apart and stitching me back together in the same second. After what had happened earlier with Calla and Irene, I needed him—not just as Alpha, not just as protector, but as the man whose touch seemed to make sense of my chaos.I peeked into the sitting room. Empty. I checked the balcony. Empty. Finally, when I pushed open the door to his chambers, I saw him sitting by the window, shirt sleeves rolled up, forearms resting on his thighs, staring at something far away in the distance like his mind was lost somewhere beyond the horizon.
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