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You are not but a contract
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Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires You are not but a contract
ANDRE'S POV Camila’s voice faded into the background as Kiera tugged her toward the breakfast room, both of them alight with girlish energy I hadn't seen in years. It made me smile, it's been long since the three of us were together and so this made me smile a bunch, but my mind somehow drifted off to Genevieve and how she reacted this morning.I trailed behind them, my body present but mind tethered to the woman upstairs wrapped in a towel and a war of silences. Genevieve's voice lingered in my head“Introduce me as what?” a blade disguised as a question.Camila chatted about croissants, the disaster of men in Milan, and how she’d nearly punched a French nobleman for trying to buy her virtue with a yacht. Kiera howled with laughter, hanging on every word. They were oblivious to the storm rumbling under my skin.The moment we stepped into the breakfast room, the staff rushed to serve. Platters of roasted vegetables, sliced fruit, toast, eggs, smoked meats an unnecessary display, but e
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires It's not love
ANDRÉ POVI surfaced from sleep at 03:07 a.m. the grey-veined hour when even the ghosts of bad dreams fold their wings and hover. The pack house was soundless except for the slow tick of the wall clock in my room and the hollow rush of wind lifting the balcony drapes. It should have been peaceful; instead, every nerve simmered as if someone had wired the night straight into my spine.I wanted a cigarette the way a drowning man wants air.Beside me, Genevieve slept on her stomach, one arm flung across the empty expanse where my body had been. A pale sheet rode low on her hips, exposing the long, supple line of her back. Moonlight filtered through the glass doors, poured itself over her skin, and turned the soft rise and fall of each breath into something fragile precious, even.That… bothered me.Not the beauty of her which I could catalogue, quantify, and lock behind the iron doors of my mind but the tug in my chest insisting I reach out, tuck a stray curl behind her ear, feel the smo
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires GENEVIEVE'S POV
GENEVIEVE'S POV I felt him long before I saw him.The floorboards in the corridor hummed under each deliberate footstep, vibrating through the mattress and into my bones like a distant drumbeat announcing the return of a conquering king. A faint rasp of leather over wool, the metallic brush of a buckle every few strides tiny, ordinary noises amplified by the hush that followed him everywhere. They built a tension in the room, a pressure that flattened the air until even breathing felt like pulling cloth through my lungs.So I stayed utterly still back propped against the carved headboard, knees drawn up beneath the thin silk robe he’d left me in earlier listening. When his stride paused outside the door, the silence turned lethal. That single heartbeat of anticipation was a blade poised at my throat: silver-bright, razor-sure.Then the latch clicked.A spill of hallway light knifed across the floorboards, and André filled the doorway like a storm fills a sky. His shoulders seemed eve
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires she's not going anywhere
ANDRE'S POV War rooms always reek of iron and gun oil, but tonight the stench clung to my skin like judgment.I walked out without a backward glance my soldiers still whispering, parsing whether my choice was strategy or rage. Let them wonder. Kendrick’s blood had dried on my knuckles; his empire was already rationing dread by the spoonful. My soldiers would fall in line. Power needs no explanations, only proof.The corridor to my room stretched long and dim, sconces guttering against stone so old it remembered every scream. Each step struck the flagstones like a drumbeat, steadying the stampede of adrenaline in my veins. I was conscious of the weight in my fists the ghost of a man’s throat, the tremor still lodged in my tendons. But the battlefield had shifted. Now it lay behind my bedroom door.I eased the latch. Candle-light spilled over the threshold in a soft, golden hush, and the storm inside me quieted to a single, deliberate throb. Genevieve, she rested on her side in the cen
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GENEVIEVEThe sound of the obsidian doors closing behind us echoed like a verdict deep and final, sealing us off from everything that had just happened inside. It lingered in the air, a shiver crawling down my spine like a warning I couldn’t quite shake.André’s hand was still in mine, firm and warm. His grip hadn’t loosened since we left the council chamber, and even though he looked composed on the outside, houlders squared, jaw locked, I could feel the tension pulsing beneath his skin. It was like touching a live current. There was no tremble in his fingers, but the heat pouring off him told a different story. He was still riding the high of it all. The confrontation. The kill. The power.I could feel it thrumming inside him and some twisted part of me responded to it.We walked side by side through the courtyard in silence. Dawn had unfurled fully across the horizon, brushing the fortress stones with a raw, almost feverish gold. It was too bright, too soft for the things we’d lef
Claimed By The Alpha: Cursed Desires The Law
ANDRE'S POV The morning air was cold, damp with the kind of stillness that comes before a storm not the kind that lashes with wind and rain, but the kind that ends with blood on the ground.I stood at the top of the stone steps that led to my pack house, arms folded across my chest, unmoving. The dawn light was pale, barely breaking through the thick cloud cover above, casting long shadows across the gravel path where our guests were arriving.Alpha Kendrick's beta and his mate strode toward us, their footsteps purposeful, grim. Behind them, a line of their pack warriors marched in tight formation, bristling with quiet fury. The air between us was stretched taut like a wire.Xander and Kiera stood on either side of me my second and third, silent and watchful. Their presence was solid, grounding. A few paces behind me, Genevieve lingered, calm and still as stone. She said nothing, but I could feel her. Her gaze was on my back steady, intense, unreadable.She had learned how to survive
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