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Chapter 15

Author: Anna C
last update publish date: 2026-03-27 01:05:14

Kai POV

Atlas is clawing at my control, a savage storm raging beneath my skin, howling to punish Elvira for that slap - the vivid image of Leila’s porcelain cheek blooming red under her palm burning in my mind like a white-hot brand. Those hazel eyes of hers, wide with shock yet blazing with quiet defiance, stir something primal and fierce in me, a protectiveness that roars through my veins and makes my blood thunder. Elvira’s pushing boundaries she has no right to cross, her malice toward Leil
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