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Chapter 78

Author: Shana Allen
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-23 23:53:16
DANE.

I couldn’t fucking believe what this trial had turned into. It was supposed to have been simple, yet it was anything but.

If there was a single bright thing in the center of the mess, it was the mark on my neck. Her canines had sunk in there like a claim, and the memory of the it pulsed under my skin, reminding me of its certainty. I didn't care that she had done it to protect me, to protect whatever fragile, stubborn thing we called our bond. If anything, that was why I would wear it like armor: proud and guilty at the same time. She still wanted our bond even after everything that I had done to her.

It was as if the universe was listening to my thoughts or some shit because I heard my voice echoing in the auditorium.

“You’ll fight me until you can’t. And when you finally break, when you surrender—I’ll be there to show you what all of my whores like. You’ll be begging me not to stop. You’ll beg for my dick like a good little bitch. Who knows? Perhaps I’ll give you a taste.”

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Sam strikes again. He might not want to anger Aria too much. Three people as offerings. How are they involved?

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Damn! I can't imagine that level of drama on the stage.
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