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CRISP, SHARP, AND CLEAN
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2026-03-18 11:07:28
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The place smells of damp stone, the only light coming from the small peek of afternoon sun.Freck uses his teeth to tug off the leather gloves on his right hand. His leather pants creak softly with every shift of his powerful thighs, the undone heavy belt around his waist clinking, cold against Heaven’s skin.Her thin, satin sleeveless top does nothing to shield her from the cold floor, so Freck pauses and lets go of his leather jacket, spreading it on the floor for her to lie before continuing with the charade.Lifting her flay maxi skirt, he positions himself between her thighs, his left hand carrying his weight as he leans down, while his right hand sets itself on Heaven’s neck to tilt her head upward, which exposes her throat.
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Heaven’s mouth hangs open at the question. Isn’t Ziason the one who always preached good about murder?But as much as the question makes sense, Heaven doesn’t have a reply to it. No matter how she thinks about it, she can’t even find words to respond.“If you tell me that it will lift the burden of hate and despise, I truly will kill him. I won’t hold back, and I won’t look at him as my brother as I slash his throat.”Heaven lets out a sigh. Air clogs in her throat, not flowing down or out. Her emotions tighten in her chest, and it feels as if she can’t breath anymore.Without replying, she leaves the rooftop. A sudden wave of sadness surges in her as she goes down the stairs, and she starts feeling the need to cry. Excep
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“I touched the doorknob first,” Freck argues.“But I touched the door,” Ziason retortss.“The doorknob is what matters.”The two men exchange a brief moment of intense stare, while Heaven, who was already halfway into her room, pauses to watch them.
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Instead of Freck to relax at the mention of Zeedar, he grows more alert and protective, standing right in front of Heaven, his stance making it obvious that he will strike at any attack.Zeedar comes into sight, leading a horse by its rein, and seated on the horse is Dessery.Heaven stands up as the duo closes in on she and Freck, but stops at a favorable distance, entertaining the silence that reigns between them.Only the sound of the stream’s journey can be heard along with singing beards as the two group exchange stares. Except, Dessery notices the tension and comes down from the horse. Despite that the coldness sailing in the air nearly freezes her blood, she runs towards Heaven.“My lady, I—”“Stop,” Freck intercepts, and Dessery obeys immediately. “I need to be certain you aren’t his agent of murder.”Dessery looks back at Zeedar, then turns to Freck, confused. She doesn’t move, nevertheless.Freck looks at Zeedar with a deadpan expression. “You couldn’t wait to come eliminate
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Heaven opens up to let him in, and, without warning, slides her tongue into his open mouth, earning a throaty moan from him as he tightens his hold on her waist while shifting forward so that their bodies are now pressed tight. By now, Heaven’s glow and the wind have slowly diminished.The bond serenades them, cloaking them in warm tingles that ripple through them. Freck shifts his hand from Heaven’s waist to her hip, while the hand on her cheek grips her chin, though not painfully. Heaven inclines her body to his own, her belly brushing the hard-on bulging through his pants. Feeling the bulge, she leans in more and presses her stomach into it. Freck notices her gesture, his wolf does too—cause it grows rapid with him; crawling, struggling to come out.Freck loses his ability to pull back. So he just lets himself be clasped in the momentum. It seems to be what Heaven wants, after all.He quickly undoes the tucking of his gray torn t-shirt and tugs it over his head, breaking the ki
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Ziason stops at a pleasure house to grab a cloak before fully going into the pack village.Frail’s soldiers have occupied the pleasure house, but it’s easier to skim through them than at the pack village where the soldiers are everywhere—on the roofs, on trees, in buildings, mixed with the pack members. It’s almost impossible to avoid them. But the cloak, coupled Ziason’s lack of aura, aids him to go unnoticed.He goes to the infirmary to see if he can snatch a doctor who would treat Heaven. But the place is occupied by soldiers as well. Ziason also finds out that his own sold
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