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Chapter 423 The First Fracture

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Erik

I know something’s wrong the second I touch her. She doesn’t pull away from me, but her skin feels hotter. Like the fire inside her is burning closer to the surface. Her pulse is steady, but her body is wound tight, like she’s bracing herself for an argument.

“Scarlett,” I murmur, brushing my knuckles over her jaw. She meets my eyes, and the distance there feels like a wall I didn’t know we’d built. “Come to bed,” I say.

I know sex can’t fix everything that’s wrong between us, but our bodies always seem to find a way to communicate, even when we don’t have the words.

She nods and leans into my touch. It’s not trust I see in her eyes when she follows me into the bedroom. It’s surrender. But not to me. To the storm churning beneath her skin.

I try not to let that thought take root. Try to hold onto the way her hand slides into mine. The way her breath catches when I pull her close. The way she leans into my chest like she wants to drown in the silence between us.

We kiss before the
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  • Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King   Chapter 428 The Circle Moves

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    VictoriaThe first thing I notice when Loki steps into the alleyway is that the shadows curve toward him. Like even the dark wants to be closer to him.He’s dressed in black again, no surprise there, and there’s something regal about the way the coat hangs off his frame. It looks effortlessly elegant.His silver rings catch what little light filters down between the buildings, and for a moment, he doesn’t look like a god.He looks like the end of a story no one survives.“Darling,” he purrs. “You’ve been avoiding me. If I was more insecure man, my feelings may have been hurt.”“I’ve been watched,” I snap. “I can’t take five steps without someone casting a ward or sniffing for curses.”“Paranoia suits them. But it doesn’t serve you. I know you’re resourceful enough to find a way around their spying.”I cross my arms. “What do you want?”“Straight to business.” He sighs. “Pity. I was hoping for a warmer reception. We’re more than just allies, aren’t we? I feel a certain... intimacy betw

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