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Chapter 75

Author: Afamefuna Nwanyibuife
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-17 21:28:16

Carlos’s POV

I slammed my fist into the stone wall the moment she disappeared down the corridor. Pain shot up my arm, but it was nothing compared to the fire tearing through my chest.

Lars. I could smell him on her. His scent clung to her like a brand, and the thought of it made me want to rip him apart with my bare hands.

But what burned worse was the look in her eyes. She hadn’t denied it. She hadn’t said she didn’t want him.

I pressed my palms against the wall, forcing myself to breathe. She isn’t yours. She was never yours.

That truth had haunted me from the beginning. She was Lars’s mate. Fated. The bond between them was something I could never compete with, no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise.

And yet—when she looked at me, when she trembled beneath my hand, when she whispered for me to stop tormenting her—it felt like fate itself was lying.

I hated myself for it. Hated the weakness that made me crave what I could never have. My mother’s blood still stained Lars’s c
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