LOGINFor centuries, he searched for her. Throigh realms, kingdoms, cities and finally the human world. After seriws of professions and lifestyles, he found himself engaged with a pathetic human girl who audaciously kissed him after her boyfriend proposed to her best friend. Ezra wanted nothing to do with her as she was nothing but trouble but in a twist of fate, he ended up as her college professor. With fate constantly throwing this fragile human in his face, a dangerous attraction sparked. One that threatened to ruin them all over again.
View MoreCHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE JACQUELINE“…so your father isn’t around anymore?”The question came suddenly, breaking through the quiet rhythm of clinking forks and low conversation.I looked up from my plate, startled. Mark’s gaze was on me, calm but unrelenting.“No,” I said after a pause. “He left when I was younger.”Across the table, Clara’s hand hovered in midair. Adam looked tense, his fork motionless.Mark didn’t seem to notice. He leaned slightly forward, his voice steady. “Left? Why?”My chest tightened. “I don’t really know,” I said, hoping that would be enough.He studied me with the same expression people wear when they’re trying to figure out how a puzzle fits together. “You don’t know, or you don’t want to say?”I swallowed, forcing a faint smile. “I just mean, he stopped being part of things. Sometimes people do that.”Clara’s voice came in, small and polite. “Mark…”“It’s alright,” I cut in quickly, even though it wasn’t. My fingers itched to fold under the t
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWOJACQUELINESteam curled from the pot as Clara stirred, the smell of garlic and simmering tomatoes filling the kitchen. I stood beside her, uncertain at first, watching her every movement, the measured rhythm of her stirring, the calm tilt of her head when she spoke. Everything about her seemed deliberate yet effortlessly warm, like someone used to making people feel at ease.“So, Jackie,” she began lightly, as if testing the sound of the name again. “Adam tells me you’re in school. What are you studying?”“Literature,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Mostly poetry. I guess I’ve always liked words more than anything else.”Her lips curved. “Poetry. That explains it.”“Explains what?”“The way you listen,” she said simply, still stirring. “You have that quietness about you, the kind people get when they spend too much time inside their own heads.”I gave a small laugh. “That sounds about right.”She smiled as if she understood somethi
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-ONEJACQUELINEAdam's house looked ordinary enough, the kind that blended into quiet neighborhoods where nothing ever happened. He parked the car and turned to me. “We’re here.”I nodded, though my stomach felt twisted into a tight knot. It was the first time I had been to his house. I hadn’t even showered since leaving the hospital. My hair was a mess, my clothes were wrinkled, and there was a dull ache at the back of my throat that came from not having eaten properly in hours.“Are you sure this is okay?” I asked quietly. “I mean, showing up like this? I probably look like a zombie.”He smiled in that gentle, lopsided way of his. “You look fine. My parents will be happy to meet you.”That word, parents, made me straighten a little. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that.He opened the door and motioned for me to go in first. The scent inside was warm, a mix of wood polish and something faintly floral. It made me feel a little odd about my own house with
CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTYARAYASI knocked once and stepped into the dark hall. He hadn’t summoned me.The thought sent unease through me. Because the last time that I had come here without being summoned, he had warned me. But this time was different. This time, I had done something he would want to hear.When the light close to his throne flickered on, I fell to my knees without thinking.“My lord,” I whispered, looking down at the damp floor.The silence stretched, unbroken, and in that silence I could hear my pulse pounding. He was here. Watching. Waiting to see whether I would speak first again.I did. I had no choice.“My lord,” I said again, louder this time, my voice shaking but clear, “I bring news of the immortal alpha.”For a heartbeat, there was nothing. Then the deep voice came from the darkness beyond the throne. Smooth. Controlled. Venom threaded through velvet.“You were not called, Arayas.”The words hit like a whip. I bowed lower, the stones biting into my kn












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