Semua Bab Enchanted Dezantre: Bab 41 - Bab 45

BELLAMY “You and Kenzie are great. There’s nothing we wouldn’t do for you. We have all thought of you as a brother since we met you and began working with you. We wouldn’t be anywhere if it hadn’t been for your involvement. Yes, I flirted with Kenzie, but I didn’t mean anything by it. Your mate is beautiful inside and out. We will stand with you both until the end,” Derek said. I gave them all an appreciative smile and nodded my head. I had not anticipated such sentimentality from Derek, but it made me proud of the young man he has become. He was only seventeen, but he had faced so much adversity growing up that it was hard for him to connect with people. His father was an abusive asshole who used him for his magic. Derek had the ability of suggestibility. It was not like Markov’s power. When he tapped into his magic, he could sway someone into doing something, but it was not compulsion. It was just a suggestion. Those with weak minds would fall easily into his traps, but those who

BELLAMYTonight was the night that I had been looking forward to.I was really fucking excited for this party. There was absolutely no doubt about that. However, I was also a bit nervous as well. The original intention of attending the party was to have fun and explore my mate’s naughty side. Her inner vixen was a magnificent creature who was really spreading her wings when it came to figuring out which tastes and delights suited her best.Now, there was a purpose behind it all. We were walking into the lion’s den, where we would be enticing Markov with the power of my mate’s magic. It would put her on the radar of every power-hungry witch out there.One wrong move. One wrong choice. Then it would be game over.“Are you good, Bel?” Luca asked me.I looked at my reflection, making sure that every piece of it looked right. I was wearing a pair of grey slacks with red suspenders that were hooked over my shoulders. The crisp white dress shirt that I had on formed against my broad shoulder

BELLAMY. These parties were always a study in more than indulgence.They were performances, stages where the deepest hungers of our kind played out with ruthless precision. Witches were highly sexual creatures. Kenzie and I aligned more to that part of our hybrid DNA than the shifter side. We would not have been chose as King and Queen had it not been so.This type of environment fascinated us both, and we were eager to experience it together.Over the years, I had learned that what appeared to be careless hedonism was anything but. Every glance, every touch, every tilt of a chin spoke volumes. It was never only about sex. It was about dominance, surrender, power, and the delicate balance that held the night together like an intricate spell.The air was thick with incense and candle smoke, heavy enough that every breath carried the taste of spice and magic. Low light draped the room in gold and shadow, making every shoulder gleam, every curve sharper, every eye brighter. Laughter ros