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KaiNoticing just how much my aunt wanted to be right, how desperate she was to prove her theory, I leaned forward, my expression turning grave.I needed her full attention.I needed to test her."And if she’s carrying my children?"The words were deliberate, carefully measured.I watched as my aunt’s face shifted—her eyes widening, her lips parting slightly in pure shock.For a fleeting moment, I saw something flicker in her gaze.Fear.Not just for herself.For me."Please, Malachi," she whispered, voice breaking slightly. "It’s hopeless. Look at what happened to Kevin."She shook her head, exhaling shakily. "His entire household was wiped out in one night."I kept my face unreadable. "Michelle was poisoned."She stilled."She was forced to lose control. And the family representatives didn’t come to celebrate—they came prepared for a fight."My aunt’s breath hitched."Besides," I continued, watching her reaction carefully, "she killed herself the moment she realised her mate and chi

Kai I remained still, my gaze fixed on my aunt as she lingered by the door, poised to leave yet hesitating. She had said her piece, had issued her warnings, but she wasn’t expecting what came next. "What use will it be then, Aunty, when she is my fated mate?" Her breath hitched. Her body stiffened. And when she turned to face me fully, the shock in her eyes was unmistakable. She hadn’t considered that. Hadn’t realized what she was truly asking me to give up. "Fated?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded once, letting the weight of my words settle. I watched as the pieces clicked together in her mind, the way her expression shifted from disbelief to something else—something bordering on dread. "She is marked." She argued. I let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Fate has a sense of humor." She stared at me, searching for something—maybe a way to argue, maybe a way to deny what she knew to be true. But there was nothing to argue. Nothing to deny. This wasn’

Adasha"Beautiful, isn’t it?"Kai’s voice was soft and warm, a gentle caress against my ear as his arms wrapped around me from behind. His lips brushed my neck—a tender, lingering kiss—and I felt the coolness of his freshly showered skin against my back.The faint scent of his soap—crisp, clean, and unmistakably him—wrapped around me, and I shivered slightly as his damp hair tickled my skin."It is," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.But as much as I adored the night sky and his closeness, another craving was beginning to win the battle for my attention.I glanced toward the small table, my stomach growling softly at the sight of the steaming dishes."But…" I teased, tilting my head with a playful grin, "I’m famished, and I can’t hold on any longer."A chuckle rumbled from his chest, deep and rich, and the sound of our shared laughter melted into the night."Alright, let’s eat," he said with a smirk, releasing me only to take my hand and lead me to the couch.We settled int

Adasha"Maybe she didn’t want to be embarrassed," I offered, my voice tight with confusion."I did warn her once that if she ever tried to slap me again, she’d regret it."I shrugged, trying to make sense of Ingrid’s bizarre behavior."Maybe that’s why. I don’t know. But..." I paused, the unease lingering in my chest."Her behavior was… off."Kai exhaled slowly. The kind of sigh that carried realization—like he had just connected a puzzle piece and didn’t like the picture it formed.His eyes darkened slightly, and I felt it—that shift.He knew something.My pulse quickened."What did she say I did to her, Kai?"I searched his face, the urgency rising in my voice."I swear, I did nothing. I—""Shhh."He silenced me gently, his finger brushing across my lips.The touch was warm, soft—intimate.Any other time, in any other conversation, I would have found it—hot.But right now?Right now, it only made my stomach coil tighter because—why did I need to be shushed?His eyes stayed on mine,

AdashaKai rose swiftly, his strong arms wrapping around me, steadying my trembling frame. His warmth pressed against my chaos, his heartbeat a dull, grounding thrum."Your father loved your mother dearly," he began, his voice low but thick with the gravity of what he was about to say.My breath hitched, and I clung to his shirt, feeling the tension in his body—as if he carried this story like a wound."But someone…" His voice sharpened, laced with anger that felt ancient, "someone knew who she was. And they set her up."My chest seized, and the room began to blur through the tears pooling in my eyes."The day the Eleven Families visited to greet you—on the day of your birth."I froze, every word carving deeper into me."She had a fever."His voice dropped, a tremor running beneath it."And someone was wicked enough to serve her nightshade tea."I sucked in a sharp breath—Nightshade.The word burned through me, cold and venomous."The poison made her wolf lose control."A shudder ran