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BROOKSThen just as the last word left his lips, his hands wrapped firmly around my throat, and he shoved me into the wall.Not hard. Not violent. But enough to make me gasp.Enough to make my heart stumble in my chest and my lungs forget how to work.And then his mouth was on mine again.But this time?It wasn’t soft. It was heat. Hunger. Tongue and teeth and no space to think.I couldn’t keep up.My hands clawed at his shoulders, needing something to hold on to, some kind of anchor as his tongue swept into my mouth again, devouring me whole.And I let him.Because something about the softness he showed me earlier, the Heath who cooked in an apron and made me Italian dinner, had me so fucking horny.And I knew, deep in my bones, that only this version of him, this dark, brutal, possessive one that killed someone for me, could quench it.I moaned into his mouth just as he shoved his knee between my legs.Right under my dress.Right against my soaked, throbbing core.I choked on a gas

BROOKS"Why’re you walking like that?”I paused mid-stride, glancing down at my legs in question. Betty squinted at me from behind her file, one beautifully drawn brow cocked high“Like what?” I asked, my voice barely masking the jolt of panic creeping up my spine.She tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “Like someone rearranged your insides.”Oh fuck.I haven’t walked right since my night with Heath. Days had passed… four, maybe five? but I was still deliciously sore.Heath kept his promise.Fucked me from night till dawn till was incoherent, boneless, and filled to the brim with his cum and passed out on his chest like a used-up doll.And apparently, still walking like it.I cleared my throat, plastering on my best innocent smile. “Uh… gym. Intense leg day.” I lied.Betty stopped in her tracks, narrowed her eyes at me, clearly not buying it, but also not pressing. Instead, she hummed, a teasing smirk playing on her lips. “If ‘leg day’ means you get to walk like that,” she flicked he

BROOKSMarry Ashar Vale.The words landed like a strike to the chest, but before I could react. Stephan beat me to it. “No.” His voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and absolute. “That’s not happening. She’s not marrying Ashar Vale. You know damn well what SilverClaw stands for, and what they’ve done. They are our political rivals—”The Alpha, who was already seated after dropping that bomb, leaned back slightly in his chair, unbothered by the venom in Stephan’s tone. “That’s precisely why it should happen,” he simply responded. “Our… political tension with SilverClaw has gone on long enough. An alliance with SilverClaw puts decades of animosity to bed—”“Alliance?” Stephan scoffed, a humorless sound. “You mean binding us to them with a marriage to her? To him? Are you out of your fucking mind?”Oh wow.My mum gasped. “I’d watch my tongue if I were you, son,” The Alpha warned, his tone not threatening, but promising. Heath sat in the corner, lounging in that way he did w

BROOKSThe Pack house was nothing like the mansion.The mansion was all polished wood, gleaming floors, and carefully curated wealth.The Pack house… was a fortress.It stood deep in the woods, on a hill. Thick stone walls, towering gates, armed guards at every entry point. It was the kind of place you only came to if you were invited… or foolish enough to think you could get out alive without permission.It was my first time here since I became a Romano, and my stomach was a tight knot the entire drive. Now, standing outside with everyone else, the knot had only gotten tighter.The Alpha stood at the front, hand looped with my mum’s own who was at his side, perfectly composed… well, except for the way she kept side-eyeing me like my hair might suddenly combust into a style she approved of.Her gaze swept over my dress, my shoes, my makeup. Even Venita gave me a slow once-over, then looked away. Did I look that bad?“You could have worn the navy one,” Mum murmured under her breath.

BROOKSI turned at the sound of his voice and there he was, leaning casually against the balcony rail.Shirtless.The moonlight skimmed over his bare chest, tracing every defined ridge of muscle and the sharp cut of his abs. His joggers hung low on his hips, dangerously low, the drawstring untied like he’d just thrown them on. A cigarette dangled between his fingers, the fire glowing faintly each time he took a drag.I blinked once, forcing my eyes away before they could linger too long on the shape of him. How was he not cold? The night air bit against my skin even through silk, and yet he stood there, completely unfazed… infuriatingly hot in a way I shouldn’t think about.I ignored him, turning back to the view like he wasn’t there.He chuckled, low and amused. “Ignoring me won’t do you any good,” he said, smoke curling from his lips. “Especially since you saw exactly how much of an asshole Ashar was to me tonight. I even heard you scolding him.”I glanced over my shoulder, my ex