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Marius did something that made me angry. How could he have offended me like that?I saw him narrow his eyes, and then he turned and walked toward the door without saying anything.The man grabbed the doorknob and turned it. Was he really going to ignore me? He didn't want to leave, so I went up to him.He must have heard my footsteps, because he said:"Don't come any closer."I stopped walking, thinking about a lot of things as I looked at his back."I understand that you saw something in him, but I don't understand what. It doesn't matter. Let's stick to the original plan. When the time comes, you point out Alissa's location and you're free of me. Until then, I'll stay here, close by."He said these words and left me alone, and the only thing I could think was that Marius wasn't close enough and that I never wanted to be free of him.When the door closed with a bang, I lost my balance and fell to the floor. I put one hand on my heart as I felt it break into a thousand pieces.

Jane.When I knocked on Marius's door after taking a shower and putting on a black T-shirt and denim shorts, I didn't think that the person who would answer the door would be Beth.I stood there for a few seconds, shocked, staring at her as she held a pair of scissors in her hand.What do you want? You should be with Tristan.I blinked, trying to understand what was going on.---- I... where's Marius?When she rolled her eyes and tried to close the door, a large, dark male hand held it open, opening it completely.Marius looked unbelievable.He was wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his chest and arm muscles, and equally dark pants. But that wasn't the biggest change.He had cut his hair, and judging by the scissors in Beth's hands, she had been the one to cut it.I looked inside the room and saw a chair in the center, and his beautiful hair was all on the floor.Now his hair was so short that I realized I had never seen his face completely. Marius had thick, dark eyeb

One week later.Marius seemed to never leave his room, except when he decided to train, and I watched him through the kitchen windows.He did it discreetly, not in the courtyard like everyone else, but in the she-wolves' cemetery. He trained in the early hours of the morning, when everyone was asleep, and as I watched him through the crack in the kitchen window, I remembered that I had done the same thing when I was a child.Watching the red eyes in the dead of night.I took a deep breath as he moved with swift, dangerous precision, the muscles in his back completely tensed as he punched the air, his muscular arms powerful and ready, his fighting stance aimed at an immediate attack.He looked so different now with his hair cut short, wearing newer clothes that weren't torn anywhere. He was wearing plain white shorts now, completely free of any designs.His bare feet pressed against the grass as he swayed from side to side, his breathing steady, while everything around him seemed so si

JaneThe sound of his voice echoed inside me, his plea branded into my heart as I watched his eyes burn with emotion. Marius wasn't just looking at me—he was worshipping me. Every part of my body his gaze touched made me feel as though I might fall apart.I had my hands covering my breasts, trying to shield myself from his hungry stare, but before I realized it, I was slowly lowering them, letting him see me more clearly.Oh, what was I doing?I couldn't do this.And yet, Tristan had said he couldn't have me. But Marius wasn't having me—he was only looking at me, my mischievous side reasoned.Why was it that whenever it came to Marius, I always seemed to find a thousand excuses to do exactly what he wanted?The sound of the rain outside reminded me of the cabin and the nights I'd spent lying in my room listening to him tossing and turning on the floor, never seeming comfortable. It reminded me of how I used to watch his face in the dim light and how lonely he looked while he slept.I

He didn't let go of me right away, and for a moment, I thought he might take back his word. He lowered his head and buried his face against my neck, inhaling deeply as every part of my body trembled. I could feel the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck standing on end just because that idiot was simply breathing in my scent.Ah! How foolish I was. After everything he'd said, after acting like some selfless hero without caring—or even asking—what I wanted, I was once again melting in his arms because of the smallest movement he made. It had to be some kind of divine punishment.I wished I could scream at him, or at least struggle against him so he'd release me from that embrace that left me so weak, but I couldn't do either. Because I was weak—pathetically desperate to stay in his warm, loving arms just a little longer.I was simply... ridiculous."Don't do this..." I murmured, my voice weak against his shoulder.I felt his fingers glide from my waist up my back, leaving a trail o