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Leo's POV I was so close to tasting Lexy’s lips again, but she swiftly pulled away, like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her. But from now on, a spark of hope has lived in my heart. Her body still responded to me. She wanted me to kiss her. She still had feelings for me. And soon, I will win her back. I still felt the sorrow of losing my pup, but maybe it was fate. And even if Alexandra had pushed Mirabel, I’m sure it was a mistake. She meant no harm. Near the male restroom, I saw Megan stepping out of the ladies’. She looked at me with a glance full of sadness. “My condolences, Alpha Leo. I heard what happened to your pup. Such a tragedy.” “Thank you, Luna Megan,” I responded politely. I couldn’t miss how she protectively covered her stomach, and I noticed her barely visible baby bump. Her scent had changed. She was unmist

Mirabel's POV I moaned loudly, overwhelmed by the pleasure Rob’s mouth and fingers were giving me. Gripping the yoga mat tighter, I panted hard as my release hit. I didn’t need prenatal yoga, but for Leo, I’d said I was doing it for my body and soul. And in a way, Rob was doing wonders for both—just without the yoga part. Rob looked up, his voice husky. “I really love sex with you already. Would you ever want to explore something different together?” I stretched lazily and nodded softly, too relaxed to even speak. He disappeared for only a moment, returning with a bottle of lubricant and a clitoral vibrator. It wasn’t new to me, but I didn’t say anything—I didn’t want to ruin the mood. Rob gave me a soft, caring look. “Anytime you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll stop.” Instead of answering, I pulled him closer and claimed his lips. I could still taste my release on his tongue, and it only fueled my desire. I was aching for him, craving him. Addicted. He was my drug.

Alexandra’s POVI woke up on the sofa wearing yesterday’s clothes. Sunlight was shining in my face as the curtains were open. Strangely, I had no headache or dizziness—I actually felt fresh and energized. It was already 10 a.m., so I took a quick shower to get ready for lunch at the palace.The water streamed over my body, refreshing not only my skin but also my mind. I dried off and started to get ready. I let my curls flow naturally down my back, applied light makeup, and put on a black midi dress—designed by Arabella, of course. The voluminous tulle skirt was richly layered to create a flared, ballerina-style silhouette. The bodice featured a delicate floral appliqué in pastel tones, lavishly arranged over a fitted sweetheart neckline. Thin shoulder straps tied into bows added a dainty, feminine touch. The contrasting pastel embroidery brought life to the inky tulle, while the structured bodice melted seamlessly into the airy, full skirt—a perfect balance of romantic

Alexandra POVSebastian’s hand was wrapped around mine as we stepped out of the coffee shop. I knew his affectionate gestures were only part of our act, but somehow, his touch still seeped past my guard, warming something deep inside me. I had morning meetings lined up, and this unplanned coffee break with him had been both unexpected and surprisingly pleasant. We were no longer just partners in some elaborate ruse—we were beginning to feel like friends.Before we went our separate ways, he pulled me into a warm hug and brushed a soft kiss against my cheek."I had a great time today. Don’t forget about the party tomorrow. I’ll collect you at one," he said, his voice low and warm."I’ll try not to forget," I teased, a small smile tugging at my lips. "See you tomorrow."I turned toward my car, yet my heart lingered behind, reluctant to leave his company. I was starting to enjoy the moments I spent with Sebastian—more than I cared to ad

Sebastian’s POV Alexandra looked heartbreakingly beautiful when she slept—peaceful, relaxed, innocent. A stray lock of hair had fallen across her face; I brushed it aside. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open. Her gaze swept the ceiling, then darted to the right with a gasp. When she finally turned left and saw me, she jolted so hard she nearly toppled off the bed. She yanked the covers up to her chin, breathing fast. “What are you doing in my bed?” I smirked. “It’s my bed. You’re in my hotel room.” Suspicion lingered in her eyes, but when she peeked under the covers and saw she was still in last night’s bodycon dress, her shoulders eased. “It’s not what you think. Do you remember anything?” I asked. Her brow furrowed. “I texted you a photo of that message on my wall—asked if you knew who could be behind it—and you never replied.” “I didn’t reply,” I explaine