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101.

ERDENI've wanted to punch a hole in a wall many times in my life. But none of them compare to now. The only thing keeping me calm, is Lys’s barely leashed look of panic. “What are you doing?” I ask, watching as she pulls her phone from her bag. My heartbeat slowed until it is a distant drum in my chest The image of Meredith cold on the floor somewhere, hurt and bleeding, flashes through my mind. Panic swells, so foreign my body fought its encroachment, until the hot frantic rush overpowered my resistance and flooded my veins. Dammit, I should have been more careful with her. “Lyssandra. What on earth are you doing?” My jaw ticks as I step forward, and she flinches away from me as though she wasn't even aware of my presence. I've never quite seen Lys like this before. There's no warmth in her face, no light in her eyes and it scared me. That emotionless mask isn't my Lyss. I take the phone from her. She holds her hand out for it, glaring ay me. “Give it back. I need to call

102.

ERDENI kiss her the way I want to fuxk her. It is hot and commanding with a whisper of sensuality that archs her back against the door. Her back hits the door with a thud that vibrates through her and straight into me. Lys gasps, not in protest, just in shock as her back hits the wood, and her fingers curl tight in my shirt, twisting the fabric like she needs something to hold me to her. Every defense I’d built around my heart crumbles away. I hold the back of her neck, exhaling with each kiss that only drags us closer together. I don’t give her time to speak. I kiss her hard because there is nothing gentle left in me. All the anger, the fear, the relief pours out in the way my mouth claims hers, in the way her breath stutters against my lips before she pulls me closer, closer, like her bones are giving out.Her thighs press into mine. I slide my hand up her leg, dragging her skirt with it, and she shivers, her nails digging into my shoulders. She tilts her hips up, barely, but e

103.

ERDENWe stands against the door, inhaling and exhaling out the rush of adrenaline. Someone knocks on the door outside, but the sound barely intrudes on us. A harder knock comes from outside, and the door handle is twisted. I jolt away from Lys, and push the door closed. “Erden?” Trent knocks on the office door impatiently. “Give me a few minutes,” I call out, holding the door closed while Lyssandra scrambles to pull her dress down, her cheeks flushed, her hair hair falling in wild strands around her face. She’s adorable like this, looking so terrified and so beautiful all at once, and the thought makes my chest tighten.“Erden,” Trent says from outside, “you’ve got…”I tune him out, helping Lyssandra to pull down her dress. “Better?” I murmur. She nods, pulling away from the door and into my body. I step back just enough to give her some space though my hands wrap around the small of her back. My knees are weak, and between us, I can still smell the scent of sex in the air. “Y

104.

LYSSANDRA I hear the gunshot, and immediately, I know who it's meant for. That's why he asked me to stay behind. Erden thinks I don't know what being puta means, but I do. I learnt the word from Cade. He was always calling one girl or the other from the orphanage he grew up in a puta. That was before Father took him in. I close my eyes, my heart slamming into my chest like a tornado. Ralph is our only link to information, and Erden fucking Kryne has just killed him. I hurry to the door and whip it open, stepping outside. Ralph is slumped against the hood of a car, slowly bleeding out. Neither Trent nor Erden make any move to help him. “What on earth is wrong with you?” I snap at Erden. “He's dying.” He turns slowly, shrugging. “I told you to stay inside.” I stare at him, my jaw slack and open, pinpricks of shock tingling all over my skin. Did he just say that? “Come on, I'll drop you off at home.” He mutters the words. “Trent? Have the men take care of his body.” He walks a

105.

LYSSANDRABy morning, I expect Erden to cancel. I mean, he killed a man yesterday. That feels like the kind of thing that should earn you a timeout from social activities. But at exactly nine in the morning, my phone vibrates with a message that reads:I’m outside, don’t wear heels.I stare at it, and stare again. Don’t wear heels? What kind of cursed instruction is that?I text back:I wasn’t planning on wearing heels to a race track.Three seconds later, the reply comes:Good. Wear something I won’t get distracted by. We’re racing. I need to win.I snort so loudly Riley wakes up from the bed beside me. We'd slept in late after spending half the night just talking together. By the time I walk outside, Erden is leaning against the hood of his matte-black Porsche. He has sunglasses on, and with his arms crossed over his chest, he looks incredibly hot. His eyes drag slowly down my body. “Good, no heels.”“That’s what you’re leading with?” I ask, putting my hands on my hips. “No hello?

106.

LYSSANDRA He turns to me. “We’re doing it again next week.”I raise an eyebrow. “Because you want to lose nine more times?”His jaw flexes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”“You’re lucky I’m not petty.”“You ARE petty.”“True.”He sighs, looks at me with that warm, dangerous affection that melts me every time. “Don’t ever let me win again,” he says quietly.And for once, I give him the truth. “I won’t.”The moment we slip into the car, Erden looks at me like he was trying to decide whether to kiss me or handcuff me to himself forever.I’m still catching my breath when my phone lights up with a call from Mrs. Chests.My heart jumps. “Give me a sec,” I murmur, already sliding the screen upwards to answer and putting it on speaker.“Lyssandra?” Mrs. Chests’ voice fills the car “Meredith insisted on talking to you before dinner.” She doesn't sound particularly pleased with the idea, but I'm grateful that they still went ahead with it. I smile before I can help it. “Of course. Please put he

107.

ERDENThere are moments that brand themselves into a man’s mind, not because they are loud or violent, but because they are so potent that they rearrange things in a man’s consciousness. For me, that moment was Lyssandra’s face when she saw the car.I hadn’t expected it. I’d expected her to be excited, maybe even a little smug, because she can afford to buy herself as many as she wants. But the look she gave me was filled with pure, unhidden joy, and I am ruined by it. The euphoria of being able to surprise her with something she loves gives me a heady feeling that I'm still feeling twenty-four hours later. It has refused to fade away, and each time the memory comes to my mind, my stomach tightens, and a primal feelings lifts its head inside me. It's almost the same sensation I get when I'm buried to the hilt inside her, when her body clenches around me and she shudders, taking my cock like a good girl.Almost the same, but not the same. Nothing in this lifetime or the next will

108.

ERDENLysandra answers almost as soon as the call rings. “Hey,” she says softly, and just like that, the tight burning under my ribs doubles. “You called.”“I’m coming over.”“To the house? I’m not there.” I hear faint voices behind her. There's papers, and phones ringing. Work noises. “I'm actually at woek. Do you want to come here instead?” Her voice does it again. Warmth pools in my stomach and I can't ignore the way her voice tugs me towards her. Axel lunges at the sound, pressing hard against my mind, chanting mine. Mine. Our mate. Mine.I inhale, knowing this is a dangerous time to be with her. I shouldn’t go to her, especially not with Axel already awake hours too early, and not with the moon creeping closer by the hour.But the thought of not going feels like I'm ripping something out of my chest.“I’m coming,” I tell her.“I'll be here waiting,” she ends the call. On my way over, I nearly stop at a pharmacy to get her the pill. I don't believe she's taken one, but the tho

109.

ERDENLyssandra stops breathing for a heartbeat, and then she nods slowly, and bites her lips like she's understands. She can't possibly understand, and she shouldn't react as though this is normal, it only encourages Axel who is back to purring in my head.She accepts us. See? She wants us. If only she knew what accepting us meant. I stroke my thumb over her cheekbone and she makes a hungry, needy sound. Axel rumbles in approval. She tilts her head back, and her sweet scene suffuses my nose. It's sweet and spicy, like a drug I can't get enough of. I’m doomed, and I can't even make myself are enough to stop. My head drops to her neck before I can stop it, and her pulse flutters against my lips. I inhale in, dragging her scent deep into my starving lungs desperately.Her fingers tighten around my neck. “Erden? What are you doing?”“Losing my mind,” I growl against her skin, my tongue tracing the line of her throat before I can snap myself out of it. She shivers under my touch and I

110.

ERDENThis is not how I thought the day would end. I hadn't planned to end up at the psychiatric home, sitting outside in the parking lot, convincing Lys to stay behind while I dealt with Cade. “You should let him go. He wouldn't be doing this if you didn't have him locked up in there.” Lyssandra muttured, looking away from me. “He fucking stabbed someone Lys, he would do the same if he was in jail. It doesn't matter.” I open the car door, and step out. “Stay put. I'll be back in twenty minutes.” I don't want Cade seeing her. I suspect this is some sort of ploy to get Lys’s attention and he's almost succeeded, but she's not going to see him. Olga is waiting for me at the door. I asked him to come back here and get as much information as he could so I wouldn't waste time. “How the fuck did Cade get a knife?” I growl, storming past him. He follows me towards the door. “He was sent to the infirmary for a headache. He stole a knife there.” “Fuck,” I curse. Yeah, definitely for the

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