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Where are we going? Amara asked for the hundredth time since she got into the car with Prince Aldrick. He had just arrived in their pack and told Amara to dress up because he wanted to take her out. She had been asking him where he was taking her, but he had refused to say, only telling her it was a surprise. Prince Aldrick glanced over at Amara with a playful smirk. “Patience, Amara, you’ll see soon enough,” he teased, keeping his eyes on the road as the driver drove through the scenic countryside. Amara sighed, glancing out the window at the passing landscape. She was feeling a mix of emotions—excited, yet uneasy about Aldrick’s surprise. It wasn’t just the surprise that unsettled her; it was everything that had led up to this moment—Aldrick’s unexpected declaration of love, the upcoming trip to Scotland to meet his family, and most of all, the unresolved feelings that lingered between her and Damon. Amara leaned her head against the window, her voice soft as she murmured, “I ju

This is where you live? Amara’s mouth was slightly open in surprise as the black SUV drove into a massive mansion. As they stepped out of the car and into the cool, comforting air, Aldrick turned to Amara, his expression soft with a gentle smile playing on his lips. He reached for her hand and gave it a light squeeze. “Welcome to Scotland, Amara,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. “I’m glad you’re here with me.” Amara returned the smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. The towering stone castle ahead of them was grand and imposing, but the comfort of Aldrick’s presence made it feel a little less overwhelming. This was his home, and for now, she felt safe by his side. As they walked toward the entrance, the large doors opened to reveal two young women rushing out with excited energy. Aldrick barely had a moment to react before the two women—his younger sisters—ran toward him, enveloping him in tight hugs. “Aldrick!” one of them squealed, her blonde hair bouncing as she

The bell rang, announcing it was time for combat practice. Darius, who had been napping in his room, groaned tiredly. He forced himself up from the bed, put on a shirt, and walked outside the room as he made his way to the combat field. Arriving at the field, Darius noticed some students were already there, and among those students was Damon. Damon stood in a corner, separated from the others, looking disinterested in being on the training field. Darius’s heart sank as he continued glancing at Damon, but he didn’t go over to where Damon stood. Instead, he joined the other students. It had been five months since Darius and Damon had their argument, and the relationship between the two brothers had grown distant. They still talked—but not like they used to. As Darius stood among the group of students, his gaze kept drifting back to Damon. The tension between them lingered in the air. They spoke when necessary, but the bond they once shared seemed to be gone, and everyone at the acade

“Get out this very minute,” Damon demanded, his voice low, his patience hanging by a thread. But Christabel simply shook her head, her eyes gleaming with lust and desire. She licked her lips slowly, her gaze locking with his, unrelenting in her twisted determination. “No, Damon,” she whispered, her voice thick with seduction. “I won’t leave until you give me what I desire.” She took another step closer, her fingers grazing the edge of his shirt—but before she could touch him, Damon’s anger snapped. In one swift motion, he shoved her away, his hands pushing her with enough force to make her stumble backward. Christabel’s eyes widened in surprise as she lost her balance and fell hard on the floor, landing on her butt with a loud thud. For a second, there was silence. Damon stood over her, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession. Christabel looked up at him from the floor, her eyes flashing with a dangerous combination of shock and anger. And then—just a

Director Sylvanus sat quietly, listening to the accusations brought before him. If it had been anyone else, he might have believed it, but he found it difficult to accept that Damon could be guilty of such an act. Damon was always reserved, hardly speaking to anyone—especially women. Why would someone like him force himself on Christabel? Something didn’t sit right, and he intended to get to the bottom of it. With suspicion in his eyes, he looked at Christabel, who was no longer crying but still had a pitiful look on her face. “Tell me, Christabel, when did Damon ask you to meet him?” Director Sylvanus asked, his voice calm but laced with authority. Christabel swallowed nervously, trying to think of a believable lie. “After lunch,” she began, “I was on my way back to my dorm when he met me in the hallway and told me to come see him after combat practice.” The lie slipped from her lips smoothly, but Director Sylvanus raised an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers t