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A POOL OF MY BLOOD🥺

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONEThe tension in the room is suffocating.Dante stands there, surrounded by his armed men. Red eyes blazing. Every muscle coiled and ready.Seraphina faces him, still holding my hand. Ice-blue eyes cold and calculating. Not backing down an inch."She's leaving with me," Seraphina says. Her voice is quiet. Deadly."No." Dante's response is simple. Final. "She's not.""You don't own her.""Neither do you.""Then let her choose." Seraphina's fingers tighten on mine. "Elena, tell him. Tell him you're coming with me."But before I can say anything, Dante laughs. It's a harsh, bitter sound."Choose? She doesn't get to choose. Not tonight. Not when my brother is in town looking to destroy everything I've built. Not when keeping her here is the only way to keep her safe.""Safe?" Seraphina's voice rises slightly. The first crack in her composure. "You think surrounding her with armed men and dead bodies is keeping her safe?""Safer than taking her to your penthouse where Aar

WELCOME TO THE GAME, LITTLE HUMAN

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWOThe room is dark.Not just dim, dark. The kind of darkness that feels intentional. Curated. Like whoever occupies this space prefers shadows to light.A single lamp sits on a mahogany desk. Its weak glow barely illuminates the figure seated behind it.Smoke curls through the air. Thick. Aromatic. Expensive.The man takes a long drag from what he's holding. Not a cigarette. Not something as pedestrian as that.A Cohiba Behike. Cuban. Rare. One of the most expensive cigars in the world.But even that's not quite right. Because wrapped around the premium tobacco leaf is something else. Something darker. More potent.Lotus Blue. A supernatural variant of cannabis that costs ten thousand dollars per gram. Grown in hidden greenhouses by vampire cultivators who've perfected the strain over centuries.It doesn't just get you high. It sharpens the mind. Heightens the senses. Makes everything clearer. More focused.Perfect for a man who needs to think. To plan. To strategize

SEX IN THE HOSPITAL

CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREEVoices pull me from the darkness.Angry voices. Familiar voices."...your fault. If you hadn't insisted on keeping her at that casino...""My fault? You're the one who brought her into this world! You're the one who couldn't leave well enough alone...""She was shot in your territory. By your man. Don't you dare try to shift blame..."I try to open my eyes. It takes effort. My eyelids feel like they weigh a thousand pounds.Light filters in slowly. Blurry at first. Then gradually sharpening into focus.I'm in a bedroom. Not the one at Dante's mansion. Not the one at Seraphina's penthouse.Somewhere else. Somewhere unfamiliar.White walls. Medical equipment beeping softly nearby. An IV in my arm.A private medical facility. Has to be.And standing at the foot of the bed, facing each other like two predators about to tear into each other...Dante and Seraphina.Both of them look terrible.Dante's shirt is covered in blood. My blood, I realize with a sickening jolt.

THE HYBRID WHO JUST AWAKENED

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOURDante walks into his limousine with heavy steps.The door closes behind him with a soft click, sealing out the world. The medical facility.The sterile smell of antiseptic and blood. The memory of Elena lying in that bed, pale and still.He needs air. Space. A moment to think without being in that room where she almost died.Where she did die.The passenger door opens on the other side.Seraphina slides in gracefully, crossing her legs. Her usual composure is back in place now that they're away from Elena's bedside. The cracks from earlier, the smudged mascara, the disheveled hair, have been carefully repaired.She looks at him with those ice-blue eyes. Calm. Assessing."This better be important." Her voice is clipped. Controlled. "You know we can't leave her there. She's just starting to recover.""This is about her." Dante leans back against the leather seat. Runs a hand through his hair. "And it is very important. Because it's about her wellbeing."That gets h

HATCHING MY PLANS FOR ESCAPE

CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVEI come down from the car with difficulty.Every movement sends sharp pain through my chest. Right where the bullet entered. Where I died and somehow came back.Seraphina is on my left side. Her hand firm under my arm. Supporting my weight without making it obvious.Dante is on my right. His grip equally steady. Equally careful.Between them, I manage to walk. One slow step at a time. Toward what I assume is Seraphina's mansion.The one I haven't actually seen yet. The one she brought us to after the shooting.My legs feel weak. Shaky. Like they might give out at any moment.But I force myself to keep moving. One foot in front of the other.We're almost to the entrance when the butler comes running out.He's older. Sixties maybe. Dressed impeccably in a dark suit. But right now he looks disheveled. Panicked.He's breathing heavily. Like he just sprinted from somewhere inside the house.His eyes go straight to Seraphina."Boss..." He gasps. "Boss, you wouldn't like

BRING ELENA REEVES TO ME

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIXThe study is luxurious in that understated way only true wealth can afford.Dark wood paneling. Leather-bound books lining floor-to-ceiling shelves. A massive desk that looks like it was carved from a single piece of mahogany. Persian rugs that probably cost more than most people's houses.Everything perfectly placed. Perfectly maintained. Perfectly intimidating.Smoke curls through the air. Thick. Aromatic. The same Lotus Blue-wrapped cigar from before.Aaron De León sits behind the desk, legs crossed casually. He takes a slow drag. Holds it. Exhales through his nose.The smoke drifts upward, catching the light from the single lamp illuminating the room.He looks relaxed. Comfortable. Like he's simply waiting for an interesting conversation to begin.The door slams open.Two men drag someone into the room. The person struggles weakly. Muffled sounds coming from beneath the black sack covering their head.Their hands are bound behind their back. Ankles tied togethe

YOU CAN TOUCH IT, IF YOU WANT TO

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVENI sit at the kitchen island, watching Dante move around the space with surprising ease.He's cooking.Actually cooking.The almighty Dante De León, Lycan King, mafia lord, man who terrifies grown adults with a single look, is standing at a stove making dinner.He sent all the maids out about an hour ago. Told them he didn't want to be disturbed. That he'd handle the meal himself.And now here he is.Wearing ash-colored joggers that hang low on his hips. An apron tied around his waist. And nothing else.Nothing.His chest is bare. All muscle and bronze skin. His shoulders broad and defined. His arms flexing as he moves pots and stirs something that smells incredible.I try not to stare.I fail miserably.Because for some freaking reason, I cannot take my eyes off him.Maybe it's the domesticity of it. The way he looks so comfortable in the kitchen. So different from the violent, aggressive man I've seen before.Or maybe it's just that he looks really, really good

THEY WANT TO KNOW THEIR LUNA

CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHTDante walks into his study and slams the door behind him.His jaw is clenched. Red eyes blazing. Every muscle in his body taut with barely restrained violence.And sitting in one of the leather chairs near his desk, uninvited, unwelcome, is an older man.Late sixties. Gray hair. Weathered face. Wearing traditional clothing that marks him as someone important. Someone with authority.One of the elders."Why the fuck are you here?"Dante's voice is low. Dangerous. The kind of tone that makes most people scramble to explain themselves. To apologize. To leave immediately.But the elder doesn't flinch. Just sits there calmly. Like he has every right to be in Dante's private study without permission."Good evening to you too, Alpha." The elder's voice is measured. Formal. "I apologize for the intrusion. But this matter could not wait.""I don't care if the world is ending." Dante walks to his desk. Doesn't sit. Just plants his hands on the surface and leans forward. "Y

THE PARTY 🎉

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINEI inhale and exhale as I enter the taxi.My heart is racing. Not from exertion. From the lie I just told. From the escape I just made.Because that's what this is, isn't it? An escape.I was planning to go to college immediately. Head straight to the emergency assembly. Get it over with and return before Dante even noticed I was gone.But for some reason, I felt an urge to go to Ariel's house first.Maybe we could go to school together. Like we used to. Before everything got so complicated. Before my life became whatever this supernatural nightmare is.Especially since I haven't heard from her since the last time I told her I was going to Diamond Group for my internship. That was very much unlike her. Ariel usually texts me constantly. Calls to check in. Makes sure I'm okay.Radio silence for days? That's not normal.After Dante went to see whoever came to the house, that elder, though I don't know that, he never actually showed up again. Never came back to the ki

KILL YOUR MATE

CHAPTER EIGHTYThe room is dark.Not the kind of dark where your eyes eventually adjust. The kind where darkness feels thick. Oppressive. Like it has weight.A dungeon. That's what this is. Deep beneath Seraphina's mansion. A place most people don't know exists.Stone walls. Iron bars. The smell of damp earth and old blood.And in the center, chained to the wall...Seraphina.Her hands are bound above her head. Silver manacles digging into her wrists. The metal burning into her skin. Sizzling. Smoking slightly where it makes contact.Silver. The one substance that can truly hurt a vampire. That can keep them weak. Keep them from healing.She kneels on the cold stone floor. Her back to the door. Blood flowing down her spine in thick rivulets. Pooling beneath her.Her clothing, what remains of it, is shredded. Torn. Soaked through with crimson.And standing behind her, whip in hand...A woman.Middle-aged but ageless in that way only old vampires can be. Long dark hair pulled back sever

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