The first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, painting the bedroom in soft grays. Aurelia woke slowly, her body aching in the best and worst ways, muscles sore from Ronan's relentless grip, skin marked with faint red lines where his teeth had grazed. She stretched, wincing at the pull in her thighs, and reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen glowed with his message: Dream of me. Because tomorrow, you'll wake to my touch. A flush heated her cheeks. She dressed quickly in a simple blouse and skirt, the fabric brushing against her sensitive skin, and headed downstairs for breakfast.In the kitchen, her mother stood at the counter, plating scrambled eggs with a cold expression etched on her face. The air felt thick, charged with unspoken tension. "Morning, Mom," Aurelia said, forcing a smile as she approached and reached for a piece of egg from the plate.Selene's hand shot out, slapping Aurelia's away with a sharp crack. "Don't touch my meal with your whore hands
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