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I slowly helped myself to push up off the hard floor, my teeth gritting tightly as a sharp, agonizing heat flashed through my waist and ribs. Ella immediately dropped to her knees beside me, her face pale with worry as she wrapped her arms under my shoulders, carefully helping me stand back up on my shaky legs. The moment she made sure I was safely balanced against the stone wall, a fierce, protective rage exploded across her features. She turned her head around and shouted at the top of her lungs at the moving figure. "Hey! You! What on earth is wrong with you? You don't have a single bit of respect inside your soul! You just slammed right into her and you didn't even bother to say you are sorry!" The middle-aged nanny stopped her boots on the wooden planks. She slowly turned around to face us, a cold, calculating look taking over her eyes. She was holding a heavy silver platter in her hands, and resting right in the center of the tray was a tall glass filled with a dark, stained d

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The massive iron doors swung wide, and it wasn’t the Alpha who stepped out, but the exact same grumpy guard from before. His large face was still incredibly tight, frozen in a stiff, uncomfortable expression as his eyes dropped to the dark, sticky stain covering the chest of my dress. He swallowed hard, his tough attitude completely melting away into visible nervousness as he cleared his throat. "I... I am deeply sorry, Luna Fedora," he stammered out, bowing his heavy head a fraction to hide his embarrassment. "It completely seems like you were telling the absolute truth. Please forgive my extreme rudeness from a moment ago. I was only trying to protect the room." A bitter, angry heat flared in my chest as I stared down at the wet cloth clinging to my skin. "Fuck you," I snapped baseline, not even bothering to look up at his face as I turned my body completely away from him. My eyes remained fixed on the dirty, ruined fabric over my chest, my fingers clenching into tight fists at the

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My heart did a strange, nervous flutter against my ribs, a wave of pure confusion washing over me. I blinked rapidly, shifting uncomfortably against the soft leather of the couch because his choice of words felt incredibly weird in a strange kind of way. The tone he used was so chilling, distant, and completely detached that it made goosebumps break out across my arms. I tilted my head, my features twisting into a deeply surprised look as I stared at his massive shoulders. "Wounded girl?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper in the quiet bedroom. Michael let out a low, rough hum from deep within his chest. He slowly slid his expensive fountain pen into its holder, closed the heavy leather ledger book with a loud, final thud, and slowly spun his large office chair around to face me directly. His handsome face was completely blank, his dark eyes like cold blocks of ice with absolutely no sign of a smile anywhere on his features. He rested his large elbows on the armrests, looking dow

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Michael took a long, slow drag from his joint, the glowing orange ember lighting up the sharp angles of his face for a split second. He blew a stream of thick smoke into the space between us, his cold eyes fixed tightly on mine. "Well, personally... I don't believe in that fated mate nonsense either," he muttered, his voice dropping into a dark, gravelly rumble. "But that is absolutely all I am going to say on the matter." A small, knowing smile tugged at the corners of my lips, breaking through my tense expression. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking at him with a teasing glint in my eyes. "Well, that is honestly really nice to hear," I murmured, a soft chuckle escaping my throat. "A big, bad Alpha who completely prefers the simple life of casual, one-night stands over fairy tales. Who would have thought?" He didn't answer right away. Keeping the rolled weed clamped firmly between his lips, he rose from his large office chair and walked over to the couch with slow, p

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I sank my head completely back against the soft leather of the couch, letting out a heavy, dramatic groan as I stared up at the high ceiling. "No... you are honestly just completely wicked," I muttered, my lips twisting into a massive pout to show my deep frustration. Michael didn't even blink or offer a single word in response to my complaint. He simply kept his dark eyes focused on the wall, leaning back comfortably as he took another long, silent drag from his rolled weed, blowing a thick cloud of grey smoke into the air. Feeling completely annoyed by his silent treatment, I forced my aching body to shift along the cushions. My muscles protested with a sharp sting, but I ignored the pain, sliding my legs over the edge of the couch until my boots touched the floorboards. I reached down toward the carpet, wrapping my fingers around a half-empty glass bottle of dark bourbon that was resting near the leg of his desk. I popped the cap off with a sharp twist, lifted the heavy glass to m

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Michael sat up fully, his broad shoulders rising and falling as he tried to steady his breath. He glared down at me with a fierce, dark intensity, his jaw shifting from side to side. "You seriously need to learn some proper manners, little girl," he growled out, his deep voice carrying a sharp, warning edge that vibrated through the quiet bedroom. I slowly shook my head from side to side, a defiant, stubborn pout taking over my lips as I smoothed down my stained dress. "What manners exactly?" I countered softly, refusing to let him see how much his close presence had truly shaken my nerves. Instead of arguing back, his massive frame suddenly shifted. He stood up straight to his full, towering height, the muscles in his tattooed back clenching tightly as he looked down at me from above. His expression became completely cold and strictly professional. "You are going to bathe me right now, and then you are going to take every single one of these silver bullets out of my flesh," he comm

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My jaw dropped open completely, a thick cloud of warm steam hitting my face as I stood there in absolute shock. My mind was spinning in circles, and I couldn't stop the utter confusion from showing all over my features. "You... you want me to tell you a story?" I stammered out, my voice cracking slightly as I stared down at his wet, tattooed shoulders. Michael’s lips curved into a tiny, knowing smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with a strange amusement under the bathroom lights. He slowly tilted his chin toward the far corner of the space, gesturing with a smooth nod of his head. "Pick up that pair of medical forceps resting on the silver tray by the end of the room," he commanded, his deep voice cutting through the thick, foggy air. He shifted his massive weight in the boiling water, his muscles clenching as he exposed the full width of his scarred back to me. "You need to plunge the metal deep into the flesh. These silver bullets have been sitting inside my skin for far too long now,

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"There was a young girl who was always completely lonely within the high, cold stone walls of a massive castle," I continued, my voice dropping into a soft, steady rhythm as I forced the cold metal forceps deeper into his muscle. Michael’s back muscles tightly contracted under the tool, but he didn't let out a single groan. "Every single day of her life, she just stood by her bedroom window, watching how all the other kids in the kingdom lived their lives out in the open. She watched how those normal children got to walk down the dirt streets to go to school every morning, and how they ran around laughing and playing games together in the sun. But this poor girl was always stuck upstairs, staring down from the dark glass, dreaming of a normal life that she wanted more than anything else in the world." I paused for a second, my fingers gripping the metal handle tightly as I searched for the first silver bullet buried deep inside the red tissue. "Even her own biological sisters got to

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The princess froze entirely, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of the farm boy's sudden change in behavior. Before she could even ask what was going on, he aggressively gripped her arm and dragged her toward a massive, ancient oak tree that was completely surrounded by thick, wild bushes. He shoved her gently into the center of the leafy shadows, pressing his large body right behind hers to hide them from view. His breath hit the back of her neck as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and he slammed his calloused hand firmly over her mouth from behind so that she wouldn't make a single sound that could give away their position. I focused on my fingers, squeezing the handles of the forceps as I dug deep into the muscle of Michael's back. The second silver bullet clicked against the metal tool, and with a sharp, heavy twist, I popped it out of his flesh. He let out a low, rough hiss through his teeth, his shoulder blades tightening as I quickly pressed the boiling,

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"Just like she had desperately hoped in her heart, the shadow outside the glass belonged to the farm boy," I whispered, my fingers clenching the metal handle of the forceps as I prepared to extract the very last silver piece from Michael's broad shoulder. "The princess scrambled off her mattress, her hands shaking as she unlocked the latch and pushed the heavy glass pane open. She reached out, gripping his dusty jacket to help pull him up over the ledge and into the safety of her bedroom. The moment his boots hit her floorboards, she noticed he was clutching a large canvas bag, and the entire pouch was filled to the brim with beautiful, fresh wild flowers." "He held the bag out toward her, a deep, comforting warmth softening his youthful features as he stepped closer to her bed. *'I saw you standing out there today during the sacred ceremony... and I saw absolutely everything that happened to you,'* he murmured softly, his eyes tracking the wet tear stains on her cheeks. *'From the s

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