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Orion let out a rough sound deep in his chest, his huge frame shifting instantly as he leaned his full weight into my space, crowding me down against the soft rug. His rich cedar wood scent filled the room, sweet, answering the sudden call of my changing vanilla honey smell. The blending of our scents was intoxicating, a domestic shield that locked out the cold morning reality. I parted my lips, inviting him in. Orion took the invitation with a possessive hunger, his tongue sweeping into my mouth with an absolute dominance that left me breathless. He tasted like the coffee he had consumed before dawn, mixed with the raw heat of his own Alpha drive.

His previous attempts all failed due to a lack of experience. Pills were also divided into tiers. Core-forming Pills and the like could only be categorized as Tier Two pills. Nascent Soul Pills were in Tier Three while Nirvana Pills were in Tier Four. The Evolution of Tao Pills were considered to be in top-grade Tier Three. Its faint white glow was characteristic of this.

“Are you kidding? Did you not hear her? I think she offered us condoms. Twice. And I swear I heard her humming the wedding march.” Dawn peeked between her fingers, her face so red it was a miracle she hadn’t combusted on the spot. “Oh my god, kill me. I’m a human tomato.” “You’re a spicy one,” he teased, nudging her. “But hey, at least now we know she’s team ‘Maxawn.’” “Maxawn? Haha!” Dawn reacted. “Or we could stick to N&N plus Dynamite,” Maxwell suggested softly. “Because something just might explode when we kiss—”

He peppered kisses down my neck and nibbled on the soft skin of my neck. I had never felt this way before. I had ever been touched before and now, it felt like I was going to explode into strings of lights. "You smell and taste so good, Hazel," Onyx whispered huskily as he deeply inhaled. "I have wanted to do this for a very long time, Hazel. Your body is so beautiful," He pushed me back a bit and my dress fell to my waist. My breast was bare before him and he stared at me, his jaw dropping.

"No you won't. Because you can't give me up. If I'm gone, where are you going to find another man who looks that much like him? And don't forget, you just threw up looking at those marks on him. Maybe you should come find me and remind yourself what a real man feels like. Tonight, same place. I've got something new planned. You'll love it." "I told you to stop doing that. Two more days and I belong to Caleb completely. He'll be my husband!" "Then let's make the most of the next two days. Same place. I'll be waiting." Serena hung up. She muttered curses under her breath, but her hands never stopped untying her apron and fixing her hair. The oats had been boiling over for who knows how long an

CHAPTER 21 Sunday would be my new favorite day of the week. The three of us are complete at home. Though we spent dinner or breakfast on weekdays and Saturdays, having the whole day to spend with my brothers on Sundays is the best. While Jay was washing all of our clothes, I helped Felix on preparing lunch. We started making the lunch earlier than the usual time we’re preparing it since it will take more than two hours before it cooks. Felix decided to make it a special one—Spicy Western-Style Spareribs.

She thrived on making people wait for her, like it gave her some kind of power. As I scrolled through the options, I couldn’t find anything that felt right for Dawn. I wanted something elegant and timeless, but not bulky. Dawn wouldn’t like a massive stone or a thick band. She preferred smaller, delicate jewelry . The kind that enhanced her beauty without drawing unnecessary attention. She never enjoyed having too many eyes on her. I lingered on a design featuring an opal stone. It reminded me of the Moon Goddess’s gift. The beautiful, irreplaceable bond I’d been blessed with. My true mate. I wouldn’t have wanted anyone else. I didn’t want anyone else. Only Dawn.

And in that reserved space, my fingers hovered over a piece of fabric, white and worn from so many nights of touch, draped over an obsidian hanger like a relic. Dahlia’s uniform. I plucked it off the hanger and felt the soft material in my fingers. My eyes fluttered to a close as I brought it up to my nose and inhaled deeply… that scent… a mixture of strawberries and some strange flower that triggered something in the farthese points of my memory. Intoxicating… maddening, fury inciting. “If you keep doing that you will bring damnation upon yourself much sooner, it will only cause your obsession to grow stronger,” Orion commented.