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Chapter 3 AMARA POV The truth doesn’t wait for permission...It finds you, whether you’re ready or not. When my eyes fluttered open, and adjusted to the sun rays illuminating the room, everything hurt. My head throbbed like someone hit me with a stone. My body felt like it was on fire. Not fire. It was missed. It felt hot, cold, burning and numb. I blinked and looked around, trying hard to take everything in at once. Everywhere felt so new to me.

The kind that left your pulse a little quicker, your thoughts a little louder, and the weight of what’s coming settling in just behind your ribs. I closed the laptop gently and let out a slow breath. Rufio gave a soft huff and curled tighter into his spot under the window, clearly content to let the humans handle the heavy lifting for now. Amaya stood beside the dining table, flipping through a manila folder filled with protest materials—our maps, the final schedule, her notes on talking points, media contacts, and quotes from local supporters we’d collected. She didn’t look nervous, not exactly. She looked focused, like a storm gathering itself with quiet purpose.

Footsteps could be heard nearby, everyone was feeling tensed and uneasy…I wasn't an exception as cold sweat dripped from my forehead…the footsteps got louder in my ears…I knew that footstep…It was familiar… I shut my eyes as I gripped my pen tightly until it broke into two… "Hey Amelia, you good?" Sofiya whispered and I nodded in response. Immediately I could feel a sharp pain on my shoulder as Sofiya slapped my shoulder continuously… "Amelia!, Amelia look!, Amelia look!!"

Amanda chuckled, she was forced to follow her husband's wishes, but the man's request made Amanda have no intention of continuing any pictures, she chose to move to pick up a thick book that she had not finished reading. The position of the iPad did not shift or move away from its place, it remained there, and Amanda positioned herself so that Oriaga could see his wife's activities. "What book are you going to read, huh?" Oriaga asked. "I hope you're not reading a book called 'Being the Most Woman—" "A Japanese novel." Amanda pointed to the book. "You can see the title and the author's name, right?" "Hm. Yes, please stop reading a book called 'Being the Happiest Woman', don't read it."

Manfred Russo POV I watch Amara in the reflection of my gym mirror, while I lift the dumbbells in my hands. Since I looked more into the article she was reading, the other day, about the benefits of yoga during pregnancy, I’ve had a mat brought up here so we can do our morning workout together. She looks hot as shit in the training bra and yoga shorts she’s wearing and the bigger her stomach grows, the more I seem to become obsessed with it. I feel a lot more relaxed, now that the list of people Romano’s investigator thought could be a threat to her is dead; even more so now that she seems to have found her appetite, again. I swear that girl finds something new to dip a pickle into every day

he asked, his voice a wild, cutting force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. Amelia’s response was a fierce, bright energy, a sharp, unyielding force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. Her hands were unsteady, a vivid, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. She clutched the scrolls, the ancient dagger, the need to tell them a bright, uncontained force, a sharp, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown.

Something was not right at all. I glanced around to find support, but everything went static, when Rhys whimpered in my head. "Mate is in danger, we need to save her right now or else she would die." Amora is in danger? As good as I can remember, she is the only one my would refer to as mate. Then, how is it possible that, I was feeling all this emotions? And then, it hit me, at this point I knew exactly what was happening. It actually means that Amora and I are connected through our minds, our spirit, our soul. Anything that happens to her, is bound to happened to me as well.

She lost her sanity to realise she was stark naked. She lost the sanity to realise she was moving against his fingers instead of stopping him. She lost the sanity to realise she was pushing him deeper into her pussy. “Am—” she choked before she let out a cry, feeling like her soul left her body and came. By the time she came down from her first orgasm, Asmaira turned into a sobbing mess. Racking his lustrous gaze over his wrecked art lying on the bed, Amaan removed his pants and boxers. His shaft, already at its prime, twitched, looking at the sobbing mess, clueless about what had just happened to her.

"Next day I was roami....." Next day Abhinav was roaming in the college in search of Amaira.And when he entered into the library , he found her there. Amaira was sitting on a table at one corner of the library and reading a book. His heartbeat got increased and his lips craved into a smile at her sight.He walked towards her and when he almost reached to her, She turned her face towards him as if she had sensed his presense.Seeing him she broke into a broad smile.

There was no need for violence now—Amira had surrendered, and that was all he needed. **Ryan pov** My vision swam as I slowly blinked, struggling to make sense of my surroundings. The room was dimly lit, and the first thing I noticed was a figure standing in the doorway—a woman. Amira. She looked exhausted, her hair disheveled, her eyes red from crying. She seemed so small, so defeated, like the weight of the world had crushed her spirit. The sight of her in such a state made my chest ache with a deep, gnawing pain. I wanted to reach out, to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay. But something else caught my attention.