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“And you need to understand that. Whatever is going on, we will handle it. It’s our duty.” She looked contemplative for a second, before she finally spoke again. “I have to tell you something. It’s about my past.” Arielle took a deep breath, tucking some strands of her fiery red hair behind her ear. Then she continued. “Leon and I... we dated when we were teenagers. It was a long time ago... and I loved him them. We were happy, or so I thought. Then... then I found out that we were mates.” Her eyes looked blank, like she was remembering those times. As she spoke, I felt a foreboding in my gut. Or was it uneasiness, at knowing that this Rogue and her were closer once? I didn’t know.

The chamber shimmered with molten light, the air thick with heat and the scent of scorched crystal and molten stone. Ariella lay in the center, draped across Kaelion’s chest, every nerve alive with the pulse of fire, every breath synchronized with his massive, steady heartbeat. Her body quivered—not with fear, but with anticipation, desire, and awe. Today, their creation would come fully to life, and the flames of their bond would burn brighter than ever.

Outside the motel room, rain began to fall again, light at first, then heavy, soaking the empty streets. But inside, they were ready. Midnight was coming. And the truth was waiting. The air was cold and damp as Arielle stepped out of the car. The old greenhouse loomed in front of her, its glass panels cracked, vines snaking across its skeletal frame. Shadows danced behind the broken panes, and every instinct in her body screamed turn back. But Xavier was beside her, his hand gripping hers tightly. “We stick together,” he murmured. “No matter what.” Arielle nodded. “Let’s end this.”

“Elise doesn’t write like this. She never taunts. She warns. There’s a difference.” “And this person…?” she whispered. “This one enjoys the game.” A cold shiver crept along her spine. Lucien ushered her into the room. “Grab what you need and only what you need. Don’t turn on the lights.” Ariella threw on pants, a hoodie, shoes with barely tied laces. Her hands shook, not with fear no, she’d felt fear before. This was different. This was violation. Knowing someone had stood in the same house, feet away from her sleeping body.

Arielle let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, so we're inside your novel?" Ivana bit her lips as she tried to stifle her laugh. "Hmm," Arielle nodded. "Okay, stop it, I can't anymore, this is too much," She laughed clutching her stomach. "Aww, you don't need to come up with such jokes to cheer me up," She patted her back, "But thanks anyway, I don't remember when was the last time I laughed like this, I feel better, thank you, my dear Elle," She hugged her, "Forget it then, let's talk when you're sober enough, let's tuck you into bed," Arielle sighed as she patted Ivana's back, Ivana lied on the bed as Arielle covered her with the blanket, Arielle heard Ivana laugh again, "Inside a novel? Lol!" She

without him. When Ariella opened her eyes, she found herself laid under him with no shred of clothes. His beautiful turquoise eyes were peering down at her with love and warmth which made her cup his face. Ariella planted a kiss on his forehead before she peppered his entire face with kisses and then trailed down towards his neck and then chest where she kissed that mark of her name's first initial on his chest.

She was not an idle woman, but she was not ready to let him have another. Arielle let her head fall back enjoying the hands gently pinching on her hard nipples. She had been so drunk and drugged on their first night that she barely remembers anything. She moans into his mouth. Leonard could feel her wetness for him, he had always wanted her, all of her in every aspect.

The ceiling flickered, struggling to keep up with failing energy grids. On Celene’s abandoned terminal, a file blinked open. No passcode. No encryption. ''Ariella Vale. Status-Weapon'' My chest didn’t tighten. My hands didn’t shake. Of course. I hadn’t been a person in this story for a long time. I’d been a blade. A lever and a fuse. I stepped back. The lights dimmed. Outside, the sky was cracked with stormlight. Somewhere, the last ruins of Thorne Tower were still burning. Then Elsa’s voice reached me through comms. “Ariella…”

The door clicked open. The moment they stepped inside, both of them froze. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. Aria’s feet wouldn’t move. Her lips parted, trembling. “Vincent …” she whispered, the name breaking off. There he was naked, tangled with another woman. A tear slipped down her cheek.