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she replied. Enrique complimented the chef's amazing cooking skills once again and Grace laughed saying, "I think your cooking is much better." "You are smitten with me now, aren't you?" He laughed. Grace smiled and was about to respond when she saw Margot walking up to their table. "Fancy seeing you here, Ricky," Margot said with a sunny smile. She was dressed in a pastel pink short dress. Her long mane of blonde hair was properly styled in a neat ponytail. Her shoes were at least four inches high making her look about 6ft plus.

Marjorie's voice was sweet, almost childlike. Then there was a sharp beep—Gavin had hung up. Margaret clutched her phone, which now felt hot to the touch, her heart sinking with each passing second. Two minutes later, a message popped up on WhatsApp. [Are you okay? [I'll come as soon as I finish my meeting.] Margaret's hands trembled as she opened the surveillance footage. There, she saw Gavin holding Marjorie in his arms, soothing her like a child. He held another woman so tenderly while telling Margaret he would hurry over once his meeting was done.

He threw his phone onto the desk, muttering, “Kill my wife? Please. She’s with her mother. That idiot thought I’d fall for it.” He blocked the number and returned to his papers, waiting for the rain to stop unaware of just how wrong he was. Margot’s POV After her talk with Zara, Margot felt triumphant. She had given her orders, and she was certain Zara would obey. There was no one in the world who could defy her not even God, or so she liked to think. “No one can save you from me, Zara,” she whispered to herself with a cruel laugh as she adjusted her pearls in the mirror.

"Accept or refuse. Either way, you've already lost." The elders murmured among themselves. Margot's face cycled through rage, calculation, and finally, cold acceptance. "Fine. Sunset. The old circle." She turned and strode away, her delegation following. I pulled Eugenia close, my mouth at her ear. "That was reckless." "Was it?" "Margot's killed more wolves than you've fed on." "But she's never faced a vampire in the old way." Eugenia's hand slid down my chest, her fingers finding my belt. "And she's never faced me."

They never left her feet—not even when she was forced to go into the pool for her lessons. Once I realized Margot’s true identity, I became suspicious of everything. I looked at the little girl in the socks and wondered: Who are you? Why did a woman like Lilah—a woman who helped destroy my mother—choose you? Margot looked like a saint, but she was a Vitale by association. She didn't get her hands dirty for no reason. So why did she adopt a strange, recessive Omega?

He stepped out of the vehicle with resignation, though his discomfort was evident. "Why don’t we just claim her already? Force her to accept us? I don’t want to be with a prostitute when we’ve already found our mate." Pavel didn’t answer. Maybe because he didn’t have a response that wasn’t cruel. We entered the building. Margot. A stunning blonde, legs crossed, wearing a charming smile that seemed painted on to steal breath was waiting. She wasn’t just beautiful… she was a vision. A fantasy designed to please. And she did. She had served us many times before. She knew our names. Our rules. Our rhythm.

Robby cornered me with her eyes. "I was hoping it was a coincidence?" I gave her an awkward smile. "August Cole Mangata!" I winced at her tone. "The only reason Margot isn't as "hungry" as you were before you learned to control it, must be because of the binding spells. She probably tried to attack one of her sisters at a young age, causing the binding to start so early. The aunt didn't realize what the real problem was and just chucked it up to being a werewolf thing and put a "bandaid" on the problem instead of finding a way to help Margot control her hunger. Granted, she most likely had no clue what she was trying to fix, so how could she help Margot?"

" I replied, the annoyance clear in my voice. "You've become quite a smart mouth,I wonder what's giving you the confidence" I tried to say something back but held back so I stared at my glass instead. Margot took the last gulp of her drink and signaled for Theo who poured her another. "I'm just going to come out and say it" Margot said after Theo refilled her drink. "Did you sleep with Lorenzo"

And then he was gone, leaving me alone in a penthouse that felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary. +++++++ Margot arrived exactly one hour later with a team of three assistants and enough suitcases to outfit a small army. She was French, impossibly chic, and terrifyingly efficient. "Mon Dieu." She circled me like a predator, her sharp eyes cataloging every flaw. "You have been crying. For days, yes? I can see it in your skin, your eyes, your posture." She clapped her hands. "We fix it. Strip. Now." "I'm sorry, what.."

“I’m sure that by now you’ve taken enough of my men’s money to buy yourself something pretty, after all.” “Something very pretty,” Margot murmurs, her lips quirking into a feline smile. She slowly stands from the table, turning that little smile on the men still seated there and holding out her hand. A young red-haired Beta named Stephen, seated closest to her, scoops up the majority of the coins on the table and places them in her palm.