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Emily giggled, her hard demeanour fading away. "I expect nothing less," she said with a smile. "You deserve the best, Em." "I know," Emily replied with a cocky grin. "Don't let it get to your head," Elena teased. "Too late; but that's not important. What is important right now is your love triangle. This feels like something out of one of the romance books in the library, except you aren't being sold to the rich mean guy by your broke father or evil stepmother," "I think I'm going to tell your nurse to stop giving you romance novels. And besides, Marcus isn't mean."

I hugged myself as Roman led me deeper inside, past men who bowed slightly as he passed, their eyes flicking curiously to me. Finally, he stopped at a set of double doors and pushed them open. The room inside was a study, or perhaps a throne room disguised as one. Heavy oak shelves lined the walls, filled with leather-bound books. A massive desk sat near the center, but what drew my eyes was the chair behind it. Roman walked around it and sat, his presence filling the space as though it had always belonged to him. He leaned back, dark eyes fixed on me. “This,” he said, his voice steady, final, “is your home now.”

I was almost ready to accept that I might fail. Just as I was about to turn away, something caught my attention. At the far end of the shelves, deep in the corner, I noticed a book that did not belong with the others. It was pushed aside and partly covered by dusty and forgotten books that no one seemed to touch anymore. This book looked much older than the rest. Its cover was very weak, and the leather was dry and broken. The color had faded over time. As I looked at it, I felt a strong feeling inside me. Something deep within told me that this book could hold the answers I had been searching for all along.

I beckoned and the follow everyone who is trying to escape, every one of them and it didn't matter if it was the Luna, her daughters, sons, maids, slaves—one by one, my men finished them off. I focused on Johan and ran after him, my weight pushing him to the ground as I press him down, glaring and growling at him and he shifted back, frowning and I did the same. "You shouldn't have come here, Adrian," Johan says, his voice dripping with contempt. "You know what happened the last time you crossed into my territory." "I remember all too well," I reply, my voice cold and hard. "But this time, things will be different." Johan laughs, a cruel sound that echoes through the clearing. "You are fooli

Why does he have to place me in this tight spot? TBC

"Lucian did nothing wrong. It was all my idea, Yapper." "I don't care!" And that was all before the wicked yapper's presence felt thin and disappeared. THE END 🪭NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. 🪭 Hello dear readers, I apologize for interrupting your reading. Thank you so much for picking this piece and coming this far. I wasn't a perfect writer, but you all still chose and supported me. I couldn't have done this all alone, it was WE. — Me, you guys, and God. This is the end of SHE BELONGS TO THE GAMMAS PART 1.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

But it was personal, and it said something louder than any gift wrapped in ribbon ever could. You belong here. My throat tightened, and I had to blink hard to keep from embarrassing myself in front of a woman I’d known for less than three hours. Nobody in my own family had made room for me like this in years, and a stranger had done it without trying. “You didn’t have to do that,” I said quietly once we reached the front door, the book still warm in my hands. Damien glanced at it. “Yes, I did.” “Why?” He looked at me for a moment, the way he always did, like he was choosing his words from somewhere careful and certain. “Because she chose you.”

"AND That tight virgin pussy is definitely mine. You are all mine.” I bit my lip as his finger started moving in and out of me. I didn't have the courage to argue with him. Not at this moment, at least. "A who are you belong?” he He asked. I couldn't answer. My brain was very confused. The movements in Vidar they stopped. "Reply- me, Rarity. A who Do you belong?” "You!" I swallowed hard, willing to say anything as long as he continued with what he was doing before. "I belong to you. I'm yours."

Because whatever tomorrow brought… I knew where I belonged. With him. THE END