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The jealousy. I knew exactly what they wanted. They wanted to be me. To trade places. To feel her wrapped around them, soft and yielding and theirs. Brammon made a strangled sound in his throat. Rhydan's eyes flashed amber, his skin started to scale, his dragon rising to the surface. So I fed it. Let them burn. I adjusted my grip on her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the way she stirred in her sleep—instinctively seeking me even unconscious.

the beast's eternal obsession The musicians struck a deep, rhythmic tempo on the drums, the primal beat echoing through the clearing and vibrating straight through the dirt beneath their feet. Leonhart moved first. He didn't dance with the rigid formality of the high courts; his steps were fluid, powerful, and predatory, circling me like a wolf marking its territory. His bare, sweat-slick chest caught the golden glare of the bonfire, his muscles flexing with every shift of his weight. Every move he made was designed to keep me pinned beneath his intense, unyielding gaze.my heart hammered against my ribs, but as the drums grew louder, the heavy gold energy of the mating bond pulsed beneath my

It was obvious that this beast wasn’t a minor rogue bandit. The beast watched her, captivated by her tear stained beauty, her rich copper red hair cascaded down her exposed back in waves. Her cheeks were flushed red from crying and her lips were blush pink. She wobbled to stand. “S-Stay back.” He watched as she scurried away and something struck in the beasts heart, he wanted the woman before him. Her sweet scent called to him and her soft voice was like music to his ears....he didn’t care if she was mated, he would kill her mate to get her.

“Kael, she could walk into every room dressed in gold and fire and it still wouldn’t move me. You walk in with sleep in your eyes and I lose my mind trying not to pin you to the wall.” That made me blink. “I don’t care what the laws say,” he continued, voice dropping to a low murmur. “I don’t care what the throne expects. I’m not bonded to her. I’m bonded to you. You’re the one my soul called for. You’re the one who carries my scent. My pup.” My throat tightened. “I feel like I’m missing something,” I said. “But not memories. It’s more like… there’s something buzzing under my skin and I can’t name it.”

His gaze darkened further as he took a step closer, the air between them crackling with tension. Isla’s heart pounded in her chest, the sound deafening in her ears. She swallowed, trying to steady herself. “I’m exactly where I want to be.” Dante’s smirk widened, but there was something darker in his expression now, something that made her pulse race with both fear and desire. “No, you’re not. You’re mine now, Bella. You belong to me.”

He may be our ticket out of here. Yet I was sick of being preyed upon by these lustful shifters. And the mate bond – I’d been marked, for love of the Goddess! – was making me increasingly reluctant to do anything I wouldn’t confess to Calvin afterwards. He would know if I gave myself to another and that wasn’t about to happen at all. I resolved to kill myself first. “Get me out of here, and I’ll think about it.” “Why don’t you give me a little incentive, baby?”

I wished to feel loved, cherished, and all the things and more. “Don’t push her,” Mason berated him. “Give her some space to breathe.” The moment their hands left my skin, all the warmth was sucked from the room like a cold rush of air had blown through. I shivered with disappointment. “What is happening to me?” My tremulous voice sounded broken and fragile. “It’s the mate bond strengthening,” Alex explained. “There’s nothing dirty or depraved about this way of life. You’re the center of our universe. The only opinions that matter are ours.”

"Dude, you've been training her for a month. The girl likes you. Why else would she drink that shit you make every morning? And no girl works out five days a week!" Christopher looked away. "Don't turn this into a game." He turned back to them with a cold look on his face. "This isn't a game." His heart was drumming in his chest and he was angry but unsure. Carlos stepped forward. "There is no bet. We're all routing for you, Beast. That's all. Just ask her out…or else." He looked at Carlos in confusion. The big man flexed his muscles. He was a foot shorter than Christopher. He looked at the other two guys. They were flexing their muscles, too.

Bessie said hurriedly leaving the room. "He hasn't accepted the fact that we are mates yet and I don't think he would, he is a philanderer." "Then you should make him accept it." Hannah suggested and I looked at her skeptically. "He feels it. I know he does. It happens to all mates. They feel the urge to always be with their mates and perhaps he is fighting it. It's called the effect of the mate bond. He is affected by your touch use it to your benefit." She replied thoughtfully.

Chapter 8 _____ Elijah I stormed out of the castle my control slipping as I rushed for the forest. I let out a growl, half me and half the beast within me. Fucking Mariah. She was messing with my mind, I had never felt such a need for another person as I have felt for her. It was supernatural. The feelings I had for her were unnatural. Her scent lingered around me and drove me mad as I tried to escape it. It was the smell of her innocence, a smell the seemed to multiply the second I touched her.