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My mind drifted immediately back to Blake's face in the steam. I closed the book again. I take the phone and scroll the website to order some items. A smirk appeared on my face after looking into those. I add to cart: 4 long ropes to restrain, a cock ring with vibrator, a cock vibrator, and a male stroker. Tonight. Ten thirty. Baby Silver, I thought, looking at the quiet library ceiling with its old stone and its indifferent quiet. You will understand everything tonight.

But he found, as with everything else, if you had enough money, nothing was impossible. He’d chosen bronze because he loved the contrast of the golden metal against Josie’s fair skin and it matched well with the golden streaks in her hair. But the stones, he’d been adamant that they match her eyes. Aquamarines, rarely found on the market, were embedded in the metal, creating a dazzling jeweled choker that would look stunning against her skin and provide a perfect accompaniment to her gorgeous eyes.

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I and Sean walked into my office to sit down and get a good look at the book my father had given to us. Since Sean was here, I decided to read it out for both of us to hear at the same time, to save time. "THE SOULBOUND LOCKET", was the title of the book and when we opened it, there was a drawing of the Locket. It was ancient from the looks of things as expected and an ornate piece that was crafted with ethereal silver. To add it up the Locket was adorned with enchanting gemstones.

The beta woman stood behind the counter, a metal tool in her hands as she bent thin metal into loops, making what seemed like a pendent. “Good morning, Pack Alpha.” She bowed down, a nervous smile on her face. “Good morning. These are beautiful; do you make them yourself?" I looked over the displayed jewellery, silver or gold chains decorated with pendants of varying types and colours. “Yes, my lord. My mate finds pearls and rare stones and gems from the sea. Every piece here is unique that way." The older woman smiled proudly, crinkles forming around the corner of her eyes. Leaning forward, I peered at the different pieces, finding many pearl items, pendants made of thin slices of gold, or

Katniss teased with a smirk. “This is a Puccini Bracelet made with real gold. The jewels are real too. It’s a highly expensive jewelry. Your friends would forever be jealous.” Katniss explained smugly and winked as the lady marveled at the piece of jewelry. Clara then picked it up and examined it keenly with a beaming smile. “So?...” Katniss said and leaned against the countertop with a sly smile and Clara paused her marvels and looked at her then Katniss flashed her brows at her.

Inside, nestled delicately against the soft interior, lay the chain necklace they had bought earlier at the mall. But there was more. Alongside the necklace was a beautiful white gold ring, its intricate design shimmering under the soft light. The band was adorned with tiny diamonds, their sparkle reflecting the emotions flooding through Isla. The ring was a symbol of something deeper, something that transcended material possessions—it was a promise.

Ben returned, sitting cross-legged opposite Maureen. [When else? While sleep is being neglected while designing new teams and starting project wars]. Maureen shook her head, more interested in the turquoise blue box in Ben's hand. Its luxurious velvet lining belied the price of a leading world-class jewelry brand. "What's this?" Maureen's hand cupped the box that had been removed from the plastic wrapper. Ben squatted down in front of Maureen, pulled out the drawer-like box and revealed a glittering object of swarovski crystal beads that formed a neck bridle on the surface of a white gold chain with leather straps at the ends.

It spilled down her back in wet waves, still damp from the shower, contrasting sharply against her pale skin. She reached up for a mug, the shirt riding higher, and I nearly growled aloud. I kissed the top of her head, muttered a lie about pack business, and got out before I dragged her back to bed. The mall was too bright, too loud, but I had a mission. First, the jeweler. The necklace stopped me cold: white gold chain, delicate yet strong. A heart-shaped diamond, flawless, suspended in open filigree. The saleswoman explained the Eternal Bond collection—how the setting held a hidden chamber for something personal. Hair, ashes, perfume… or blood.

I give her a sympathetic nod and invite her to show me what jewelry she wants, leaving my cousin's intrusion in the past. Melek chooses a bohemian-style bracelet, with flowers that are inlaid with sapphires, in my opinion, it's the simplest thing in the whole store, just as she is, simple, but spectacular, anyone who sees her would be caught before her beauty. However, I decided to look for something on my own. I find a beautiful anklet that matches perfectly with what she has chosen, I ask the woman running the place to wrap it for me, and I pay for everything before heading to my fiancée's side.

Street vendors sold jewelry, wooden carvings, candles that smelled like rain. At one stall, I lingered over a silver necklace—a crescent moon wrapped in vines, delicate and beautiful. “Like it?” Jackson murmured in my ear. “It’s gorgeous, but—” He already had his wallet out. “Jackson!” He grinned, unashamed. “Let me spoil you.” His fingers brushed my neck as he fastened the clasp. “I like making you smile.” The metal felt cool, but his touch burned. Next was a tiny bookstore that smelled like old paper. I watched Jackson run his fingers over the book spines, his expression serious, almost tender.