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Before I could find out more, Sanchez came back into the room. “That’s where I left it.” Relief filled his voice, then suspicion. He noticed I was a few feet from it. Narrowing his eyes at me, his voice rang sharply. “You didn’t read that, did you?” I had to feign ignorance, so I furrowed my brows while tilting my head. “What?” He pointed to the old tome with shaky fingers. “That book! That one right there. Did you touch it with your filthy, undeserving hands? If you did, you’ll be staying here longer to repent for the crime.”

Her hands must have been buried in heaps of fresh cilantro recently because after just those few moments of touching this book, she’d transferred the scent to it. Santiago suddenly remembered that he was standing on the sidewalk in front of the bookstore. He wondered if he looked insane standing in public and salivating over the smell of a book. So, he quickly made his way back to the car to wait for Tenny to return. In the sweltering heat of the car’s interior, the scent of Gabbi Connor intensified. He buried his nose in the book and inhaled deeply. He felt his cock harden immediately.

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Master Sanchez was furious at Thea's rebelliousness and exclaimed, "Don't act so noble. If you really are so noble, why do you cling to my Theo every day? And how can you give yourself a name that evokes imagination?" Thea's face turned pale and her body trembled. However, she gathered up the courage to argue with Master Sanchez, saying, "Mr. Sanchez, you have misunderstood. My name is Thea, but it has nothing to do with Master Theo. It is a name I use to remember a homeless child I once helped."

"Oh, really? Let's hear it then." His nose nearly brushed against mine, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of backing away and showing him I was intimidated. Dad always taught me to stand my ground, no matter who I was talking to. "She's the kind of woman who doesn't know how to have any fun. A prude. Someone so cold and stiff when you fuck her that your dick goes limp from pure dissatisfaction. I bet you're a virgin, little stepsis. You are, aren't you? I can tell by how you walk. You haven't been cracked yet. Hm? Tell me the truth. That cherry hasn't been popped yet, has it?"

Zaryn Vogt held back for a long time, then snorted coldly, "Ashley Sanchez, let's wait and see!" After speaking, she turned around and walked out of the bookstore with her staff. Ashley followed her to the door, "Miss Vogt, go slowly! Thank you for coming to the shop. In the future, I welcome you to come again for coffee, but if it's for today's matter, please turn around and find Morgan!" Seeing Zaryn Vogt's angry face, Ashley felt extremely relieved, she knew that Zaryn Vogt's coming was nothing good. But, does she really regard her as a soft persimmon?

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey everyone, thank you so much for reading and joining Selena on this intense journey. I know this chapter was tough, and I don’t take lightly the difficult situations Selena is facing. This scene is meant to show the true depth of her struggle, as she fights not just against Stephen’s overwhelming control, but against the emotional and psychological grip he has on her. It’s a moment of utter helplessness, and I wanted to portray how much of a prison her situation has become.

“What? You’re the one who always chooses the hard way out of everything! I thought I’d suggest the easy way for once.” I swat her arm, but a reluctant smile tugs at my lips. “You’re impossible.” “I know,” she says, still grinning. She leans over and grabs a worn, leather-bound book from the table, handing it to me. “That’s why I stole this for you. It’s about turning into a wolf naturally as a human, without being marked. I think it might help.” I take the book, running my fingers over its cracked cover, its weight unfamiliar but oddly comforting. “Thanks, but I’m not sure I want to become a wolf. Not yet.”

“Sanchez is planning something.” Alejandro’s amusement faded. “What?” “I don’t know,” Lorenzo admitted. “But he’s too calm. Too confident.” Alejandro’s jaw clenched. Sanchez always had a backup plan. And if Lorenzo was right, then they were running out of time. --- Sanchez’s Study – The Trap is Set Sanchez leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden desk. Everything was in place. He turned to the shadowy figure standing near the bookshelf.