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A voice, not her own but intimately familiar: They will call it a curse, but it was meant as mercy. Avery staggered back. Kael caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” “Someone like me,” she breathed. “Another Soulbound.” Kael’s expression hardened. “That’s impossible. The records—” “The records are lies,” she snapped, then stopped herself. Her voice trembled. “She was trying to contain it. The Vein. It broke apart because it refused her command.” Kael’s eyes flickered with disbelief, but his silence was telling — he didn’t argue.

But Camilla knew it wasn’t harmless at all. Her hands shook as she sat. She stared at the black letters, the clauses, the rules. One year. No intimacy. Appearances only. A business deal dressed up like a wedding. Adrian placed a pen on the table , beside her hand. His voice was calm, but it carried weight. “Read it. Carefully. I want you to understand everything.” Camilla’s chest tightened. Her eyes moved as she reads, but they blurred together. The only line that remained clear to her,was the one that promised her aunt’s medical bills would be paid in full.

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There was no one in the bed but she did not dare move from where she was standing. She did not know where she was and the bed may not even be hers. She did not want to risk death just for some simple mistake. In her mind, she knew not to leave the room but she did not know why. Instead, she moved her eyes from the bed to the rest of the room. Unlike the luxurious bed, the rest of the room was bare. There was only one oakwood table in the middle with a small china cup and a half-broken teapot. She moved her eyes back to the bed and saw red robes on it with a few small hairpins littering around. What they were for she strangely knew and yet this memory was not hers. Once again, she decided not

Emily had arrived by ten with a notebook, a laptop, and opinions she hadn’t been asked for yet but was going to share anyway. They had barely stopped talking since. “Okay so target market first,” Emily said, pulling her laptop closer. “Who are we building this for?” “Women in business. Mid-level, growing, need support systems and resources they’re not getting from the corporate structure.” Emily nodded slowly. “Consultancy?” “Partly. But I want it to be more than that. A platform. Resources, mentorship, connections—” “So a full ecosystem.” “Yes.” Emily sat back and looked at her. “Miri. This is actually good.”

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SITARA The priestess untied the bindings and handed it to Johan and I. Johan took it and put it in his pocket. “You may now seal your vows with a kiss.” Holding my hands in his, Johan lightly touched his lips to mine. It was like being struck by lightning. A trail of heat started from my lips and traveled straight to my core, leaving me to feel like I’ve just been branded. Johan must have felt something too because he pulled me closer, wrapping me up in his arms and deepened the kiss, leaving us both breathless.

She then examined Estelle's body first before she spoke, "Bring her to the cave. She's in a deep slumber and her body is weak. Estelle needs to rest until her energy comes back." Flora, Petal, and Cassia are shocked as Cassa knows the Lady's name they brought in their tribe. "H-how did you know her name?" Flora asked Cassa. Cassa elegantly glanced at Flora and then answers, "Leilani will tell you later. All I can give is She's supposed to be an Alpha... A Luna" Witches became interested in Estelle because this is the first they have seen an Alpha, especially a Luna which is very rare.

Then, he crushed my neck and turned it like it was an owl's head. … Oh God, this guy was crazy. My face was buried in the pillow, and the lack of air made breathing extremely difficult. This guy wasn't just unhinged. My heart was thumping crazily. "Babe…" I could sense his ragged breathing swirling around my ears, and then my whole body was covered in something sticky. It was probably Nathaniel's drool. 'Ew, gross,' I thought. Nathaniel pressed the back of my head, and his lips brushed against my neck. My soul was starting to quake. Wait a minute. If he was kissing my neck, why was there even more fluid drowning my body? If that wasn't his drool…