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‎The bedroom was soaked in shadows, the flickering light of a dying candle casting long shapes on the walls. The air was thick—humid with anticipation, with the primal scent of sweat, leather, heat and Kane—a blend if smoke, cedar and citrus. ‎Kane stood in the doorway like a storm about to break, his chest rising slowly, then stilling when his eyes found her. ‎ ‎Castelle. ‎Bound. Bare. Brilliant. ‎

I then started taking off his clothes. Writer's POV As Kira takes off Keith's clothes, Catherina felt really restless in Derek's house. She's been left alone and had nothing to do. She was still thinking of how she got out of her house when clearly she fainted in the house. She also wondered how and why her scream could make Kenn get injured like that. She didn't know if Derek had the answer, she only felt it was nice to ask. She also wanted to ask her if he would send her out of his house soon. She really didn't want to go back to that house where no one cared about her. Where her existence didn't matter. Where she was treated like rag. She felt it was safer here. She had this strong feelin

Their lives were what kept her pushing forward and why she was here today. She pulled file folders out of drawers, flipping them open and snapping pictures. Luke was after something specific, but he wasn't confiding the details. At this rate she'd take whatever she could find. Deep down she knew she was doomed. Cane was one of the last decent humans on the planet, and she was going to screw him over to save her own skin.

“Really?” His gaze flickered. His lips moved, but in the end he neither lied nor told the truth. “Where did you put them?” I instantly understood—the papers were definitely here! “I skimmed a few pages. It looked pretty good. Let me finish reading it and I’ll give it back to you, okay?” Kane tried to negotiate. I shook my head and held out my hand. “I want to read it now.” Kane frowned and didn’t move. His strange behavior only made me more curious about what exactly was written in that self-printed novel.

Lena POV: --- The dream made no sense at all. Cane was at one end of the hallway, standing there with rain-soaked clothes and his hand reaching out toward me. His eyes were agitated, filled with a mix of pleading, anger, and desperation. I could feel Dominic behind me. He was silent and still, not touching me, but close enough that I could feel his warmth radiating toward me. “Come with me,” Cane urged. “You don’t belong in this place.”

ADORA’S P.O.V “You’re my wife, and it’s your duty to serve me in bed,” El Cana said, his voice was calm, just as usual, but it was filled with something that made my skin crawl. He sat back in his chair, with one leg crossed over the other, as if we were having a normal conversation. His eyes trailed over me carelessly, and then he added, “I must compliment you, though… You have a really nice body.”

he got up from the couch across his office and made his way to the inner room, beckoning on to Vanessa who followed behind silently. Cainan reached to the third layer of the Mahogany shelf and pulled out the hard-covered brown book. He handed it over to her and she took and glanced at it with an impressed look on her face. “You’re a man of your word. So did you read it?” “Honestly? I didn’t. But in my defence, I’m barely catching up with all my appointments as it is. A murderer would be impossible.” They both laughed hard, and she clutched down on her stomach.

She quickly spun, and was surprised at what she saw. Approaching her slowly, just feet away, was a wolf pup. Its fur was all white, except for a single streak of gray running down its forehead and back. What struck Caitlin most was its eyes: they stared back at Caitlin as if it knew her. What’s more: they were the same eyes as Rose. Caleb felt her heart pounding. She felt as if Rose had come back from the dead, had been reincarnated in some other animal. That expression, that face. The fur color was different, but otherwise, this could have been Rose reborn.

But somehow I couldn't breathe. Cane lay beside me, already asleep, his breath was slow and even. He drank himself to stupor and fell asleep before I knew it. He looked so peaceful, so certain. Like a man who believed the war had been won and buried. But I knew better. He didn't end up marking me in private like he promised but I could blame that on his drunken state. My wolf was not happy about that and it took a lot of effort to calm her. And as the night deepened, I slipped into a sleep that did not comfort me. Instead it haunted me.

The kind of look one would give a stranger on the street—no love, no hate, nothing at all. At last, he understood. He had lost me forever. Months later, I read in the news that Joe's university was embroiled in an academic scandal. Ivy's family was implicated too, and their empire crumbled into bankruptcy. Sasha called, gossiping that Joe could not withstand the blow and had gone mad. Meanwhile, my Rebirth series won the International Art Gold Award of the year. When I heard the news, Nathan came out of the studio, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.