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“No. “ I cut in and hang up. I drive to the place blindly. I go there and sit at one of the nice tables in the corner. The waitresses keep smiling at me- I don’t know if it’s because they recognize me or whatever, but this starts to get on my nerves. I order a whisky, not caring what time of the day it is. I down it and order another. I have no idea what’s happened and what Violet has seen, but judging by her reaction, it’s something she’s seen somewhere. I don’t check the news or Anastasia’s page, because if I see something I don’t like there, things will get worse. So I wait, drinking and considering a cigarette. Anastasia comes to the restaurant, wearing a thin, white dress and high- hee

“Guest or not—you’re leaving my pack today.” Without warning, Anastasia kneed me in the gut. I stumbled back, hitting the floor as if struck by a damn tree trunk. Damn… she’s strong. Not like a werewolf. More like… a witch. I looked up, eyes widening as I caught a glimpse—her pupils had shifted color. From red to white, just for a flash. What the hell? “Keep your hands to yourself, Cedric,” she growled, then laughed again—like the unhinged psychopath she truly was.

“Hey , are you trying to mark me already ? “ she whispered while her eyes glistened with curiosity in the peak of the night. “It’s getting cold Princess, time to go home” I coughed out loud before picking her up, which is a very bad idea because her bare and soft body was gliding on my skin, making my little man down there get too excited. “Do you have a mate ?” Anastasia asked me out of the blue,her voice sounding curious and my hands went stiff around her. Damn it, I have gotten so distracted with Annabelle that I completely forgot about Zara.

She stepped between them. Anastasia, barely upright, her silver hair whipped by the wind, her skin pale with the toll of their bond. She was still recovering from the trial in Elaris, from the truth they’d uncovered… and from the knowledge blooming quietly inside her fragile, terrifying, and full of light. “Don’t,” Kaleb hissed. “He doesn’t know you right now. He’ll kill you” But she didn’t listen. Instead, she walked straight into the path of a monster.

When I was turning my back in fear when they called me and I was pushed by someone. A bright light fell on me, I stumbled over my feet, quickly regaining my composure without falling to the ground, I looked at what looked like a bar. Even with some tables spread around, men of great power, I even recognized an imposing lawyer who had already appeared on television. - Now, introducing, Anastasia is a 22-year-old Turkish girl. All this was happening while the man started talking as I passed behind him. from him. He showed me, with me parading, while the other men were watching that series of other women.

Smiling faintly, I reached out to take it. My hand had barely touched it when someone snatched it right out of my grasp. “I’ll take this,” a familiar voice said smoothly, filled with venom. I turned slightly, and there she was—Anastasia. She stood before me in a tight red dress and high heels, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she observed the shirt. “Mom, this will look good on James, right?” Anastasia said sweetly, turning to the elderly woman beside her. She didn’t even care that she’d just snatched it from my hand.

The one who hadn’t looked at me like I was his universe unraveling. I turned sharply. Ezekiel’s smile was still there, but it had now faltered a little bit. He didn't look surprised; in fact, it looked like he was already ready for it. No no no no no. This couldn’t be right. The wrong twin and the wrong mate. My wolf whimpered inside me. “I…” I tried to speak. “There must be a mistake….” “Anastasia,” my mother whispered sharply behind me, her voice like ice slicing flesh. “Smile.”

Behind her, she was held by one of the deltas as she fought. “Let me go!” The little wolf squirmed, tiny fists working at the pockets of the maid’s hands. “I want my mama. I don’t like being here.” The sight of her, small, furious, utterly incorruptible, made something beneath my ribs clench. Bianca was there in the doorway, cheeks flushed, eyes frantic. Her voice was thin, almost hysterical. “Riley… no, not Riley… Anastasia? How…? What have you done? Have you lost your mind?”

“Maybe I don’t want to get fucked by a stranger at a party I don’t even want to be at.” “That’s fair. So, let me ask you: what if you were home in a warm bed? Would it change anything?” “No.” “Woman!” I exclaimed, noticing some nearby guests glance at us oddly. I offered them a small smile, and they turned away before I focused back on Anastasia. She had her arms crossed in front of her, pushing her wonderful breasts together. It distracted me, especially since her dress showcased her cleavage so clearly. Ana noticed where my eyes went and looked down, quickly lowering her arms. I shook my head, trying to regain my focus before I met her eyes, and she stubbornly held mine. Only my queen coul

“Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.” When she looked at him, she noticed the look in his eyes; it reminded her of what had happened thirteen years before. She could smell it, see it, and hear it. That's exactly how she was when he and his gang defiled her over and over until she was nothing more than a lump of human meat. “You can go back to work now; I have appointments to keep,” she said, dismissing him as well. She watched him walk away, an