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Chapter 34 *Few Days After* Anastasia's POV. I went to Tristan's house during the Weekend. He said that was the day we were going to sign the contract. I already packed my luggage, since he told me that we were going to resume on that particular day. I was prepared for whatever he had in ground for me. I knew he was going to help me in any way that he could. I walked into his house, and the first person was the guy I saw that day. He hadn't even changed his passcode. I didn't bother to ring the bell, since I entered using his passcode.

I whispered, casting a spell to ensure that not even the faintest sound would escape the confines of my chamber. … As the sun painted the sky with hues of gold, Anastasia defied her instinct to escape and instead sought solace in my embrace. With a mischievous grin adorning her face, she playfully etched her thoughts onto my chest, her delicate fingers leaving a trail of secrets. "Darling," she whispered. I coughed, caught off guard by her sudden boldness. "What?!" Anastasia pouted, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Easy there," I cautioned.

I press on, "You see, Dwight, we both have our doubts, our insecurities. And perhaps, in acknowledging them, we can find a way to ensure that our mates remain loyal to us, no matter what." Dwight's gaze drop to the ground as he tucks in his hands inside his coat’s pockets. As the weight of our words poised on the precipice of revelation, the stillness of the night is shattered by the sound of footsteps approaching. Anastasia emerges from the mansion's entrance, her presence casting a sudden spell of interruption over the scene. Carrying a thick folder cradled in her arms, Anastasia makes her way toward us, her gaze downward. She only lifts her gaze when she talks to me."Yvanna, I'll be borro

“You’ve thought this through way too much.” "Because it’s a great plan!" Anastasia waves her hand around like she’s presenting a chart. “Think about it. Hot escape. Forbidden romance. A dash of rebellion. And you know Alexei, you can rely on me to take care of some angry wolves. You enjoy your story, while I will enjoy some action." She smirks proudly.

Her blood boiled, jealousy twisting her features into a mask of fury. As the echo of their footsteps faded down the stairs, Anastasia darted forward, her gown's train snagging briefly on the carpet. She burst into the room uninvited, eyes wild, scanning the vanity. The ashtray smoldered, flames still licking the edges of the half-burned file—salvageable, if she acted fast. "No," she hissed through clenched teeth, lunging for the crystal dish. Her manicured fingers plunged into the ash, ignoring the sting of heat as she snatched the charred remnants. Pages blackened but intact in the center fluttered free: key clauses, signatures, dates—enough to unravel everything.

“And she wanted photographs of her with Lycan Prince Enzo. Every moment they were together.” My stomach churns. Anastasia has been tracking me for three weeks. Watching me, photographing me, cataloging my every move. Planning something. “Did she say why?” Enzo’s voice could cut glass. “No. But…” The man hesitates again. “But what?” “But she asked me if I knew anyone who could do ‘wet work.’ That’s what she called it. Wet work.” The room goes completely silent. Wet work. The kind of work that gets people killed.

"I'm talking about serious stuff, who dares to disturb me? Anastacia, I was polite to you in the past because I wanted to give you some face, but don't really think that you're some impressive person. Do you think that because you endorse La Novela perfume, you can really compete with me? Clearly, Natalia had vaguely heard the news about Anna going against her in the class. However, Anna was really too lazy to play such games with Natalia or get into an argument with a stupid person like her, and suddenly grabbed Natalia’s shoulder, pulling her aside. Natalia could not even avoid it, and was pulled aside like a little chick, and could only watch as Anna walked out. Too arrogant! "Anastacia,

Anastasia flashed an assuring smile at Camilla. Anastasia flinched as I cleaned the wounds with spirits, I wrapped them up with a band aid and she immediately removed her hand, I suddenly missed the feel of her soft warm hands. " Since your daddy is here, I should leave now" " Please don't leave, you haven't told me the story " Anastasia sighed as she patted Camilla's hair. " Alright, Principessa, but you have to sleep once I'm done with the story" " Yayy!"

The loud thumps of my heartbeat in my ears turned into a silent noise as the darkness behind my eyes turned into light. So white. So quiet. No pain. But then I heard it. From far away. A voice. Rich, powerful and… devastated. “Anastasia.” “Anastasia!” “ANASTASIA!” The commanding timbre of the sound tore me back out of the light. Honestly, it irritated me because that slight moment of peace was what I had been yearning for for so long. “Anastasia! Talk to me, baby!” I groaned, everything inside me burning, every ache returning in my body.

“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.