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The other. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, legs shaking. You gonna cum for me? “Almost. Almost!” Then she adds another finger. “FUCK!” I scream, gripping her head with both hands. I can’t tell if the wetness on her face is water or me. That’s when we both get a mindlink—from my mother. You two better get out of that damn shower! Ninety minutes until the ceremony and I still have to do your makeup and hair!

"Nicodra said he hopes to see you there. He said his Luna does as well." "And? That's it? They're just being nice, David!" He shakes his head as anger flashes on his face—a quiet, deadly anger that reminds me of the mafia men from those long movies my father would watch when he had the night off every once in a blue moon. My mother would try to watch them with him, but she would get bored—not enough romance to keep her engaged. "You're seeing things that aren't there," I tell him. "Nicodra has a mate. He has Aurora, and to suggest he wants other things is ridiculous."

I can see the courtyard with the large stone pillars, trailing vines and the sun rising above the large garden. There is Killian standing at the center of it, dressed up in his usual black, giving off the look of pure power. His arm is wrapped loosely around my mother's waist. She leans into him, laughing softly at something he says, her head resting against his shoulder as if it belongs there. I focus and strain to hear. "It will be beautiful," my mother says. "Everything that you do is beautiful, Darling," Killian whispers back. I can't help but I have to look at him, I keep looking at him no matter how much I try not to. I do try not to, but the bond drags my gaze back to him, over and ov

I took a shower and got dressed in something casual– a simple tank top and short before heading downstairs. When I headed downstairs, my mom was lying on the couch, watching N*****x with a cozy blanket wrapped around her legs. As soon as she heard footsteps, she perked up. “Honey, come watch TV with me” she said when she saw me, patting the cushion next to her. “I’m watching this cute romantic comedy. You’ll love it.” “Actually, I think I’m going to head out for a bit,” I said. “Maybe hit the beach.”

Because if he is bold enough to enter my space, to touch my life so intimately— Then he must believe he is untouchable. And that is his first mistake. The Other Me Marcus is still glowing with happiness when I return to the dining table. He still believes I did all this. The thought makes my stomach twist. As we eat, I notice something else. The way the table is set. It’s exactly how I would have done it. The plates. The wine glass. Even the damn napkins. Every small detail matches my habits. I grip my fork tighter.

It was the kind that made me forget all my worries especially since he was all I had after I lost my mother. “Rare gem wedding,” he smiled while wrapping his arms around my small, fragile, feminine body. “Your mother would be so proud and happy wherever she is currently.” I nodded into his chest, inhaling his strong scent in an attempt not to break down in tears at the memories of my late mother. He soon excused himself for duty calls, leaving me with no other option than to retire to bed. I watched as all the maids retreated one by one, leaving the room entirely blank except for the glorious view of my gown, which was the exact color of the moon.

"He wants the Hudsons to see the receipts. He wants them to know exactly where his mouth has been. It’s not a bruise; it’s a declaration of war. He wants Thaddeus to look at your neck and realize his father is eating the fruit he was too stupid to pick." By the time Flyn was done, I didn't recognize the woman in the mirror. I was draped in a gown of midnight-blue silk that fit like a second skin, with a neckline that dipped just low enough to frame the marks of my owner. My hair was swept up into a sleek, lethal bun. I looked cold. I looked expensive. "Go," Flyn whispered, satisfied. "He’s waiting in the hall." I stepped out into the grand hallway. The moon was setting, and the shadows were

The thought made my hands shake. Rosie spoke softly beside me. “Luna, this might be connected to everything happening now. Cordelia, Martha… it could all link back.” I nodded but kept my eyes on the woman. So many questions burned in my mind. Why would anyone want to kill my mother? Who gave the orders? Was my father involved after all? The woman kept muttering apologies, tears streaming down her wrinkled face. She looked truly tormented, like the weight of her actions had slowly destroyed her over the years.

Soon, Dad passed out, his face pale. But Mom was unaware of it. She seemed to be in a state of paranoia, thinking that she could only win back Dad's love by doing this. I sat on the bed, quietly feeling everything that happened. Until the end, I didn't make any calls for help. After all, it was nothing but karma. They got what they deserved. It was only when Mom snapped out of her mania that she hurriedly acted. Blood had dripped from the bed and formed a small puddle. When she stepped on it, she even stumbled from the slipperiness.