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Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close. "Can I have your number?" "Sure," Raven told him her digits and he saved it. "Talk to you later." Roman winked at her as he went out and when she looked next to him she found Damien watching her. He didn't say anything to her as he also walked out after Roman Early access to chapters: www.patreon.com/taniashava

she said, as she walked out of the dinner room, feeling disappointed. She trailed to his room, her face in a deep frown. She just couldn't understand how Damien was able to ignore his mate's mind so well, he was not affected by anything that happened to her. Furthermore, she finally reached his room. The dim light of the hallway reflected on the dark marron door, which was also designed in the Victorian style.

This penthouse is almost 5 to 6 hours away from knights mansion. Damon: Missed me wifey. Wishing to leave me how naive of you love. Only the demon decides who will enter his hell and who will leave it. And this time he decided to keep you princess. Forever. _______________________________________

They were up to something. The silence broke again when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Dami appeared at the top landing, dressed casually but effortlessly stunning in tight jeans, a loose white shirt tucked in, her hair falling freely down her shoulders. For a second, the whole room stilled. Rhea raised a curious brow. “You’re not going to work?” “I am,” Dami said. “but I won’t stay long. I have a date with Doman later.” The air shifted immediately. Alexa groaned. Rhea rolled her eyes. Sophia did the same. I said nothing.

“And when that happens, I remind them that Kalti Brown doesn't actually exist, so why should it be so surprising if I invented some others? details? Damien received some more laughter. Then he pointed to a woman of middle aged with curly brown hair. “I've read your first two books,” she said, “and Kalti has dated a few women, but never took anything seriously. When is he going to have a real romance? "So do we," he paused, seeing the woman frown in puzzlement. — When you find the right person. What could very well be in the next book he'd started, when he got back to

Pinning his men with a fierce glare, he clenched his jaw before sneering in a lethal voice. "Emmaline Richard Dawson is my mate. You must accept her whether you like it or not. It's a fucking order. I don't care what was our past and where her roots originated. All I simply care about is that I won't fucking tolerate any callous behavior or negligence toward my Luna. She will be joining us soon so I expect you to organize a grand welcome for her. And..." Damien stopped and looked at Xander. His mouth turned dry when he noticed red streaks covering his gray orbs which looked extremely frightening.

Damien pulled my hand and pushed me outside, banging the door at my face. I stood outside the door soaked in my own shame. I kept banging but he wouldn't let me in. I got back to my apartment and tried everything possible to get Damien. I made an appointment with my surgeon and made plans to get my boobs done. The blonde’s breasts were bigger than mine, I knew what was his spec now. A month later, I returned but Damien had moved out. I later found out he was a big hit now. Damien was a bag of money in Cabin City.

Damien As I walked out of the room, her scent clung to me like a haunting melody, weaving through every breath I took. It was intoxicating—the touch of her sweet cunt, her maddening essence that lingered on my skin, in my lungs, in my head. Her taste, the way her lips, soft and plump, were pleading to be devoured. Her breathless whispers, her delicate body trembling under my touch—it was all too much. And yet, somehow, I’d found the strength to pull away.

Chapter 1 CLARA “I, Damien Storm, reject you, Clara Wren, as my mate.” The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. I staggered backward, my hand flying to my chest where the mate bond I’d felt for barely five minutes—snapped with a pain so excruciating I thought I might die. “No,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “Damien, please—” “Please what?” His lip curled in disgust, those grey eyes I’d gazed into with such adoration now looking at me like I was something he’d scraped off his shoe. “Please pretend this is anything other than the Moon Goddess’s sick joke?”

“Healing. Physically.” Damien didn’t look up at first. Kept his eyes on the screen, fingers hovering over the mouse. “Where?” “Remote coastal town. Small house overlooking the bay. No internet most days. No phone signal half the time. He asked for silence—complete silence.” Damien’s hand tightened on the mouse until the plastic creaked. The chain in his pocket felt suddenly heavier, the metal digging into his palm. “He left the chain,” Elena continued softly, stepping closer to the desk. “He’ll come back for it. For you.”