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the madame said. Camilla smiled, it seemed she had gotten her ally. The madame would be very useful to her, she thought to herself. "thank you, I will keep that in mind" she told the madame. "Now, I am sure you came in here for breakfast, come and have a seat, I will serve you breakfast" she told Camilla. "Thank you" Camilla said as she sat down and prepared to have her breakfast. ……….. Camilla was sitting on Dante's bed reading a book, she was bored out of her mind. She wished she could be anywhere but in this room.

He furrowed his brows in confusion. >>>>>>>>>>>>>> From the Author: Hello guys, it's the Author, The story is gradually becoming intense, why did you think Damion, Damon demon's name pull him towards the scene. If you failed to read the Synopsis of the story, please read again. "Unending mysteries" Ever heard of Dark Romance?

Samara “Your mother was in White Cliffs?” Damien's dark eyes lock on mine and I try to ignore how much I wanted him to kiss me. To feel his lips on mine now. To lift me up on the counter behind me. ‘Make the first move.’ Dakota cheers me on

“Fifteen. Her name’s Nova Camille Lawson. Black curls like her mama’s. Eyes too wide, always full of questions. Reads too much. Loves poetry, even when she pretends not to. Smart—scary smart. If you ever meet her… don’t hurt her. Protect her. Please.” Damian didn’t answer. Couldn’t. But something in him shifted that night. A vow, quiet and burning. The next day, the man was gone, no body, no explanation, Just gone. And Damian never stopped wondering if that night, their last, had made him an accomplice or a witness.

The library wing of Damien’s mansion was dimly lit by moonlight streaming through tall arched windows. Bookshelves towered around us like silent witnesses. Damien had cleared a wide space on the thick Persian rug in the center of the room. “Tonight we write the breeding sequence for Chapter Seven,” he said, voice low and rough with anticipation. “I’ve outlined the scene. You will narrate every sensation in real time while I fuck you. Be as explicit as possible. Your words become the prose.”

There was something calming about this. The rain soon got too heavy to drive in and Damien had to find us somewhere to wait out the downpour. It was a small barn built a distance from a farm. There weren't any animals here and it seemed the place had been abandoned a long time ago. Damien and I stood outside the entrance of the barn and watched the rain. Damien would turn to occasionally look at me, his eyes holding an emotion I couldn't read. At one point he didn't bother looking away from my face, and to my embarrassment I seemed to be liking the attention a little too much. ' Damn Emelia, I was just attention starved '

Then why did Damien take me as his mate? “Read, you idiot. I don’t know about you, but I am the most beautiful wolf on the earth.” My wolf said and show me the image of her twirling like a princess if it’s possible, hearts were bubbling everywhere, and I raise my block this time. This wolf can’t get over herself and I didn’t want any distractions at this moment. I opened and turned to the next page and here she has started writing. It was showing the date of some day three years back.

The Union of Alpha Damien Ravenscar and Luna Katniss Ashbourne. My stomach twisted in a violent wave of nausea. I picked up the card, my fingers tightening around the thick paper until it crumpled completely in my fist. The memory of Damien holding that second blade, watching me drown in my own blood while his fated mate laughed, burned behind my eyelids.

【Can you see it? He's bored of you. I'm the one he really loves. If you have any dignity left, walk away and hand over the Luna title.】 【If it weren't for you, Damien would've had his mating ceremony with me by now. Bitch! You're the one who's stopping me from becoming Luna! Go die!】 I ignored Vivian's barrage of messages — petty little games weren't worth my attention — and sent a mind-link to my father, the Alpha of Northwind Pack.

Damian Alpha Houston's question echoed in my mind, haunting me as I stood outside my door. Was she my mate? Abby... the girl who had captivated me with a single glance, the one that I barely knew and yet couldn't shake from my thoughts. I needed answers, but I didn't have them. "Damian," I muttered to myself, "you're losing your mind over a girl you just met." I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts, but it was futile; her image was burned into my brain like a tattoo.