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he said. She stepped in, letting the quiet settle over her. “It’s… beautiful.” He watched her trail her fingers along the spines of books. “You read all of these?” she asked. He nodded. “Looking for something.” “Answers?” “Or stories where the monster wins.” She turned to him. “You think you’re the monster?” “I know I am.” Silence. Then softly—“Monsters don’t make pasta and build libraries.” Damien’s lips twitched. “They do… when they want to keep their prey comfortable.”

I pull back like nothing happened, like my heart isn’t slamming against my ribs, like I didn’t just light a match and toss it between us. “Because Elara Hale is a gambling addict,” I say calmly. “But that’s not respectable enough for her circle, so she does it in auction houses instead. She tells herself it’s different while she burns millions on things she doesn’t even want—” Damien cuts me off. His mouth crashes into mine hard enough to steal the breath from my lungs. I gasp as his hand grips the roof of the car and he leans in, deep, demanding, pressing my cheek with brutal precision.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance

Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

my wolf growled inside me again, louder, demanding. Damien froze mid-thrust then slammed in deeper, like he’d heard it too. His eyes flashed gold, glowing in the dark room. “Fuck, mate?” he rasped, voice breaking with shock and hunger. “Is that what you are? My fucking mate?” He flipped me over in one brutal move, my back hitting the boxes, legs wrapping around his waist as he thrust back in, deeper, harder, his knot already swelling at the base. His mouth crashed down on mine, teeth clashing, tongue invading like he was claiming every inch of me. I kissed back desperately, nails raking down his back, drawing blood that only made him fuck me wilder.

“I can still take all of you. Bend me over this table right now and claim me, fill me with your cum. Make me your Luna, that little girl could never satisfy a real Alpha like you.” Damien’s breathing grew heavy. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing it as his cock throbbed in her skilled hand. For a dangerous moment, the temptation nearly overpowered him. His wolf surged forward, hungry after days of emotional turmoil with Monalisa. Just as he gripped her hip harder, the door creaked open.

The lodge doors burst open, letting out a wave of warmth, laughter—and her. Sebastian froze. She walked out like she owned the snow beneath her boots. Long dark hair spilled from a wool hat, her coat cinched at the waist, confidence in every step. She was beautiful in a way that felt intentional. Dangerous. Her eyes scanned the area sharply, calculating exits. Sebastian’s hand twitched toward a gun that wasn’t there. Because he knew her. Nyra Valen. Mafia queen. Strategist. His biggest rival. And apparently… a Christmas tourist.

“I… I don’t know exactly. It was so fast. But there was a circle of stones. Old. Moss-covered. And I was chained… on a table. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t scream. And there were shadows… people watching. And someone in the back, wearing… gods, Damon, it was like a crown made of bones.” I felt his body go still. “His eyes,” I whispered, voice breaking. “They were silver. But not like yours. They were empty. Hungry.” He tightened his arms around me so hard it almost hurt. But I didn’t flinch. I needed it. Needed him to ground me before I dissolved into the memory. “It wasn’t just a nightmare,” I continued, staring at the floor. “I felt it. Like a memory from the future.” Damon’s breath came out i

May wakes up the following day in her warm bed. She sat and rubbed her eyes while the sunlight bathed the room. After freshening up, she leaves. “ So you're saying that dark matter is an actual creature, that wants to destroy the whole world or something? ” Stacey asks when May concluded her story as they head to the dining. “ I dunno what is it it wants, but it just fills you with hate and revenge. Making you feel like that's the only thing in the world that you need. ”