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Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

A woman with red wild hair and green eyes in an embrace with a man with shoulder length hair and chocolate brown eyes. UNDER MY SKIN….. The book was about an impossible love story. A broken heart leading to some very serious situation. An unhealthy relationship between a vampire and a woman. It was about soul mates. Vera loved the sound of it and so, she quickly opened the book and began reading. CHAPTER ONE….

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He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

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I gasped, but his mouth slammed down onto mine before I could finish the sentence. He kicked the car door shut behind us with his heel, carrying me up the front steps while kissing me with a fierce, frantic intensity. The front doors swung open, and we rushed into the main building. We didn't bother turning on the lights or stopping before heading upstairs to the master suite. We barely made it past his bedroom doorway before Callan started pulling me closer, his hands already moving over me. The moment we stepped fully into his big bedroom, Callan didn't wait even one second. His big hands grabbed my sweater, ripping it over my head and throwing it right onto the floor.

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Eugenia’s POV Dawn came gray and heavy through the windows, the kind of morning that promised rain. I lay still beneath Adrian's arm, my body sore in ways that felt almost sacred. Every bruise, every bite, every raw place where his skin had pressed into mine told a story I wasn't ready to end. But the light creeping across the floorboards reminded me that the world outside these walls still turned, still schemed, still sharpened its knives.

“You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.” I glanced down at the old book I’d found—the one filled with legends and dark tales of Blackthorn Ridge. It was still lying open on the table, the pages worn and yellowed with age. My eyes skimmed over the words, searching for something I might have missed, but the stories were all the same: packs of wolves, rituals, blood magic. All things that felt a little too close to what Lucian had warned me about.

The air I breathe is laced with his scent, and despite his closeness, the intensity swelling in my chest feels like a void I cannot fill. Shadow is here, right beside me, and yet the weight of something greater than the two of us hovers between us, refusing to let me rest. Every kiss, every brush of his skin against mine is both a promise and a curse. The desire burning between us is undeniable, but with it come the ghosts—shadows of what we’ve done, of what we’re willing to do.