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A muscle in his jaws ticked at the thought of watching Sophia unhook his pants and pull his already needy cock out of its bondage and be nothing but the good girl he desired. A vein in his tempo tightened and desires rasped their fungs at him as he drowned in the webs of desire. A knock came in on his door and he tore his eyes away from his already bulging cock. His eyes lingered on the door for some seconds before he finally gave a curt reply. “Come in.” The door opened and Martin walked in stopping an inch away from the door. “Boss.” He bowed. “Some Doctor Sophia. Lady is here to see you.” Warmth of jubilation flushed within Dante’s stomach but he shut it immediately. “Send her in,” he com

If her mate makes a point of his bad ass warrior mate having scars he’s mine. “I’d never thought you were that vicious Liberty,” Madeline laughs. “Should I be scared of her?” Martin asks entering the room holding Madeline’s bag, “I brought your stuff because WE’RE TAKING YOU HOME!” Madeline gets out of bed to hug Martin. As I watch them Maverick nudges me, “If you’d ask me neither are going to find their fated mate they belong together.” “Yeah I’m thinking the same, but give them time.”

Pain exploded through my cheek, but I refused to let him see the tears pooling in my eyes. “You’re going to regret that.” His voice dropped, low and dangerous. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Raphael isn’t untouchable. He’s just a man, Martha. And men bleed.” I tried to jerk away, but his grip tightened. “You know what the best part is?” Martin leaned closer, his voice dripping venom. “When Raphael finally finds this place, it’ll be too late. He’ll get to pick up what’s left of you—and when I’m done with him, there won’t be enough left to bury.”

"Actually, my dear. Come in." I swallowed hard as he stepped away from the door, his eyes holding a silent demand. I pushed my feet to walk despite the nervous cowering of my wolf, and I walked past him. He closed the door behind us, then walked past where I had stood, my confidence drained too low for me to actually make it all the way in. "Margarita?" I swallowed. "My wolf does not like it." He raised a brow, but smiled. "What does she like then?"

Promises to find my mate, to rewrite my destiny. Little did I know that the wheels of fate had already been set in motion and that salvation was waiting just beyond the horizon. In the darkest moments, a glimmer of hope emerged, a flickering light that would lead me to Alec Kingman, the enigmatic alpha king whose path would intertwine with mine in ways I could never have foreseen. Days turned into weeks, and the relentless cycle of torment continued unabated. One night, as I huddled in my corner, nursing my wounds, the creaking of the cell door drew my attention. My heart skipped a beat as a figure stepped into the dimly lit room.

I'd had enough for one night. My plans encountered a bump when I found the devil in black leaning against the wall beside the 'forbidden room,' his hands casually tucked into his pockets like sin personified. He didn't finish his buttons, leaving enough to reveal his 'ugly' chest. That is, if we were calling cute tattooed chest ugly now. Being away from the room gave my mind enough clarity to 'really' think of who he was. Marshall Domayne. The one I swore I'd never forgive.

"You’ll only be underfoot." "I am stayng," Demetrius said, his voice dropping into that dangerous growl he used for enemies. "I am not leaving her." "Then sit there and keep your mouth shut," Martha snapped. The next few hours were filled with so much pain. I didn't know time could move so slowly. Every few minutes, the world would narrow down to just the pressure in my spine and the need to scream. I didn't scream, though. I just bit my lip until I tasted blood.

Don Martin kissed Ana again, almost unable to keep up with her kiss due to the pain and Ana’s soft moans. Martin quickened the pace of his fingers, making Ana squirm even more until she reached her climax. The girl lay breathless on the bed, glaring at Martin, who innocently looked back at her. The young man just grinned at her as he removed his belt. Ana’s eyes widened again as she saw his large manhood. Martin took a condom and opened it with a grin before putting it on his manhood. “It will hurt you, but I’ll make you moan,” Martin said with a grin as he carefully entered Ana, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Giovanni, darling, you shouldn’t exert yourself. Your wound, it needs my attention. Let Tristan finish with Dmitri, and I can—” I knew Martina had ulterior motives, not for the first time. She just wanted to be bedded again by me, to reclaim a phantom intimacy that had never truly existed. It was the same desperate, pathetic desperation I'd seen in Zmeika Mordvinov, the resident doctor I’d had fired months ago for trying to drug me when Tristan had, for a brief, terrifying period, escaped my grasp. After that, both of them clung to me like desperate barnacles, trying to lure me back into their beds, mistaking a momentary lapse in judgment for genuine interest. It was infuriating. With a sna

Chapter 6 Bond Ignition POV: Adelina McKenna They say the mate bond feels like gravity. What they don’t tell you is that it doesn’t just pull it burns. I couldn’t sleep that night. Not because the room was unfamiliar, or because the air was thinner this high in the mountains, or even because the entire Silver Fang pack had just stared at me like I was an infected wound. No, sleep was impossible for one reason: Daxon Reyes. His scent still clung to my skin. Cedar smoke, sharp steel, and something electric like rain right before a storm. His gaze still haunted me, echoing in my skull like a song I couldn’t forget. And that moment the second our eyes locked had carved itself into me like a bran