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“Is that what you want, Tatiana?” I smiled, teeth just grazing his bottom lip. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He laughed softly and pulled me tighter against him. “Then it’s yours.” He didn’t know. Not yet. He didn’t know that his slaughter was opening a door. That I wasn’t seeking life, I was seeking return. One for revenge, for anger and anguish. But Dorian’s silence haunted me more than death ever could. And until he answered my call… I would keep using Giovanni’s hands to tear the veil apart.

“They will answer for what they did regardless of where they run to.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on them.” Darius said, his teeth showing in something that wasn’t quite a smile. Kaidora moved to the mat on the floor and lowered herself onto it. She reached beneath it and pulled out a book so old its spine had cracked through entirely, the pages held together by nothing except habit. She opened it carefully and spread it across her lap. Darius and Aurelian crouched on either side of her immediately. The pages were covered in the same script that lined the walls.

Dorian's mouth twitched slightly and then he placed something on the table. It was a book. I blinked. It wasn't flowers, jewelry or anything remotely romantic. It was an old strategy text, it looked beautiful with leather binding and hand-pressed pages. It was rare enough that I immediately recognized it. My eyes widened. "Dorian..." "I saw it at an estate auction." I carefully picked it up and the condition was incredible. "You bought this?" He shrugged. "It seemed like something you'd appreciate." The gesture caught me off guard not because of the gift itself but because it meant he paid attention.

I hadn't taken a single thing that had anything to do with him. I had left decisively; I hadn't left him a single word of farewell, nor a shred of lingering attachment. However, he couldn't bring himself to accept the fact that I hadn't left out of spite, and I genuinely wanted nothing to do with him ever again. … An entire year passed before Dorian received definitive news. He heard about a highly capable healer named Tiana, who was widely trusted by the pack members of the newly established Bloodmoon pack in the northern border. Dorian immediately set out, traveling across vast distances to the north.

A strange tall looking guy approached Dorian, he is wearing a black hoodie with blue crazy jeans and white Nike high Sneakers, definitely a thug "My name is Dorian." she smiled "What! what kind of name is that, anyways what are you doing standing alone, waiting for the train?." this guy moved closer almost too close. "The train!?." she stared at him confused "Yeah the train!, come on don't act dumb with me, whatsup with you, you got a boyfriend?." when he saw how beautiful Dorian is he attempted to touch her hips, instinctively Dorian moved two steps away from him but he refused to let her go, the guy became aggressive towards her and pulled her by the hand harshly. Now Dorian lost her cool,

I found out later that Damian could see the reader comments too. It happened the next morning. New York was blue with early light, and Damian was wrapped around me from behind, lazy and satisfied in a way that made him look nothing like the untouchable heir everyone feared. I reached for the water on the nightstand when a comment floated across my vision. [@BookTokAfterDark: A full night behind a fade-to-black? Author, count your days.] I nearly choked. Behind me, Damian laughed softly. "They still want more."

Then he drove out of Ma-Belle. Dorian Flame is the Alpha of the Dark Flame Pack. He is my best friend and boyfriend, and he is the best of both. When I first arrived here, I was pregnant and homeless. This cold Alpha gave me shelter in his home, against the protests of the council and people. I offered to do the laundry, so I wouldn't have to stay for free. Dorian agreed at first upon my insistence, but as time went by, and I became heavy, he stopped me.

Scotch burned trail gold, obsidian devouring every swallow, power humming balanced edge. Night deepened, bodies orbiting with no collision, but collision was inevitable. His hand ghosted spine trace absent—shiver traitorous. "Sleep," he ordered, soft menace, pulling me into the lounge plush without resistance. No fuck tonight—torture purer, proximity dominance submission unspoken. Dreams twisted Rourke's snap, Darius's grin fading peace, Kenji's obsidian guarding shadows. Blood ties bound us, visceral, dark romance, an empire forged in violence and want.

"Don't go outside the house Camilla. The boss has given you a little freedom, don't abuse it." "I promise I won't" I assured her. She left and I took a book and sank into one of the chairs to read. I was so engrossed in the book that I hardly took notice that the time had passed. I skipped lunch and didn't even know it was time for dinner. Apart from regular bathroom breaks and taking water, I did nothing else but read. "I am suddenly regretting letting you into my library." I heard Dante say. I looked up from my book to see that he was standing close to me, looking down at me with bemused eyes.