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‘I can’t, if I don’t complete the contract, I have with your mother my pack will be executed,’ Zara mind linked him, showing him everything. ‘Oh, is that what I saw earlier? I wasn’t so sure what it meant,’ Prince Mano mind linked her back, turning around and getting onto the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her wolf. Prince Mano did not allow himself to fall asleep, knowing the trouble they were facing if they were discovered. ‘Thank goodness I had an extra shaman necklace in my room,’ Prince Mano thought to himself, listening to Zara sleeping.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

"Now that you've seen how repulsive I really am… get out." He bent toward me and unlocked the pink handcuffs around my wrists. Frankly, I was too stunned to move. How the hell was I supposed to process the insane thing he had just said? A dreamboat like this was calling himself ugly? The man dialed a string of numbers and barked coldly, "Get your daughter away from me." The door opened, and a middle-aged couple entered with nervous, lowered heads. They were probably the parents of this body's original owner. Both trembled visibly, though disgust still flickered through their fear-stricken eyes.

She could sense that the man was just in the verge of losing his control. "Huh? What do you-" Manik's word died in his throat when he was suddenly pulled out of the car by the man. The man pinned him to the back door of his car. He tried getting the man off him but his hold on him was so strong that he could barely even wriggle. A shiver ran down Manik's spine when he saw the man's eyes suddenly turning completely red. The man moved closer towards his neck but right then Nandini held the man from behind and threw the man away from him.

"Enough of this theatrical nonsense, Greta! I've had enough!" "Hands off!" I slapped his hand away. "Why are you shouting at me over a choice you made? Last I checked, we are not in an open relationship. What are you now, some chieftain from ancient times with multiple wives? Should I start a harem of my own to make things fair?" "Greta, listen to me—" "No. Fuck off." The first thing I did after returning home was remove Chase's thumbprint profile from our security doors. The message was simple: "You're only allowed to come home after you finish the 100 cups of instant mac 'n' cheese!"

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

Manik reduced the distance while still holding her hair and took her lower lips between his teeth, pressing it gently. His other hand moved to her back, jerking her towards him. Nandini’s nail scratched Manik’s back. He never realized the feeling of scratch as he was busy tackling his own feelings.

He didn’t even take his time to catch his breath at first and instantly went to business. Struggling to keep his limbs together, from behind, Manuel aggressively untied the man’s necktie in his suit, almost choking him to death. He used that cloth to bind his limbs together. Then, Manuel stood on his feet and forcefully had his body face up to him, reflecting the moon’s light onto his pale skin.

I parted my lips to speak, but he shook his head, nodding negative before clicking his fingers. “You want him?” he asked again. But somehow, I knew it didn’t sound like a question. “Well then... I’ll let you have him. After all, it’s just... sex, isn’t it?” Maccini asked. The door swung open. Two men walked in, Nico hanging off their arms. He had cuts in his thighs, arms, chest... face. He looked as though he’d been cut.... and stitched up in his legs! And cut again? Stitched arms all over again. He was bleeding... everywhere.

This is judicial. Marcus strips. He stands naked in the center of the room. He is muscular, scarred, real. Even in code, he feels solid. "Spread eagle," I order. Echo manifests the restraints. Heavy iron chains this time. They clamp around Marcus’s wrists and ankles, hoisting him slightly so he is suspended, pulled taut in an X shape. He is wide open. "You decided for us," Alex says, walking behind him. He runs a hand down Marcus’s back. "You took control. So now, you lose it."