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“You are mine. Whatever you are, whatever you become — that will never change.” The possessiveness in his words sent a shiver through me. My breath caught, and when I met his eyes, I swore I saw something wild there. Something hungry. “Kael…” My protest died on my tongue as his hands slid up my thighs, stopping just before the edge of my nightgown. His touch burned, heat flooding through me. “You don’t understand,” he said, almost like a confession. “I shouldn’t want you like this. It goes against everything I’ve ever believed.”

After the incident, I fired them all. But Keagan’s face darkened, his jaw clenching. Gone was the easygoing comfort. This was the Alpha, dominant and annoyed rearing its head. A predator with possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. “You are mine to protect.” he growled, pinning me with a heated glare. “Besides, I wasn’t asking you for permission.” His possessiveness, the way he claimed me with his pheromones was turning intoxicating…and toxic. It was everything I needed to avoid. I wouldn’t fucking tolerate his alpha posturing. This wasn’t a pack and I wasn’t his omega.

I tilted his chin up with two fingers, forcing him to look at me while he nursed. “From today,” I said, slow and deliberate, “my boys follow you everywhere. Your study room, your class, the library, the bathroom. Fucking cafeteria line. You don’t take a piss without one of them outside the stall. You don’t walk across campus without Rico or Tommy or Vince two steps behind. No more surprise attacks. No more getting snatched like some helpless campus slut. You’re tagged, baby. Property. My property.” Jake whimpered, nodded frantically without pulling off. His throat worked, swallowing around me like he was agreeing with every filthy word.

“You plan on reuniting with your Prince charming?” “At least he won't keep me locked up.” My hand slipped to the back of her neck. “Listen to me Hillary, you are mine, contract or no contract, you'll always be mine. You get that?” “I am not your possession, you can't own me and you don't own me.” “You are, I own you. Nothing can change that.” She pushed me with all her strength. “Fuck you!” I walked towards her, closing the gab between us. She placed her hand on my chest to prevent me from coming any closer.

"Who?" "Dylan and that bastard don't have a plan to sell it back again. When I talk to him, that bastard is so arrogant, and I badly want to beat him." I clenched my fist angrily. That bastard Dylan again. He always takes what was mine. First,t that bitch Winter, now my place. "Okay, just forget about it. Just look for a new place for me." I said between gritted teeth. I badly want that place, but Dylan owns it now. I don't want to take it back from him anymore.

She is moaning in pain not on ecstacy. "Attitude is really based on who you are with. " Giselle muttered as she crossed her legs. It's been a month since Giselle started to live with Monteverde's. She is slowly getting used to it but she has a lot of things to do to make the situation turn to favor them. Especially the servants in the mansion. Giselle can still feel the different treatment that they receive compared to Lorenzo's family. There is really a huge gap. Now, Giselle is thinking of using the fear method to make those servants follow them. If Chantal uses the Goody method then she will use the villain method. After all, All the servants in the house see her as the villain.

"Did you check out those macaroons I brought for you? They really were Eiffel tower shaped." Even if she was trying her best to distract me, I still can't get my mind over it. I pushed my mattress and took out the red file from beneath it. It was a mess with its papers everywhere. I picked them up and sat on my bed again. Stella looked surprised as she came in front of me eyeing the file. "What is this?" She asked. I shrugged and started rummaging through the papers. "Can you search the meaning of Nyctophobia?" I asked her. She looked at me funnily then started searching it on her phone.

Hades’ gaze locks onto mine, and I sense a flicker of possessiveness in Hades' tone. "You want to rule over my pack and take my woman?" Hades growls. My heart skips a beat at the possessive claim. "My woman." I try not to react, but Denzel's eyes sparkle with amusement. "Ah, possessive, are we?" Denzel taunts. Hades' expression remains unyielding. "I don't make the rules," Denzel says, "but I can at least bend them." With calculated precision, Denzel takes a deliberate step back, his eyes locked on Hades.

I follow every movement his lips make, like a hypnotized bunny. “She also said you were an orphan. What pack do you come from?” He asks and I gulp, regaining my senses and subtly looking around to make sure that no one saw me gawking at the old hottie. “The burning moon pack.” He smiles, charming but deadly. “Your Alpha is a good friend of mine.” I manage to return the smile, but we both know there is nothing genuine about our smiles. I can barely move my fork, my hands tremble around my fork. Dante's presence dominated the room, stealing my breath.

"I live in your house; I don't know if that counts. Besides, how can that hurt you? I'm a free girl." "In that you are mine alone! From this moment on, I forbid you to be seen with this man or anyone else. Do you understand?" he asked in a domineering tone, and she opened her eyes wide in the face of this attack of possessiveness. To have been not to possess. You can have what you don't want. Possession is having and enjoying what you have. José Saramago.