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Tharion stepped forward, staring at it with clenched jaw. “This isn’t over,” he said in a grave voice, gazing toward the horizon. “This… is only just beginning.” And I knew it. I felt it in the flame. I felt it in my bones. In the creature’s final flickers of life, just before it faded away completely, an image formed. A face in the shadows. Feminine. Pale. Unmistakable. Eloise. Mikail’s mother. She had returned.

"Error. Target is 'Unwanted.' Target is 'Mother'." "You don't have to be his weapon," Meilin said, reaching out to touch the cold, grey visor of his helmet. "He told you that love is a thermal spike. But look at your father. He’s been falling for a hundred years, and he’s still reaching for us. That’s not a spike, Elian. That’s a Foundation." The simulation began to scream. The Golden Eye in the ceiling turned blood-red. The walls of the boardroom began to fold inward like a collapsing paper house.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but in the end, she only whispered, "I understand, Alpha Williams." Without another word, she turned and walked toward the elevator, her steps faltering, her body heavy with exhaustion. As the elevator doors closed behind her, Ainsley let out a harsh laugh, dark and bitter. Eloise used to beg me for mercy... but now? His smile turned cruel. She doesn’t even care anymore. All because of Micheal. His grip tightened around the armrest of the couch as his thoughts spiraled further into anger. He reached out, contacting Elijah, his trusted Guard through their mind link. "Find out everything about Micheal Elliot, the Alpha of the Ocean Reig

I had become an unwitting catalyst for Daniel's impending doom. Elijah's grip tightened on my wounded arm, his strength undeniable. He lifted me effortlessly, his voice dripping with malice, "Any guesses on what fate awaits you?" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I whispered, "What's left? You've already shattered me." Elijah's eyes bore into mine, a malevolent glint dancing within. He laid me down on the couch, his intentions sinister. Buttons of my shirt were undone, Elijah's gaze never leaving Daniel. "Let's see how much you enjoy your love, right before his eyes," Elijah jeered.

Especially since he swore he’d kill her. It’s just a trip to campus, but it feels like I’m being driven to another world. “We’re here,” Mia says, paying the fare. She stretches as we step onto campus. “I’ve missed school so much.” Not me. Not when I’ll have to see the man who lied about a dead fiancée, pretends he’s holy, and parades himself like some romantic hero. It’s worse when I can’t escape the nightmares he keeps crawling into. “Hello, boys…” Mia calls out to the football players passing by. A few wave. Elijah breaks off.

~Rory~ While Elijah was getting ready for bed, I read through the files I have about Hickman. Things such as where he lives, who he’s living with, what he does in his free time, and even who he associates himself with when he’s not at school. ‘I had to do something productive,’ I thought, to ease the dreadful image of the redhead drowning in my head. Elijah told me her name was Tala, a fae like Ali. He promised to tell me more about her and my vision tomorrow after I rested. It’s not something I would want to hear, that’s for sure.

Elaine could not understand, especially because now her heart seemed bent toward the king of demons. Then Miguel hurt her, his face was hit by a slap so hard that Elaine’s nose bled. He could not accept that his father’s saint had really cherished something other than disgust for Callisto, because in Michael’s mind... Elaine was his. My stomach just turned. I had been absolutely sure that Michael could not step into my castle, for unlike Callisto, I really cared about his safety - and not just keeping her close to me, But if he found a way in... if I saw at least the tip of one of his feathers... I’d tear that archangel to pieces. I would destroy him until his poor angelic soul begged for fo

" Elijah felt his body weaken, his heart beating faster, and his pale face turning crimson from the ardor he felt. He had completely forgotten that they were about to have a discussion and now wished the day would pass quickly. "Melia," he sighed. "Yes, Jahjah?" His voice faded under Melia's gaze, making him unable to articulate. Then she continued speaking. "You will arrive at the mansion, enter your room, and I hope to find you as God brought you into this world, naked. Do you understand?" She asked with a seductive softness that Elijah could only nod his head in response to. "Let's get back to class," she sighed and walked past him. Elijah exhaled, closing his eyes. He was too high in tem

Elijah crawled toward me on his knees, once again reaching out to take my hand. I sighed and stopped Xander from kicking him. Then, I reached out to touch Elijah myself. A flash of relief crossed Elijah's face, but he froze the moment our hands were supposed to meet. His hand passed straight through mine, and he mumbled, "Fran?" I raised my head and looked away from him. "Elijah, if you had really loved me, from the moment you opened your eyes and tore my clothes that day, you would have known I wasn't the one who drugged you.

“No, no! Please don’t do this. Just spare me, okay? I just wanted to teach her a little lesson! She asked for it by being the Benson family’s biological daughter! Elijah, I only did it because I love you! I couldn’t bear to watch you marry her!” Elijah didn’t even spare Chloe a glance as he turned around and walked toward the basement door. Just as he reached the exit, he suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Oh, by the way, about that doctor. Have him perform a hysterectomy on Chloe in a bit. If he doesn’t do a perfect job, start removing his own body parts, piece by piece.” Behind him, Chloe’s ear-piercing, heartbroken screams echoed through the space, mingled with the doctor’s terrified cries