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Ace chuckled as if my question, or maybe his answer, amused him, "Fucking come for me before I change my mind about it." My body obeyed, the tension in my muscles springing free like a coil. The orgasm that held me in its clutches was vicious. It rippled through me, wave after wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that I had no business feeling. It felt wrong and yet, so God damned right. Ace's name was a chant upon my lips, praising him for the way he used my body and brought pleasure to it.

I ran towards it and stared as it glow like an ember. "This must be the ember of love!" I exclaimed. "You're right Princess," an unfamiliar voice suddenly spoke. "Who are you?" "I am the ember of love waiting to be flourished by you. When you learn how to turn that ember into a blazing flame of affection then you could easily defeat Velion," she told me. "But how?" I really have no idea on how to use that ember of love. "It's all up to you. Remember to listen to your heart and everything will go according to how destiny planned it to be." Those were the last words I heard from her before I opened my eyes to see the worried faces of my friends and aunt Athena.

She was getting impatient. The fragrance was like citrus and lotus. It was not from the pies for sure. Someone at the hallway was wearing it. But who would use such a strong perfume early in the morning. I was trying to control my wolf. But my whole body was feeling as if it was drugged. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I felt like I needed to find out the source of that perfume. Lexa was going crazy. Just when I came near the kitchen door, my wolf howled inside "Mate! "

But he couldn't feel desire yet. Emotions were slowly returning to him. He knew anger. It was the first emotion he felt because of her. He felt disgusted because of her lewd words and actions. She practically molested him back then. Then, the sadness came to him when she died. He felt a little joy when he saw her again after her revival. There are eight basic emotions: anger, disgust, sadness, joy, anticipation, fear, trust, and surprise. Only four of them had come back to him.

I needed that space, that private sanctuary where I could unleash the torrent of emotions coursing through my veins. Hopping into the car, I slammed the door shut as, I sank into the driver's seat, my body trembling with a mixture of anger, heartbreak, and confusion. The impact of my body hitting the seat echoed the turmoil within me, a physical manifestation of the tumultuous storm that raged in my heart, feeling the weight of my emotions pressing down on me. My friend Elena, engrossed in her phone, jumps in surprise at my sudden entry. I can see the concern etched on her face as she tries to make sense of my disheveled appearance.

Yet. Marcus tried a second time. ‘Emmy is getting pissed. Emma should hurry.’ Miracle suggested. Miracle mind-linked with Emmy. Emma's wolf was touch-sensitive and she was fooling out. Marcus appeared agitated. Emma giggled and took the packet but not in her hands. In her clutch.

She stops in her tracks and turn only to find Liam in front of her but she was too angry to be affected by him. “ If it’s the company you want, I’ll give it to you.” He said. Her eyes shoot up immediately. “ What?” “ I’ll give it to you. You’re right. It’s rightfully yours and I wouldn’t want to take it from you.” He said honestly. Emilia didn’t know what to say. He was being nice to her after making her overreact. Was he really a gentleman or an asshole? He confused her. One minute he’s being extremely aggravating and the next he’s being a sweetheart.

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“Hey.. I don't look like that when I’m in pain.” “Yes. You look precisely like that.” “Whatever whatever,” Emerson waved his hand. “Let’s move on to disappointment.” --- Emerson stood by the kitchen counter, one hand rubbing his temples as Porsche, stood by waiting for his next command. He’d been working on this for hours. “Okay, Porsche. We’ve done pain, disappointment, surprise… now, let’s try something a little more subtle. Embarrassment.” Porsche tilted his head. “Embarrassment. How does one express that?”

My eyes fly open “I got it?!” She tips her chin. “Try again” Eager for another go, I tap the back of her hand, breathing in and out as I focus on Nana. I focus on the current that flows from her, I stretch out my senses like imaginary hands then I try to put a name to what I feel from her “Anxious?” I ask out loud. It feels kinda fidgety. She hums and switches and we go from there, I with the flow, it’s like a smooth glide. Though I find it harder to narrow down more complicated emotions like nervousness, frustration, and confusion. But stronger and more direct emotions like anger, happiness, and relief are quite easy to figure out.