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Without question, Draco bowed slightly and disappeared. ** Bryce sat rigid on the edge of his bed, heart still unsettled from the earlier chaos. The door banged open, and Khalifa spilled in with his usual careless energy, plopping down on the bed beside him. “You heard? The master’s girl—Marcia—slipped down the stairs! She's almost unconscious,” His eyes were wide with gossip. “The witnesses around said she was fell like a baby, screaming her lungs out. Can you imagine?” Bryce forced a gasp, painting surprise across his face. “Really? That’s… terrible.” His voice barely held steady, in a way he could even sense his own voice mocking him. Inside, though, his pulse raced like a drumbeat agains

I should be calculating my next move like I’d been trained to. But all I could think about was how his toned abs would feel under my fingers. What the fuck is wrong with me? Thinking about his hands when I should be looking for exits? I let out a shaky breath and sat down, only for the lights to dim—on their own. The quiet hum of electricity filled the room as the monitor blinked awake. My name blinked across the screen in crimson red letters. MICAH REED — STATUS: RECONDITIONING INITIATED. My skin went cold. What the hell was this place?

"I can't take this anymore! I am a human being, Aidan, not a lifeless object you can just lock up like this!" Malikha cried out, sobbing heavily. Aidan and Malikha's relationship was like an egg balanced on the edge of a cliff—one slip, and it would shatter completely.

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Ariana retorted, this man was beginning to get on her nerves. “Enough of the fighting, let’s sit quietly and wait for the cake”. Martha finally said, she was sick of their childish behavior. They both did what Martha said, it didn’t take quite long for Fabiola to walk out of the room with two ladies behind her, they both had a tray in their hands, in the tray there were small slices of cakes in different places.

My eyes wide. “….I, Mia Masters, reject you, Grey Andrews, as my mate….” “Aarrghh!” A muffled grind came as the mate bond ripped itself out of my heart. The pain was impossible. It was a million swords in my gut. I just wanted to die right there. “Nooooo!” I scream as I cry. “It’s over, Grey. Mia’s no longer yours.” Sage presses stop. “Now you’re all mine.” Charlotte smiles with her arms crossed.

“But let me add an extra layer of insurance to your plan.” “What?” I asked eagerly. “One of my guards, Mark, has been diagnosed with Aids and only has a few months to live. Let him be the one to have sex with Mia. Consider it our way of providing end-of-life care.” Aunt lazily suggested, “That way, even if Alpha Draven can’t bring himself to kill Mia, she’ll still die a slow, agonizing death from the disease.” I couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter. I couldn’t wait!

Magic pulsed out of him in a jagged wave, light and shadow warring beneath his skin. Fiona ran for him. Mia stepped between them, blade drawn, eyes glittering with something too cold to be regret. "Step aside," Fiona growled. Mia gave her a look she remembered from childhood. That mocking tilt of the head. The I know something you don't expression. "You're still chasing fairy tales, Fiona," she said. "Still thinking love is enough to anchor a soul this fractured." “Anchor?” Fiona spat. “He’s mine." Mia’s smile sharpened. “No. He never was.”

The scene stunned the bridesmaids around us. “Charlie Boyd, Kendall Light is your fiancée! Are you going to let her marry someone else?” “Marriage is a major life event—how could you turn it into a prank?” Charlie let out a snort through his nose. “We have no objections. Why are outsiders whining here?” He sauntered into the room with lazy steps, his face glowing with the satisfaction of petty revenge. “Last week you sent Crystal to the hospital, and she’s still heartbroken. You don’t think you shouldn’t pay a price?”