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DYLAN XAVIER Why the fuck was she talking about my father and my dead dreams, I had never spoken of my father to anyone and the fact I told her I was a medical student one time made me feel… I had seen the pity in her eyes like I was some lost kid who needed to be fine. “I'm fine this way”. I murmured, taking a cigarette and lighting it, I put it in between my lips and inhaled deeply. Life was never fair and the faster one knew and accepted it, the easier it would be for them. Taking a file case to look at the content, the name ‘Winters’ came into view. It was written in bold letters and italicised, opening the file and looking into it I smiled mischievously. The winters and the Xavier's wer

She spite my drink in order to sleep with me, get pregnant obviously and pin the pregnancy on me which will later lead to a successful arranged marriage. I had always admired a relationship where love was the foundation and it wasn't forced. I wasn't even in need of it until someone catches my attention. I glanced at her , her dark hair sprawled across the pillow as I watched her turning here and there on the bed. I stood up as I searched around the room I noticed a file on the table with “ Xan's Agency” written boldly on it. I was surprised to see it.

The wetness, the pinkness, that’s all he could really see and what he could hear was the desperation embedded within every single one of her whimpers. She spread her legs wider, her lips between her teeth making it so much harder to hold himself and the beast within him back. “Mine!” He growled, his eyes flashing red once again. **** *** A/N// Xavier is cheating on me y'all...he...he😭😭he's going to do it with Celia. I've been crushing on him for so long and yet...! What an evil bastard...I hope he never cums!☹️ 😕

Running my uncompiled draconic code through these primitive stones would instantly melt the local grid. "The system can't handle a direct d******d of my power," I murmured, my voice a cold, low vibration in the freezing air. I didn't look at Xander. The encryption key I had discovered in the Shadow Fang mainframe—the fingerprint of his own bloodline's betrayal—still sat like a corrupted partition in my chest.

The green shoot at the base suddenly erupted, its vines wrapping around Xander and me, weaving us into the very fabric of the biological ledger. The Final Exchange The White reached us. It didn't hurt. It was a sensation of being unraveled, thread by thread, and then rewoven into something impossible. I saw the billionaire romance, the Spire, the werewolves, and the mud all merge into a single, shimmering point of light. "Find me in the new draft," I whispered, my voice disappearing into the White. "I already have," Xander replied, his voice a ghost in my mind. The world went white, but the story did not end.

Xavier stated quietly. His voice was a low, dark rumble that vibrated heavily in the tight space. His piercing blue eyes were completely dilated, looking down at her with a heavy, primal hunger that instantly made the blood rush straight to her center. "I'm working," Hazel lied, her voice breathless and shaking. She gripped the cold metal edge of the shelf behind her just to keep her hands from trembling. "I need the old Q2 campaign files for tomorrow." Xavier stepped forward, completely closing the final gap between them.