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William replied, his hand sliding over her back before patting her ass possessively, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Vanessa’s lips curved into a dark, determined smirk. “We change our fate tonight,” she whispered, the words almost lost in her racing heartbeat. William’s smile widened, wild and hungry, as the intensity between them crackled like fire. Their eyes locked, an unspoken understanding passing between them, and within seconds, they were undressing, consumed by desire and urgency.

"And what did you say?" His gaze was welcomed by Freda. "That I’d rather lose everything than bow to him." Williams's face broke into a slow smile that was filled with pride. He moved closer to her, his hands gently resting on her arms as he approached. "That’s my wife." She exhaled a breath that she had completely forgotten she had been keeping in. "However, this battle is not yet over. Williams is making preparations for something. It seemed clear to me that he was doing so.

The old woman sighed, she knew she would have to do quite a lot of explaining to make Kira understand that fate always has a purpose. "The moon goddess knows what's best dear and every decision that may seem unreasonable to you has its benefits in the future." She stated firmly. Kira scoffed, "If I may ask, define the future benefit for me cause at this point, I don't understand the future you all keep referring to! Just how does being mates with my rival make things good for the future?" She questioned aggressively, clearly unable to comprehend the words of the old woman. "As far as I know, mates are rarely ever people we know or like. One of the many purposes of having a mate is to find a

Jasmine actually agreed? [This is amazing news! William, you finally got rid of that burden!] [Time to celebrate! You said just last week that you couldn't even sleep after seeing her face every night. Now you're free—switch out ten or twenty women if you want, no one's stopping you!] [But isn't it weird? William's hooked up with so many models, and Jasmine put up with it all. Why's she suddenly not putting up with it now? You think she's messing with you? What if she ghosts you at the end and you can't even file the papers?]

Didn't he really want to kill him? "Isn't it enough to come here directly? What's the point of making so many useless things?" Cyrus couldn't see through William. What was he going to do? William gave him a cold look. "I didn't hurt you in front of that woman. It's not because I'm afraid of you, nor is it because I'm afraid of anyone!" Didn't you always want to win against me? Now I'll give you a chance! Take it and fight with me. If you win, everything you have done today will be written off, and that woman can also officially become a member of the Sandler Family!"

I want to scream and plead for my life and freedom, but all I can do is sob. "Boys, look what the current brought in!" Henry shouts while pounding on several doors and structures. One by one, alphas emerge, some sporting alphas that appear terrified. There are no male bettas because they are always ejected from the rig and have no place there. Our princess has returned home.

I could see he was scared. “Why are you doing this?” I asked him. I was hoping to get some answers before shifting. “The filthy blood suckers want the special one for her powers. The master blood sucker intends to mate with her and create spawns who have powers and can be manipulated to form some kind of army for him because he wants to be king of all.” The rogue told us. Luna Angela gasped behind me and I heard mark growl at that. The rogue tried to turn to see where the growl came from but I didn’t want him to know we were not the only ones there so I shouted out to him.

And in the center, bathed in the harsh light from a single caged fixture on the ceiling, sat Kimberly. She was chained. Thick manacles of silver-laced iron bound her wrists to a ring in the floor, the chain just long enough to let her sit or lie on the cot. She looked smaller than I remembered. The festival gown was gone, replaced by rough, gray prison linen. Her hair was lank. But her eyes, when they lifted to meet mine, were the same: a flat and unsettling brown, like tarnished copper. There was no madness in them, no fanatical glee. Only a weary and profound hatred. Aaron stepped in behind me, a shadow of immense power at my back. He didn’t speak or move. He simply existed, a promise of a

When we reach the grave from before, I stop and release his hand. It falls to his side. I stare at the grave and avoid his face. “You were right when you said I'm selfish.” I start. “I don't know how to trust. Until now, I've never even tried to, not really, I run away, hide and avoid everyone who tries to get close to me. But there is one thing I have always trusted and that is fate. These threads that I see. They never deceive me, they show truth, good and bad. They do nothing to spare my feelings because fate doesn't care about my feelings. There are times I wish I couldn't see them at all because what I see is so heartbreaking. But despite that, I really do trust them. Completely. I trus

Just slightly. “His name is Fred. He actually sold me the Mini Cooper. He charges way less than those human con artists do.” She informed, and I stared at the cards in my hand. Then nodded, trying to memorize everything. “The protection spell…” The thought crossed my mind. “How are you going to be able to do it around my house if you can't even stick around long enough till I find it?” “Take pictures and send them to me.” She responded. I looked up, bewildered.