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Amelia stood by the stove, flipping golden pancakes while humming a quiet melody, listening to the soft rustle of Zane’s crayons against paper at the kitchen table. "Look, Mommy," Zane said, holding up a sheet of paper with both hands, his tongue sticking out in concentration. "I drew Steve the Volcano at the cabin!" Amelia set her spatula down and leaned over to look. The drawing was wild red and orange scribbles erupting from a lopsided triangle, with four stick figures at the bottom. One of them had a tiny gray hat. Nathan.

“I want to know every bloody thing about them. Especially about their Alpha- Zompano and the brothel owner- Zev. “You must have your reasons, Aira. I trust you,” Zane sighed. “Fine ! I will get back to you with everything tomorrow morning,” he agreed and started to part ways with me to leave for his football practice. However, we all stopped in our tracks when the speakers of the Academy blared out:

Her cheeks were flushed. “You’re dirty”, she muttered, her voice strained with longing. “ You like it.” She couldn’t lie. Instead, she reached down, palmed me through my pants, squeezing just hard enough to make my knees lock. “Your turn to get naked.” I unbuttoned my shirt my eyes never straying from hers… My pants went next and then my briefs was gone in seconds. My cock came out, heavy and dripping at the end as i stood before her tall and proud. Zoe’s gaze dropped, her lips parting again. “Julian,” she whispered. “Did you get bigger?…”

“E ‘di don't! I'm not the one who will be stink. Stay away from Shenay and me, you crazy! I don't like the smell of you! ” His eyes widened as it sniffed himself. Crazy! "I am not stinky!" He don’t seem to believe it yet. Well, he doesn't really stink, his scent that she can still smell even from afar. She didn't know if her friends couldn't smell it. "If you say so ..." Phoebe lay down next to Shenay. She was playing with a doll she bought for her. “Mr. Sawyer Zane.” "Tsk!" She heard the door open and close. A few seconds ago it reopened and closed again.

“I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” Without another word, Zane completely dismissed Andrew’s existence. He turned on his heel and began to slowly walk around our ruined living room, his sharp, golden eyes scrutinizing every single surface. He dragged a gloved finger over a charred bookshelf, picked up a broken piece of pottery, and overturned a burnt cushion, searching for clues with an irritatingly calm demeanor.

Dylan shook hands with Zane. "Nice work man. You see how easy it is. Very soon, you'll be the king of your own castle" he said. Zane chuckled and found somewhere to sit. "I would like to undress her and oil her body if you don't mind. I want my hand lingering all over the body she doesn't want me to touch. Perhaps, I could use my lips for some part" he murmured.

Dawn POV I close the door behind me, put my empty water bottle in the recycling bin and head for my room. The whole while I’m brushing my teeth and washing my face, I’m replaying the events of the day in my head. By the time I’m crawling under the cover I think I have processed everything so that I understand it. The only part that is making rounds in my brain is the incident in the back yard with Zane. About that I’m still really confused. I never noticed how his eyes are the same colour as caramel. Or even though I have seen him without a shirt on like today at the beach, I would never have thought that the muscles of his chest would feel... oh like that. I think I may be in some trouble.

Lisa grumbles, and I start to follow her wherever. "Zane has f*ck*d almost every girl you see around. You just need to look at his way, and it's a done deal." "Gross," I mutter and scrunch my face in disgust. "Really gross. Please, tell me you are not the kind of girl who fawns over these rich boys."

Zane flushed, realized he’d made noise in front of literally everyone important, and then, to his credit, did not back down. He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said again, louder. “No one’s taking her blood to feed to a hole in the world. I don’t care what ‘old book says.’” Melody blinked. Heather smiled slowly. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, delighted. “Zane. I did not know you had a spine. I like you now.” Zane scowled. “I’ve always had a spine.” “You’ve always had a pretty spine,” Heather corrected. “This is new. I’m proud. Continue.”

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