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I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me. He said, "It looks like she's still being stubborn. In that case, there's no need to hold back anymore—let's make sure she gives in this time!" Jared then ordered the bodyguards to drag me over the sink. He then yanked the power cord off the switch. With a sinister grin, he taunted, "Guess what would happen if I toss this into the water? You'll find out soon enough—bet it'll feel nice." Despite being left with no strength to struggle, I still felt fear flooding my mind. I was terrified of dying here for no reason.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

My bedrock beliefs were imperiled. Then my Wonder Twin powers kicked in. My bet was Selena was Black Hand and that would make Miyako from one of the Ninja families. Pamela had picked a brawl for me with two members of the Nine Clans Secret Society. Pamela vaulted a nearby car. As Selena closed, my A****n buddy ripped her dress, turning the strip into some sort of sash-weapon.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." I ran my fingers of the spine of each book and then I read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.

Stacy froze in place, staring at us blankly like we were a group of strangers from another world. The comment section exploded. "Holy crap, what is going on! Heather was recruiting teammates the whole time?" "Give me a break. She's assembling a full-on powerhouse!" "This reversal hit too hard. I'm stunned." Amid the overwhelming shock, a golden comment drifted slowly across the screen. "This is what a true esports heroine looks like. Her focus is solely on the game, not on men. Once she draws her sword, she is completely unstoppable." Stacy looked around the room at the group who had completely ignored her script, then at her own lie, which had already collapsed beyond repair.

The second and third came at me together, ripping into my flanks as I fought with everything I had. My wolf was covered in blood during the battle, both mine and theirs. For every wound they inflicted, I gave back twofold, but they had numbers on their side. Eventually, I collapsed, my strength gone, fighting until death claimed me. I thought this was the end, my vision dimming, the pain fading. But it turned out to be a rebirth. After the rogue wolves left my broken body, considering their work done, something miraculous happened. My wolf's corpse began to emit a silver light, pulsing with ancient power. All my wounds started to heal, bones knitting back together, torn flesh mending.

A very strange dream! At first, she did not remember the details of that dream clearly. All she could recall was a man hugging a young girl beneath a large cherry blossom tree. The scene resembled a painting. In fact, it was almost like an illusion. So beautiful to behold but also so heart-wrenching to look at. You know. The beautiful "illusion" actually represents a wound. A tragedy... Capable of shattering one's soul and body upon witnessing. That was all she could remember.

He says as he kisses her. While kissing his lips, she realizes something. "Zayn... in my letter..." he pulls away to look at her face. "What was written?" "It was written I was proposing the idea of a reverse harem with me to my brothers. The— the old Cassandra did so. What do I do...?" And on January 16th of 2022, the reverse harem with Cassandra and her brothers began in history. Even if it was a pleasurable occurrence for Cassandra of the past, they've come to realise how wrong it was in a third person's perspective.

Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords. Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands." He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken. When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately. Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.