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The murmurs in the hall grew louder, whispers spreading through the air like smoke. “A human actually has a blood-bound partner?” “Absurd.” “She’s lying. Humans lie when they’re desperate.” “Trying to provoke Lord Tom. What a desperate gamble.” Tom’s gaze was fixed on me, cold and disbelieving. “Rowling,” he said slowly, as if savoring a bitter name. “Do you really think fabricating a fantasy will sway me?” His gaze swept over me with undisguised contempt.

But if a seven-year-old wanted to read the entire Harry Potter series in a week, Kiara was not going to discourage it. Kiara’s blue eyes flicked over to where her niece leaned against the trunk of the sugar maple tree with green leaves and small greenish yellow flowers above her. She sat on grass that was already lush and green thanks to the pack Omega’s and city maintenance crews. Unlike her sister’s unruly curls, Marie had straight dark auburn hair that hung just past her shoulders. Her bright warm honey eyes devoured the words on the page in front of her. In her young mind, Marie wore Hogwarts robes that were in the Ravenclaw colors. In reality, she wore knee length khaki shorts and a pur

Scarlett smirked, deliberately lifting her wrist to show off a brand-new, diamond-encrusted bracelet—one I recognized from a design Alex. “He came to me last night after you were asleep.” She stepped closer. 'I told him I was in a terrible mood, that nothing in New York was fun. So you know what he did? He arranged this whole game, just for me. While you’ve been running for your life, he’s been right here, holding my hand and making sure I’m entertained.'" Every word was a dagger in my heart. "He only loves you for these hands, right?" Scarlett said, grabbing my hand with a vicious grip.

He hummed at the touch and flipped me over. "Was last night not enough for you." He smirked. "I will never get enough of you Mr. Thorn." I saw a flash in his eyes. I had forgotten how much he loved me calling him that. With a swift move his hand was between my legs tracing circles on my most sensitive spot. I threw my head back into the pillow moaning. I couldn't take it any longer, I pushed him off me and tossed him to the side. I straddled him and hovered myself over his erection. I rubbed myself up and down him.

Watching movies together could alleviate our chemistry. His eyes studied me for a moment before he leaned back. Dropped his phone on the table and crossed his arms. "What’s your favorite movie?" He asked. I didn't expect that, and I smiled as I responded. "Game of Thrones." "What's it about?" His brow lifted slightly. I grinned. "Noble families fighting for control of the Iron Throne and the Seven Kingdoms. It’s full of battles, betrayals, and political struggles—" "Valar Morghulis," he interrupted smoothly.

He growls in a pissed-off tone, but before I say anything, Harry already has his sword pressed up against his neck, not afraid to cut deep. "Speak one more word, and I'm going to deep-dive this straight into your throat, and your friend here is going to watch you gurgle on your blood and splutter all over the place before you choke on your own blood." Harry threatens him, and I feel shivers run down my spine. This is not a man who should be messed with. I spent the better half of my life being part of the people that he cared about, and even after seeing him go into a mad frenzy, I still get chills.

The girls had also asked about how his classes had gone during the morning and he updated them. Erik had just taken a sip from his cup, when he heard hasty footsteps. He looked at the door and saw a brown bush-haired girl with Gryffindor colors entering the room and freezing as soon as she entered. She looked around the 'new' classroom with wide and curious eyes, and then she saw Erik sitting behind the Professor's desk sipping his coffee. While she was staring at him with wide eyes, two other males students, a black haired one and a red haired one, entered the classroom. Erik recognized the black haired one, it was Harry Potter. Both male students stopped behind the female one and were pant

I smirked. He swung the blade and slashed my arm. I slashed his face in return. He kicked and swung. You could tell he was becoming irritated. I twirled and kicked the knife right out of his hand. He headbutted me, grabbing my right arm with the blade and lifting it. His right hand went around my throat gripping it tightly. Have you ever seen that scene in Games of Thrones, where Arya kills the Night King? That’s exactly what I did. I dropped my blade catching it with my left hand and plunged it right into his abdomen, making sure I twisted it with his intestines curling with it.

My sister was almost ready and her friends were waiting. The door flung open and the Alpha Prince walked in with Tyrion. Why was he here with the Prince? Was he his right-hand man? Our gaze met and I hissed. Despite my sister bullying me, my hatred for her isn't as deep as the one I had for Tyrion. He left a scar on my heart and I won't ever forgive him for that. As for the Alpha Prince, I will make sure he regrets ever rejecting me publicly that way. He would have done that secretly, but it wouldn't stop him from choosing his mate as well.