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Howard jumped to his feet and frowned at his daughter. "What are you talking about? This is Elio’s debt. It's none of your business. Let him settle it himself." Lana grabbed her daughter's arm even harder and screamed, "Evelyn, are you crazy? This brat's problems have nothing to do with you! 1.8 million?! You’re killing me! You gotta forget about him." Harry's family took the opportunity to add insult to injury.

**** THEON Amorphous shapes were spotted on my temple and even to my whole body when I managed to free myself from those people who tried to kill me. They were all girls, and I was so scared. So, I ran, ran and ran, praying that they could spare my life just once because I had to fulfil my parents’ dream and that was to produce a baby. When I stopped just take a moment to breathe, these group of girls, which looked like witches, chased after me again and I had to run for myself and the only thing that motivates me to live was the dream of my parents.

Everyone knew…except Jareth. "She’s mine," Jareth countered. The finality in those two words made the electrical hum in my blood settle into a low, purring thrum. "And if you want to make an accusation of witchcraft based on a static spark, you’d better be prepared for the Council to investigate why the Alpha’s son is so obsessed with his rejected mate that he’s chasing her into kitchens and harassing the public. Your father would be very interested in that kind of... instability." Jareth turned his head slightly, his profile sharp. He gave me a look—a quick, piercing command. Stay quiet. Let me handle the lie. I didn’t hear him in my head, but the message was clear in his eyes.

"But Luna stays between us." Derek nodded and stepped inside. He set the suitcase down and closed the door quietly behind him. Then he turned to face her, and his expression was hard as stone. "You owe me a life-debt, omega," he said. "And it's time to pay." My Stepfather's Son Is My Fated Enemy

He had been so fucking wrong. Patriarch Thorne lay motionless in the massive four-poster bed, his skin gray beneath the curse marks that crawled across his chest like living tattoos. The symbols pulsed with that sickly green light, moving slowly toward his heart with the inexorable patience of poison. Gabriel forced himself to focus on his father's shallow breathing, on the present moment, but the past refused to release its grip.

"Too bad he didn't stick around. Probably didn't even look at your face. Just a convenient warm body in the dark." She was right. He left before even a word. He cared nothing about me. Derek snorted. "Maybe he thought she was a whore." The word landed in my chest and stayed there. Maya flipped the watch at me. It bounced off the mattress and landed in my lap. "Keep it," she said. "Consider it payment for services rendered." Derek's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, and the lazy smirk slid off his face. "Your father." His voice went flat. "He says to bring his whore of a daughter home. He wants to teach her a lesson."

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ “Wow… she’s here,” the angry man beside me from earlier says. “Such evil beauty. Have a one-night stand with me, and I’d consider taking your side.” Could you men not sexualize everything? “How about I pair my butler back home for a one-night stand with your father?” I retort. "Oh, I prefer shipping men together... I just think they deserve eachother."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched them make out in front of me. “What?” Morgana broke the makeout and yelled at me. “You don't want to leave? I don't mind if you want to join us for a threesome, it would be exciting” “Wait, I've never done that before. Haha,” Tyrone said, and they both laughed. I felt pathetic and shameful. I found my strength and managed to walk out of the top. Just before I stepped out, Morgana called out. “Dont go crying to mom and dad, Tyrone’s boyfriend, and he's the alpha’s son, they can't do anything to us”

I looked at my son, Andy Lewis, lying peacefully at the hospital morgue, overwhelmed by grief at his lifeless body. Andy had always been a good kid. I had never once needed to worry too much for him, yet I had been a terrible father. I could not even care for and protect him. Andy suffered from a sudden liver failure, desperately needing a liver transplant. The only person whose liver was compatible was my wife, Vivian Grant. However, on the second day the results came out, she was sent abroad to further her career.

I pleaded as he scoffed. "I want you and Killian dead, having you here with me can help get Killian come looking for you and boom… Killian is also trapped! I am not ready to leave my throne and Killian is a threat to my desire of being the Alpha of Night pack till I die." I was stunned to my bones, he wants to kill his son for a throne? That's petty! "How are you a father!?" I exclaimed as he laughed.