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“Or did you push her away?” I force my gaze to her. Adeline. She’s a few steps back, clutching a paper cup she hasn’t touched. Her face is a mask, tired, steady, like she’s learned to carry a mountain without breaking. The wind lifts her hair, and her scent slams into me. Sweat and sunlight, the kind that clings after chasing kids all day. But underneath? Her heat. Faint, rising, curling around my wolf like a call I can’t ignore. She’s masked it with herbs, but my bones know her. “She’s coming into her heat,” Adam growls, lust and longing tearing at me. “She still carries our bond. You smell it. I smell it. Any wolf this close would.”

The next morning, Adeline woke up and found herself naked, lying on a bed with a man by her side. She quickly jumped up the bed, wrapping the duvet around her body. "What are you doing!" She yelled at Eva who smirked as she took pictures of her naked body curling around the other man. "What does it look like, tell me?" Eva chuckled, keeping the camera in her back. She nodded to the other guy on the bed and he stood up. "It's nice doing business with you." They shook hands and he placed an envelope on his palm. "That's the balance for your job and even more. Leave now ." She waved him away and looked up at Adeline with a smirk.

‎" Oh those.... Well I told them to burn everything you brought from your house and fill your wardrobe with new attires. What? ‎"You ...mean everything I brought" ‎"Look Adeline.... You're no more the girl you used to be. You're married to a business man who has a reputation to uphold I expect you as my wife to support that" he smiled but the smile wasn't a nice one. It made my blood boil and freeze. ‎" Yeah....I uh... understand" I don't know why but I couldn't think straight it was like this was just a nightmare that I'll wake up from soon.

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

But my mind kept slipping, drifting away like smoke. To her. Diana. Always Diana. I snatched the remote, fingers tight with urgency, and flicked on the screen. Her latest I*******m post lit up before me, bright, golden, impossible. She was laughing without smiling. Sunlight gilded her skin like she was made of morning. Her green eyes glowed. “This,” I said, pointing to the screen, “this is beauty. If your models aren’t at least this magnetic, then don’t bother.” Adeline looked like she wanted to disappear into the carpet. “Sir… where… where am I even supposed to find someone like her?”

“M-Me?” Adeline stuttered, shaking her head. “What? Do you see anyone else claiming to be me?” I snapped. “Go on, start. I’ll also start, I have nothing to hide.” I sat down and began sketching, Since I recently finished a bridal collection, I drew inspiration from that and focused. The silence in the hall was heavy, but Adeline’s limbs must have felt heavier since she leaned against the wall, unable to reach for the sketchpad that had slipped down a while ago.

“We need to go over the plan and be sure everyone is clear with the part there are to play. Rosalie, are you clear on what we need to do for Adelaide’s spell?” My eyes snap up to here in startlement. “Adelaide’s spell?” “Yes.” She sighed, taking hold of the leather volume and riffling through, “It was the reason why I smuggled the book out of the coven.” “Ah here.” She opened out the page about three quarters of the way through, and placed it down on the kitchen counter. Stepping back, she allowed the rest of us to crowd around and look. Ada’s neat handwriting took up every inch of the double fold, little drawings littered around the page, detailing the phase of the moon, and specific herbs

She knocked lightly on the door frame, hesitating for a moment before stepping inside. "Sorin," she began softly, her voice breaking the silence that enveloped the room. Sorin glanced up, a faint smile gracing his features at the sight of Adeline. "Adeline," he greeted warmly, setting aside the documents. "Come in." Adeline entered the study, her gaze sweeping over the meticulously organized shelves and the faint scent of leather-bound books that filled the air. She took a seat opposite Sorin, her thoughts racing as she considered the words she wanted to share.

For the first time since after she died, I let myself cry properly. That night, I was physically and mentally drained. My supply of life force was exhausted so he had to go into someone’s dreams that night. I concentrated and picked on a college student. He was one of the smarter ones, considering he read Ana Huang. He just moved up in my list of respect. I rarely ever say this but the sex was really good and his life force was intoxicating. I would’ve drunk more but I didn’t want it to affect him. I wave him bye, knowing I would never come back. There was, however, something different about him. Revived, I returned back to the reality and found something to eat. All that sex made me really

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.