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she didn’t answer my question and just look at the guy all dreamy. His presence dominated the place as if he was the king. His face is blank and cold and is walking lazily in. “Who is he?” I asked once more. “Airo Sebastian.”

Before she could say anything, there was a knock on her door, we both looked up, to find Haris standing there with a poker face. Aamina, settled her duppatta properly, while I nodded to let him enter. "Kesi ho Noor?" He glanced around the room, as his eyes settled on a photo frame of Aamina with her parents. (How are you?) I just nodded, as I wiped a stray tear that leaked my eye. "Theek. Kheriyat? How is baray abbu and chacha." (Fine. All good?) Aamina took in a shaky breath beside me as she looked up at Haris anticipating his reply.

“And you remember who I said it might be?” He nods once. “Alpha Soma...” he says and then proceeds to add, “I still can’t believe it’s her,” “Better do, because she is.” “Yeah, so what’s going on?” I lean forward a little, intertwining my fingers together in the process. It feels a little difficult making an attempt to explain what’s going on with me to him but I will.

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I ask teasingly. "Scorchingly hot, Mrs. Mennetti," he tells me with a wicked grin. "Then let's get started, Mr. Mennetti," I say, pulling him in for another long, sensual kiss. "Show me how much you love me." "Always, cara mio," he murmurs between kisses. Connor Mennetti, once my enemy is now the man who holds my heart. It beats for him and him alone. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

“I am the Lycan King, Demetri Hunt.” I went cold as I stepped back with my eyes shining wide. He said he was who?

I never thought he'd be a coward who would run away from reality, from his words. "I hate him. I haven't hated anyone in my life. He's a black spot on humanity and love. " Her voice cracks while saying it out. I tap my hand on her hand to placate her anger, "Calm down." I softly tell her. I am broken down. No one can fix it, not even God.

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He replied me. "And I'm not Sophia either, I'm not going to fall in love with you and expect you to love me back and jump off a balcony when you can't." I reached up and touched his face. "I need you to see me as Elena, not as some ghost or replacement or version of someone else." "I do see you." He said. "Do you? Because right now it feels like you're talking to every woman who's ever hurt you instead of talking to me." I kept my hand on his cheek. "I need you to be here with me, not stuck in the past with them."

Suddenly, he broke into a smile as he spread both arms open, looking just as dazzling when I saw him the first time, and said, "Come here, Andrea." -End-