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He was so obsessed with me, and was so desperate for me, that he would go to any lengths. He had gone through all this trouble, and had killed his own men, just so he could have his way. He was the definition of obsessed. And, I knew once an obsession had taken hold, there was no stopping it. He was not going to stop until he had me. Until he had my body and soul. The thought alone made my blood turn cold. Was I really back to square one? Back to where it had all started. Was I ever going to get away? Was I ever going to have a life outside of Viktor?

I leaned back against the wall, dragging a hand down my face, the aftertaste of her still lingering on my skin. She can run. She can lie. But she’ll never escape me. Because my obsession for her wasn’t a choice. It’s a sickness. And I wasn’t planning to get better. ----------

Every instinct in my body screamed at me to close the final inch between us, to wrap my arms around her waist and taste the fire I knew she was hiding. My wide gaze almost made me feel like kissing her—like completely crossing the lines and showing her exactly how deeply I had loved her since that night ten years ago. But before I crossed those dangerous lines, and scared her away with the terrifying depth of my obsession, I forced a small, amused smirk to my face. I raised my hand and teasingly touched the tip of her cute button nose with the back of my fingers, breaking the heavy spell between us. "You're too cute, attorney." I teased smoothly.

"You’re Tessa Caldwell, right? The scammer’s kid." Tessa shivered. She tried to make herself small, holding the sheet tightly against her chest, fingers turning white. "Please leave," she said quietly, but firmly. The man didn’t move. He stood there, staring, disgust and curiosity mixed in his expression, like he was observing a rare animal at a circus. "You’re your boss’s ex-wife, right? The one he used to throw Robert in jail," he said with a sneer, glancing down at the sheet. "And now you’re his little prostitute? A secret that makes everyone in this house act weird, huh?"

“Oh, come on. He’s probably seen worse. And besides, we’re just two girls enjoying a little eye candy.” I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my seat. “This is a disaster.” Jessica, sensing my distress, turned the phone back to herself. “It’s fine. Besides, you know he’s probably used to this by now. Look at him. The man has a fan club.” I stared at the screen for a moment longer, taking in the photo of Dino, his broad shoulders, his confident stance, the way the sunlight reflected off his skin. It made my heart race, and not in the way I wanted it to. Was I really still this affected by him?

After I do that, he will never want to leave my side and he will see just how much he wants to be with me. My feelings for him had never changed but rather grew even stronger for him since the night we spent together at his apartment. It was just, I could not wait any longer. I needed to be with him; I needed him to be mine, once and for all. This whole thing had to stop. I never go for guys shorter than me but there was something about Callum that just made my cl*t f*cking throb. The more I thought about him, the more fascinated I became. His flaws and my fascination with him had grown into an obsession. My frustration and obsession had turned into lust. I just could not stop thinking about

"And you really look like someone who likes dark lyrics.” I gave an innocent smile, hiding in the background any characteristic of that little monster that lurking underneath.” "What's so dark about a woman who says she's crazy about someone?” "Nothing that is good comes from someone who is obsessed with someone else," he scored wisely. "You're right," I replied, arching an eyebrow. "Obsession always ends in a tragic way.

His hair was matted and dry, and a sour smell drifted from it. I felt my breath hitching as soon as I looked at the man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet unmistakably tinged with a familiar, obsessive intensity. It turned out that the man was none other than Zachary. I remained motionless, my mind emptied of all thought. That face—which had represented longing, then loathing—was now just a picture of utter decline. His eyes were deeply hollowed, his cheekbones were prominent, and his skin barely clung to the structure beneath.

I cried out in pain. He pulled me by my hairs and brought me closer to him. He grabbed me from behind and cupped my face. "Humans or wolves, angels or devils, no one could ever resist my charms, my power, my beauty. You think you can get away so easily? After all these years, I finally found the one who can make me surpass my own charms, I could never think that anyone could ever make me feel like this, anyone would ever be able to make me interested in them, because I was so full of myself. I never thought anyone could ever fulfill my standards. How can you even think of rejecting me? I am an alpha. I didn't ask for your opinion. If an alpha wants something, he gets it. A mere wolf like you

My days have gotten darker without my light, everything else doesn't make sense, no one knows how I feel, no one knows the emptiness, which sucks you to a dull and black hole. My world isn't the same anymore, I feel like there's no more life anymore, I'm not the same without her. I sigh, laying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I do my best to not think about those responsible, the pain they've caused me and their evil deeds. I know them, I found it all out the time she was taken out of my arms, the time they took my life away from me. How could someone let their obsession lead them to do such a crime, I don't understand how destroying ones life, could ever make that person rely on you,