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My wolf paced beneath my skin, but she was not alone anymore. Something stood behind her. Tall. Still. Crowned in branches and flame. I pressed a hand to my chest. “What did we do?” Damien’s face had gone pale. “I don’t know.” The house groaned. Kael stepped through the ruined doorway, rain dripping from his black coat. His silver eyes moved from Damien’s mouth to mine. Then to the floor. Then back to me. His expression hardened. “You fed it.” Damien turned on him with a snarl. “Careful.”

“She didn't just die; she was killed! Your father killed her, Nathan! If he hadn't slept with her and impregnated her, there would be no reason for her to have thought of abortion.” “So what's going to happen now? Why am I being the one tied up here?” “That's a perfect question, Nathaniel,” his tone was deadly as he beckoned to the guards standing there. “The sins of the father is visited upon the son. That is the way of our world.” “No!” I yelled. Two hulking men entered the cell. “You can't do this to me, Alessandro. I'm innocent, I loved her!’ “Strip him of his dignity,” Alessandro commanded, though there was nothing left to take.

This is why you must never go out alone. He tilted his head, watching me with a perfectly unbothered expression. "Who is Kael Damen?" "He is the Alpha of the BloodFang Pack, our sworn enemy," I explained, leaning closer as if the monster himself could hear us. "He is a psychopath. Rumor has it that he is so brutal, he literally takes showers in the blood of his victims to maintain his strength. He is a merciless beast."

“And if that is true, then the file isn't the real problem.” “No,” I agreed quietly. “You are.” His eyes flickered slightly. Not with fear, but with understanding. Finally, fully understanding what he had become in this game. Not collateral, not an inconvenience. A fucking asset, and assets got people killed. A knock interrupted the silence before either of us could speak again. I looked towards the door immediately. “Come in.” One of my men stepped inside carefully. “There's a problem.” “There's always a problem,” I muttered. “What is it?”

A warning squeeze on her ankle then higher. Fuck. By the time they reached the twenty-minute mark, Kenzie was throbbing. She could still feel the ghost of his cock stretching her. Every shift in her seat made her aware of the faint, sticky reminder he’d left inside her that morning when he’d bent her over the bathroom counter before she left his apartment. “Miss Hale,” Damien said, voice deceptively calm, “you’ve been unusually quiet on the theme of invasion and corruption. Care to share?”

“Kale, you’re not a pup anymore. Damian had his entire future mapped out at your age. Or is this because of that useless omega?” And there it was.

Right? …Oh God. I collapsed onto my bed, mentally screaming. Lucian was… intense. Rough. Confident. Very, VERY experienced. And I was… A virgin. A painfully curious, sexually frustrated virgin who just accidentally watched the hottest live-action p**n in existence performed by the one man who already made my stomach do cartwheels when he was fully clothed. Now I’d seen… everything. I rolled onto my back and covered my burning face. “I’m going to hell.”

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Elizabeth stood in the middle of the bedroom, heart racing. She was falling into something she couldn’t escape. A man who loved her like an obsession. A war that started with betrayal. And a world where darkness was the only thing that ever came for her. Outside, the thunder roared. And somewhere deep in the mansion, Liam’s voice echoed: “Time to make someone scream.”

Kael, Damain’s best friend, was beside her, his presence only worsening the sick feeling in my gut. Kael's sharp gaze scanned me before turning to Damian. "Congratulations, Damian. You did it," he said, as he extended a handshake towards Damian. Seriously? I had known that Kael was up to no good. We've never gotten along in the past, but I didn't realise he was such an asshole. So, he knew about Damain's schemes to steal my family's legacy." "Elara," he taunted, his lips curling. "How does it feel....to be a nobody now?"