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he replies simply. I swallow hard. Of course, I already know that much, but hearing him confirm it makes it all the more real. “And… what exactly do you intend to do with me?” Kane sets his book down on the armrest and finally leans forward. Even in such a casual posture, he emanates authority. “That depends on you” he murmurs, his gaze searching mine. I hate how cryptic he is. How he never gives me straight answers. I clench my fists.

Kane had been gone two whole years, travelling the world or some crap, we all knew it was a mate hunt really, at 21 he was still yet to find her. Kane and Kash were incredibly similar, so similar in fact that they'd often been mistaken for twins by anyone that didn't already know them. Both had fluffy caramel hair like Auntie Cece and dark brown eyes like Uncle Mac along with his fairly muscular form, yet stood a few inches taller at 6ft 7.

I whisper as my eyes take him in. "Me." He simply states. Darn it, as much as I want to deny it- Kane is rather attractive, and I even haven't seen his face yet. "That's a big book you're holding, be careful, don't hurt yourself," Kane smiles, and only now I register that I didn't let go of the book. To escape the awkward situation, I have the silliest excuse ever. "Who knows, maybe I'll get attacked, and I can use the book to defend myself." I smile at him right when Kane bursts out in laughter. Again, that melodic laugh holds me captive.

“Oh, I’m not here to play games. I’m here to open your eyes. Kane isn’t who you think he is.” I turned slowly, arms crossed. “Really? And you are? Some sort of knight in shining armor coming to save me from the big bad wolf?” “More like a concerned relative trying to protect you from getting burned,” he said, his tone dripping with false sincerity. “Kane uses people, Caroline. He does what’s convenient for him. He’ll say all the right things, make you feel special, but when it’s time to choose, he’ll always choose himself. Just like he did with Diane. Just like he did with me.”

They sat in silence for a minute in which Sayan and Indrani snuggled closer and Kane fidgeted with a copy of the Canneti Dwan. There on the first page was the picture of the Power Plant Engineer and his stacks of stoners being loaded in a peacekeepers truck. Kane suddenly felt for his pocket and jumped. “What is it?” screeched Indrani. Kane looked at her and said nothing. He rummaged in his coat pocket deeper. His butcher’s knife was missing.

Kane’s office was off the library. The library itself was the kind of room people built when they wanted to look thoughtful without actually reading much. Dark shelves. Old leather-bound volumes. Comfortable chairs angled toward a fireplace that wasn’t lit. A desk tucked under a brass lamp that threw warm light across the surface and left everything else slightly shadowed. It was calming in the same way a courtroom could be calming—if you understood the rules. Kane Vale was standing when we entered. He didn’t look like Rowan. He didn’t carry the same obvious aggression. Kane’s strength was quieter, sharper. He had the calm of a man who’d learned the value of listening first.

He even elegantly assisted Lani in wiping her lips. As he touched her soft, jelly-like lips, Kane suppressed the desire to kiss her again to avoid intimidating Lani. "Now, I still have work to finish up today. You can sit here and wait for me," Kane instructed. "On the bookshelf, there are some books and magazines. If you get bored, feel free to read." Kane added after settling Lani on the sofa. Once Lani was seated, Kane called Ryan, instructing Ryan to prepare a light meal and a taro milk tea for Lani. Lani found a magazine related to showbiz that seemed recently acquired, perhaps reflecting Kane's interest in her industry.

Even if his eyes shon of mischief and mayhem! Turning over, I expected to see Kane beside me, either typing away on his laptop or reading some book that I couldn't understand. Because, of course, he read books in Latin or French! Just so he could read them to me in the husky voice that made me wet instantly. Knox may have the body of a god, but Kane, damn, he had this insane tone and aura that made me putty in his hands. Mike had tried his hand at being dominant with me in the bedroom once or twice, and all I had done was giggle, which had understandably upset him, and that dominance quickly turned into cruelty and anger.

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

I opened the message. **Mr. L:** "Have you seen this?" A link followed. I clicked it, curiosity piqued. The page loaded, and I froze, my eyes widening in disbelief. There, on the screen, was a picture of Kane. But that wasn’t the worst part. He was pulling Avery into a passionate kiss, his hand possessively on her waist. The headline read: **"Alpha King Kane Officially Announces Engagement to Fiancée, Former Luna Avery."**