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And how can I ever reject him. Actually, I have been thinking about the same thing since we are back. I know I promised him a lush wedding. But I was waiting for him. I am not surprised to know that he can read my thoughts. He is like that. "Are you sure Jeremy"? I turned to him and he sealed the deal. In his own style by slamming our lips together. And I can never be happier. ************** General POV

Quill said, avoiding my gaze in what I thought was embarrassment. I lifted him up. “Quill you do not have to feel embarrassed or anything like that. You are awesome and any girl would be lucky to have you. I am also not making this decision based on the fact that I think William is stronger than you or anything like that. Quill, I love you but as a friend. My heart chose William.” I glanced at William and back at Quill. “I hope you find a better life and hopefully, you eventually forgive me if I have hurt you today.”

It was so strong and nice to the extent I couldn't stop myself from getting close to it. I moved closer and closer, as the scent also became stronger. At that moment, the left door flew open, revealing a very familiar figure, my enemy. As soon as I laid my eyes on him, my mind drifted back to the horrible scene of how he ruined me. Jayden Morningstar, the son of our Alpha. My breath hitched, my heart hammering against my ribs as if it would leap out of my chest any moment soon. I stared at him, as my hands ran cold.

“I don't give a fuck about anyone's affair, but I would do anything to bring Kael down. ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’. Today is the only day I get to use this phrase.” He slammed something on the desk, his palm covering it. “I would love to see him suffer, but a dead body is also manageable.” He raised his hand, an invitation card coming into view. “I was sent one. I never attend these things but that doesn't mean this opportunity has to be useless.” I faced him, leaning back on my seat. “You just want me to help you bring Kael down.” He shrugged. “It's a win-win situation.” “I don't need your invitation–”

The beam of his flashlight had landed on something buried beneath mud and weeds. A gravestone. Half-hidden. Weathered. Forgotten. Celine approached slowly. Her stomach tightening. The guard wiped away years of dirt. Words emerged. Names. Dates. An inscription. And suddenly nobody was breathing anymore. Because the gravestone didn't belong to Sebastian Wolfe. Or Victor Kane. It belonged to someone else. Someone whose name made Adrian physically stagger backward. Someone he clearly recognized. Someone Celine had never heard of. ELIAS KANE. Beloved Son. 1998–2006.

"Is there a reason you're asking?" His thumb traced my lower lip. Gentle. Almost loving. That was how I knew I should be afraid. "Elijah Roosevelt is my enemy, Lara. He's tried to take everything from memy business, my reputation, my father's approval." His thumb stopped moving. "If I find out you touched him any more than medicine requiredif I find out you enjoyed touching himI will make you regret the day your father sold you to me." I didn't flinch. I'd learned not to.

The way he said my name. All lies? Rylan watched me close. “You okay?” I didn’t answer right away. The woods stretched quiet ahead. Freedom waited. But behind me the compound still stood. Eli inside it. My mate. My enemy. Everything I thought I knew cracked wide open. And I didn’t know which way to run.

Through the slow and stubborn and occasionally terrifying act of building something real in the ruins of something broken. Through the man sitting beside me who had chosen me not in spite of what I had to lose but because of everything I was willing to fight for. I looked at Adrian Bellington my enemy’s son, my unlikely partner, the most complicated and unexpected thing to happen to me in eight years of a very complicated life and felt the word home settle in my chest like it had always been waiting there. I decided, this time, not to argue with it.

Vine I doubted if I brushed my teeth before storming out of my mansion for the council hall. The first thing that greeted me that morning wasn’t coffee. It was papers. The words still tainted my head TRANSFER OF ASSETS. SIGNED: VINE KEANE. It had my signature at the end. But...but this wasn't the project papers. This wasn't the "new hunting grounds" my mate, alpha Jose told me about. My hands were shaking as three weeks ago, in his office, he'd kissed my forehead.

’ It is funny that Kye is now referring to Keiran as a bastard, but that's exactly what he is. ‘Yes. Once. And I don't even know why that is possible. We are enemies. Sworn enemies. But he initiated a kiss first and forced me to give him a blow job.’ I don't even know why I tell Kye that, But I feel comfortable enough to share and it's not as if the both of us are exclusive. ‘Forced you?’