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“You already have.” Elara’s lips were red and swollen, her eyes glistening, and her breath came in quick bursts. She was lying, and they both knew it. He leaned in once more, his nose brushing against hers. “You can’t fool me.” She turned her head away. “This doesn’t mean anything.” A low chuckle escaped his lips. “Say that again.” She didn’t respond. Instead, she pushed past him, her hands shaking as she reached for the door. But before she could open it, Marco quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into his arms. This time, he pressed her against the door, their bodies pressing closely together.

Elara's POV “Just a little bit more, Elara.” Marco's deep tone groaned in my ear, his face buried in my collarbone. He sniffed the area, nuzzling up the length of my bare neck. He kissed my collarbone and bit it, grazing the area with his canine. “Hmm,” I moaned, still weak from the first round. He licked off beads of water from my skin like he was tending to my bruised body, his hand gripped tight to my stomach, holding me back from falling.

Even as the pain made me convulse, I welcomed the feeling of my soul being stripped free and reborn. When it was finally over, I let out a long breath. My body felt unbelievably light. Far away, Marcus was shopping with Clara and the kids, laughing together. Suddenly, his chest tightened, and the suffocating sensation nearly made him collapse. But it passed in an instant. Confused, he brushed it off when Clara called his name, and he soon forgot about it altogether. They went to Firefly Woods. They took family photos and walked along the beach together. They had no idea that somewhere in the city, I had already left the pack behind, dragging my suitcase into an airport terminal.

“Which girl? I don't know what you're talking about.” “Don’t play dumb. You know I mean Amara. I kept fucking you while you play house with her.” I froze. “You don't have to worry,” Marco said smoothly. “Amara and I…. It’s nothing serious. Just a fling.” The words slammed into me—just a fling. The stranger pressed further. “And what if this fling leads to pregnancy?” Marco laughed. Laughed. “Pregnancy? That would never happen. And even if it did….. I’d never marry someone like Amara. She doesn't fit my status. I need someone like you.” His voice dipped lower, followed by the wet sound of a kiss.

I ran a hand over my face, trying to stop images of her in my mind from clawing back in, but it was useless. Marco’s lips twitched. I narrowed my eyes. “Does any of this look funny to you?” He raised both hands in mock surrender, but the smirk stayed. “It must have been one hell of a night if you didn’t even notice you were marked.” “Get out.” “Okay, okay.” He pushed off the wall, still grinning like an asshole. “I’m sorry. But seriously—what are you going to do about Liora? You still keeping her around? She still thinks she’s got a shot at being queen someday.”

"I have been secretly hiding on the West Coast all these years. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought of our future. How could I stand by and watch you play the doting wife to my crippled brother?" I scoffed and replied, "A future with me? You nearly killed me. We don't have a future together." Marco grabbed my shoulders and shouted. "Listen to me! The enemy has killed Leonora. Once I get rid of Romolo and become the Santis family's Don, we can go anywhere we want and start over." "Start over? You pushed me into the abyss, Marco. You!" I hissed. Marco leaned in to kiss me. He wouldn't let go even after I bit down on his lip.

“Marco doesn’t consider you as just a friend. And if I’ll have my way, if you’re not married, I’d like you for my cousin.” Elaine shook her head. She was a typical teen. She opens her mouth without thinking. She drank from her bottled water. “See here,” she said and she passed her cell phone to her. Elaine's eyebrows raised when she saw Marco’s picture in bed. He looked serious, holding and staring at the screen of his phone. “It’s Marco? What about this picture?” “If you’ll browse through his phone, there’s just four pictures in it. They’re all of you. When he’s in his room, all he does is stare at those.”

the brashness of Marco’s tone leaves Oliver stunned and ultimately submissive with his reply to the Lycan. “Lily told us that your memory loss would be a side effect of curing your curse. And since Tanya abandoned you, we thought it would be better that you didn’t remember her at all. So, we agreed to keep her existence a secret. We didn’t want to cause you anymore pain Marco.” Marco can only scoff in response, before stating. “Well, nevermind that now, I’m coming back to capital, and I need you to prepare a document for me.” ____________________

Letta asked, gazing at Marco, now at eye level with her. "Why not? It'll make our game easier," Marco replied, whispering right in front of her face. Letta then closed her eyes. Just hearing her husband's deep voice made her entire body react. Following that, Letta returned Marco's intense gaze. Lowering her hand, she caressed the side of Marco's neck, causing him to shut his eyes. He felt Letta's gentle touch, one he had never experienced before, not since she lost her memory.

Marco said, enjoying my struggle. I pouted and sulked, which only made Marco laugh more. “Fine! I lost. Happy now?” “Very,” he said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To the best loser I’ve ever met.” We continued our conversation, and I noticed Marco’s mood shifting. He began talking about his past, his voice growing more serious. “You know,” Marco started, “I had a fiancée once. Her name was Noelle.” I blinked, trying to keep up with his words. “Noelle... I feel like I’ve heard that name before.”