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Not with Shane somewhere in the house. He was far enough that he wouldn’t hear her…but still. Eveline closed her eyes, and a face slid into her thoughts. Deep gray eyes, chiseled jaw, a wicked mouth, and lean, long fingers that just knew how to work their way around her pussy. Lucien Roswood. She was thinking about him, in a house with her fiancé. But she couldn’t stop. Eveline bit her lip hard, her head falling back against the cool porcelain edge. She tried to fight it—clenching her thighs together under the water—but the ache only sharpened.

I snapped. Lucian's pupils shrank when he saw my wounds. A flicker of guilt flashed across his eyes before he apologized, "I'm sorry, Roxanne. I… I didn't know Evelyn had wounded you so badly. I'm willing to do anything to compensate you. I'll grovel before your feet if I have to!" I let out a scoff. "And how much do you think that's worth to me? You want to leave? Fine. But you'll need to pay the price first."

“You’re... not angry?” “Oh, I’m enraged,” Lucien said, voice smooth like smoke. “But I’m also intrigued.” He tapped a finger against the glass. “This boy—this Lynx—got into my house. Not through the door, not with a key. He slithered through the wires and shadows, peeked into my vault like a child pressing his nose to a lion’s cage.” Lucien turned, eyes gleaming with something darker than fury—fascination. “I want to know why.”

“I’m so glad we’re finally together after everything.” “I’m glad too,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile. I hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him. “Lucian, did you ever read the rules in that book?” He frowned slightly and shook his head. “No, not yet. Why?” “Oh, heaven,” I whispered. “Lucian, the things in there are terrible. They talk about me having to submit to you completely, about me not being allowed to share your room unless you say so.”

"So you see, whatever the moon goddess thinks she's doing right now, she's made a mistake. I'm not someone worth choosing. I'm not someone worth anything." I expected him to look uncomfortable. I expected him to reconsider, the way people always did when they realized how much damage had already been done to me. Instead, Zander Cane slowly lowered himself down onto one knee in front of me. My breath caught. He looked up at me from that position, this powerful, legendary Lycan King kneeling in the dirt of the woods as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Tana." He said my name like he had always known it. "What was done to you was cruel. And whoever did it to you was a fool."

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

She would see the Lycan again. Her head was in a state of euphoria as she lay in bed, imagining herself unravelling the mystery of her saving stranger. The smiles, and her much sought opportunity to say thank you to him. Until she asked herself the damning question. Then what? She was fresh from a heartbreak, and the pain of being left alone on her wedding day. What would happen if she and the Lycan fell in love? Would she not be exposing herself to the pain twice? Why did she even want to see him?