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That pull, that wild sweetness that cut through every other smell, had dragged me straight to her. My doubts had flickered when her adopted sister, Lyra fluttered around pretending to be the gentle one, but I had watched how Zeke gripped her sister’s arm too tight and how Keira’s eyes hid sharp pain beneath the surface. Lyra wore victimhood like armor while sharpening knives underneath. I had wanted this marriage with Keira from the start. Thank the Moon Goddess it worked out exactly that way. She tilted her head, studying me like I might sprout fangs any second. The corner of my mouth twitched higher. For one perfect heartbeat everything felt right.

She responded with a few chuckled. “You have to cage this woman, Maia! She’s the charming girl in town, girls like her so much!” Miles said. I raised my brow and chuckled “Well, thought I have to cuff her tonight” I laughed softly. “Well, that’s a good idea!” He chuckled. Lena rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. She’s staring at Miles with a raised brow after. “Hahaha don’t worry Maia. She’s not that kind of woman” He chuckled. “She may be cute, Maia” He started.

“You did not ask, perhaps, the name of the lady whom Feran wants to marry?” “Well, my dear sir, what do I care about her name? I know only that when I put horns on Feran, she will be Madame Deer. In my youthful years I was a fellow of no ordinary beauty. Only let me tell you how I carried off the palm of martyrdom in Galáts. You see that hole in my forehead? It is enough for me to say that the eunuchs in the harem of the local pasha made it.” “But you said the bullet of a robber made it.”

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

I whispered tenderly to Marilyn, who nodded with her eyes fixed on Jarek, glaring at him. "The moon goddess paired me with a little troublemaker, " I thought and smiled, shocking Jarek. "Yo…you just smiled," he stammered. "Let's leave Jarek. My Mari wants to take a rest," I ushered him out. "Your Mari? Don't tell me you fell for a mermaid. And one without scales at…" he trailed off when he finally noticed Marilyn's scales. "Beautiful," he mumbled with his eyes fixed on Marilyn's tail.

"I do not care about others pup but for me you came into my life as an Angel and Angels can not be cursed can they ? _________________________________ Hope you liked it (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠) Marilyn's past is coming in the next chapter >⁠.⁠< Xavier and Marilyn being each other's safe place, will they understand their feelings and confess or.... .⊂⁠(⁠・⁠﹏⁠・⁠⊂⁠) keep enjoying the book and give your love o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Lila interrupted lightly. “I’m not saying I’ll end her.” The fact that she even had to say that made Marisa feel worse. Lila leaned back again calmly. “But one way or another…” Her eyes darkened slightly. “…Selena will not be with Adrian. "

Marilyn’s POV The library smelled like dust and old pages, a scent I secretly enjoyed even though I never admitted that to Caroline. She was already stacking books in her arms, her blonde curls bouncing as she moved shelf by shelf. I laughed knowing she would never be able to finish reading all those books today. “Take a look at this one, are you sure you don’t want it?” She called out, waving a massive hardcover book titled “ lunar legends and lore” I raised an eyebrow. “ Come on Caroline, you know I don’t go for such.”

He always did. She leaned back against the seat, exhaling shakily as her stomach pain ebbed into a dull throb. “Let’s go,” she murmured. Marilyn glanced at her once more in the rearview mirror, hesitating — but Serena’s gaze was fixed out the window, toward the villa she never entered. Without another word, Marilyn stepped on the gas, and the car pulled away — leaving the sunlit gates of Manhattan Villa shrinking quietly in the distance. ---