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he said while looking into my eyes. “Umm, do you guys know each other?” Devyn awkwardly butted in. “No!” I quickly denied. “We’re mates,” Arlo said, still not looking away from my face. My eyes widened in surprise. I removed his grip from my hand and vigorously shook my head. “We’re not. This is our first time meeting,” I denied. “I’ve never even seen him!” I chuckled. Arlo quickly ripped my mask then observed my face. He then flashed a bright smile and held onto my hand once again. “No, you’re definitely my mate. Devyn! She’s the girl that I was telling you about.” he pointed at me.

I smile at her to reassure her that it's okay. She hasn't yet learned how to control that ability of hers and I smile thinking of something that can help her. She's too precious to be ignored for something that can actually be a masterpiece. A treasure box. "It's Zaitelle, you can call me Zai," As soon as our hands touch, fate starts to work its job and I never knew that the mo ment our path crossed, something will happen that I never expect. What is your role in my life, Jazeera?

That's physically painful. "You're lying. That pup is mine. You could never do such deception to me. I know you. You're my mate. The goddess of the moon blessed us to be together. Rion~" "But we're not together, Matthew. Also, speaking of deception, I think you have a fair share of that. Tell me, why did you do it? Is it because of your responsibility? Tell me, Matthew Moore!" if his tone was brisk, stuttered, and trembling, mine was the opposite. Calm, stern, and deep.

Mate?" The word kept going through my mind like a mean whisper. How could this huge man say something like that? My mate turned their back on me, lied to me, and then left me to die. The moon goddess would never tie me to someone else. Not him. Dominick's tight grip on me made me stiff, and his warmth didn't help calm the storm in my chest. For the first time since that bad day, my wolf woke up. He feels it too.

Akira threw her question at me, asking me the same thing I had earlier wanted to avoid—the same question I had feigned ignorance about. Her gaze was fixed on me as she waited for my response, but since it had gotten to that, I knew I couldn't escape it anymore. A small smile curled my lips, and I said to her, "I can never be his mate; I'm just a poor Omega." My voice, although small, was firm enough to convey my hidden intentions—don't even think of it! But the words had barely left my lips when Akira's face broadened with a smile. "I know, Xenra, I know you can never be his mate," She said, "I was just asking. I just wanted to hear your opinion about my brother, if he was someone you could

All at once, Raine found herself immediately aware of the other man’s presence, like her wolf was physically straining to be close to him, aching to close the space between them and finish what they’d started before Ronan interrupted. It didn’t make sense. Raine loved Ronan. She did. There wasn’t even a shadow of doubt about it. Ronan was her mate. Her heart had never known any other man, and she wasn’t sure it ever would. But this thing with Matthias was magnetic. Like a force she couldn’t stop even as her heart told her it was a bad idea. He met her gaze from across the room, and the heat in those steely grey orbs shot straight through her body, pooling low in her belly until her legs shoo

****************** AUTHOR NOTE So guys, what do you think about this chapter? Matteo is getting darker with his schemes, and now he’s targeting Richardo’s sister. Do you think she’ll end up falling into his trap, or do you believe she might surprise him and fight back? I’m really curious to hear your thoughts because her role could change everything.

Every time I tried the call, he was tracing, triangulating, trying to pin down where Raphael was. “Keep dialing,” Nico said, voice flat. “He’ll answer eventually. He wants to.” I didn’t need convincing. Raphael was a sadist. He loved games too much to stay quiet forever. So I kept calling. Once. Twice. Ten times. My thumb was a weapon against the screen, and with each failed attempt, my fury burned hotter. Matteo slammed a chair against the wall. “He’s playing with us. He took her right under our fucking noses. Do you get that?” His voice broke. “She trusted us.”

“Matt, I’m not just someone you could order around. You can’t honestly expect me to break the Chief’s rules.” Matteo groaned over the phone. Amanda could easily visualize a scowl marring his face. “Screw the Chief,” he said,“I want you by my side, Cait.” “Matt, you’re acting stubborn. Are all mages like that?” she herself now produced a frown. “Only to their mates,” Matteo replied pointblank. “I am not your mate,” and Amanda did the same. “Yet,” he corrected. With this, she heaved a deep sigh and massaged her temple.

Matteo spoke again before I could say anything. “She deserves the truth,” he said. My brows narrowed just a little. “What truth?” I asked, my voice strained more than I had hoped. Matteo's eyes met mine. And everything else disappeared for a brief time. “She is my mate and there’s a punishment that follows,” he answered. The words struck me like a rushing force. Before my brain could, my body responded. I immediately shook my head and moved back a bit. “No,” I said, my voice steady despite the way my hands shook slightly.