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Hot, dark red blood welled up from the cut, dripping onto the desk. I pressed my bleeding, trembling hand directly onto the bottom of the parchment, leaving a dark crimson handprint perfectly stamped over my name. A blood-seal. It carried the pure, undeniable scent of my Lycan soul. It proved every single word was the truth. "Guards!" I roared at the top of my lungs. The doors flew open. My two fastest, most elite Lycan Knights rushed into the study, bowing instantly. I rolled the parchment tightly and shoved the blood-sealed letter directly into the lead knight's chest plate.

Lucia's POV I don't understand what Damien is talking about. I looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean?” I said. He looked at me, his eyes not losing their glare. “Keep pretending, and okay the innocent act. But you can't fool me because you're just as rotten as your bloodline. “You carry that deceiving and disgusting pretense, something that Romanos are very good at.” “My bloodline?” I furrow my brows. “My father was a good man.”

A small broken sound escapes me before I can stop it. My Marcello goes still, shocked I made a noise other than fear. That realisation wipes the smile straight off my face. His gaze drops to my mouth and the heat in his expression is brief but devastating. I suddenly become horribly aware that I’m alone in a motel room with a man capable of killing people with his bare hands. A very attractive man. A very dangerous man. "How old are you, Raine?" "Twenty-three." "Too young to look this tired." Something about the way he says it almost sounds angry, at me, and I don’t know why that hurts.

“It’s just so unfair. I’d swoon if I was the type to.” Lucas snorted. “Well, it seems you are the type because you’re definitely swooning right now. Any more and you’ll fall out of your chair.” Elsa leveled a glare at him. “Shut up, Lucas. I’m just a sucker for long hair, that’s all.” That was definitely true. There was a reason why she was obsessed with Roman Reigns for the longest time. She absolutely had a type. “And it’s not just his hair,” she continued, clearly not done. “It’s his eyes, too. They’re a soft gray but they’re intense. Really intense. The kind that looks like they’re judging you without saying a word.”

Mark reached over and pulled off his cigarettes and lighter from the nightstand. There he put two cigarettes in his mouth and lit them. He kept one and handed the other to Heather. Heather took in a long drag from the cigarette. She then blews out smoke rings to match the Rings mark was now blowing. There smoke rings intertwined becoming one. This was their love becoming one...

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Christina explained immediately. “Oh, my bad for making the assumption,” the doctor apologized. It was now that the sight of Michael brought upon some sense of familiarity. It appeared that this was Young Master Larson, who was rumored to be engaged to the mayor’s daughter not long ago. “No, you’re right. She’s my wife!” Michael corrected before extending his hand to Christina again. “Does it still hurt? Bite again if it still does.” She turned away. “Disgusting!” The doctor continued on with the inspection when the shuffling of hurried footsteps was heard in the corridor. “Doctors? Where are the doctors?”

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

I ripped off his shirt and my suspicions became true. He had the insignia of the Russian Mafia which means the attempted rape was planned. I walked towards the whisky cabinet content to let Lorenzo handle it but when he became cockier I got tired. With a glass of whisky in my hand,I moved towards the duo. Right in front of them,I gulped it down. It trailed down my lips and disappeared in the middle of my breasts. I could see Lorenzo's eyes follow them down the trail they made before he visibly gulped. "Who sent you", Lorenzo asked in that deep voice of his that sent vibrations and shivers all over my body.

Top buttons undone. When I walk down to the private garage, Rosella’s already there. She turns around as I approach. “Hi,” she says softly, her voice carrying a mix of anxiety and relief. I ignore her greeting completely, walking straight past her while masking the awe that crashes into my chest. God… she looks like a goddess. But I refuse to let her see just how much she affects me. Roman is already behind the wheel of the yellow Lambo. I pull open the rear door and gesture for her to get in first. Once she does, I slide into the seat beside her.