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as I raise the gun. "NOW!"

“You belong to me, Riley. No one else. Do you understand?” I wanted to tell him no, to spit in his face and storm out of the room, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I found myself staring at him, at the sharp line of his jaw, the way his dark eyes seemed to see straight through me. He was infuriatingly handsome, his features chiseled and perfect, his body radiating strength and dominance. It wasn’t fair. How could someone so cruel look so… perfect? “I don’t,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

His beast is close to the surface. He's beautiful like this. Unhinged, untamed… wild. Can a man be beautiful? I can't say but that's the only thing I can use to describe him. My lycan reaches out to him out of instinct, but all we are met with is a tornado of emotion and something else I can't place. I don't think commander Roan realises it… or he suspects because his eyes keep bouncing between both of us. “Leave us, Roan.”

"To be honest... I was demoted. Someone else is commander now. A man named Vesper. He's cruel, ambitious, and beyond greedy. He sees Azren as nothing more than fuel for his own selfish desires. If I can bring the essence and prove we can do this without killing your husband, I might be able to stop what they're planning." Before I can respond, the café door opens with a loud chime. A tall man with a large, jagged scar running from his left temple down across his cheek walks in. His presence sucks the air out of the room. He's dressed in a crisp black suit, moving with the confidence of someone who knows he owns everything he sees. His cold grey eyes land on our table. Finn tenses instantly.

I stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.

Something didn't feel right. "Roman" she whispered. "Yeah. Anything. Say anything and your wish is my command, princess" "I don't want you"

January 27, 3043 Oskar was promoted to Colonel. He now has a patrol area and also a private residence in the military district. He told me that I was good at rollerblading, so I'd better focus my training on swords and daggers. The gun just weakens me. He said that even though he was also good at riding and using a gun at the same time. He's annoying. "..." You could say, this is the only outpouring of her heart that I found in this diary.

"You refuse to grovel, huh? If you don't, I'll smash this pathetic bottle under my boot! I'll let that faking bitch breathe her last right now!" "Excellent! You really are a pathetic, submissive little thing, aren't you, Yvonne?" "If she's just going to play sick, she should just drop dead and get it over with. She's just a waste of space here." Joseph's heartless command as he told the student athletes to strap us to the roof of the ambulance rang out, "You lot! Get over here—grab Wanda and Yvonne, lift them onto the roof of the ambulance, and strap them down!"

THE END OF (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND) First, thank you. Thank you for picking up my novel, (YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND). Thank you for opening the first chapter when you didn’t know me. Thank you for opening the second, and the tenth, and the one-hundredth, when life was busy and your time was precious. In a world full of noise, distractions, and endless choices, you chose to sit with my words. That means more to me than I can ever fit into one letter, but I’m going to try my best anyway.

He didn’t bother to look up. “She doesn’t obey very well, does she?” Hunter said with disapproval, searing her with those icicle eyes. “Depends on who’s doing the ordering,” she replied angrily. No way was she going to be bullied by him, no matter how scary looking he was. Hunter raised a brow, his eyes flickering over her again as though reassessing her. “Well, you’re going to have to learn how to follow my orders, and quickly, sweetheart.” She glanced up at Damien in confusion. Who were these guys?