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I braced for the impact— —but a roar split the night. A golden blur crashed into the Voidhollow, knocking it across the gym. The creature shrieked, slamming into the wall with bone-rattling force. I blinked through the dust. A boy stood between me and the monster—broad shoulders rising and falling, golden hair catching the moonlight. His eyes glowed molten amber, his jaw set with fierce determination. Auren Ryker Drakovar. I knew him, even though today was just my first day. Everyone talked about him, but unlike Kael and Lucien. He is a quiet one. According to what I heard, he is a Dragon Prince and heir to the throne.

"I need to take all of my enemies down, and from recent events, I have learned that I can not do them all by myself without losing someone I love. That is why I am asking for your help." Again, Victor chose silence for a few minutes. A short conversation was going to be very long at that point, but I needed to see it through. "And what about that bastard you made a deal with? Is he not going to help you?" There was a bit of mockery in his voice, and I understood why. "He didn't even help save my mother. What makes you think he will help this time?" I shot back, the anger I was trying to bury deep in my stomach trying to rise up to my chest.

It was overflowing with indulgence and affection. I knew that look too well. He looked at me that way when he crossed the entire territory just to pick a flower for me at dawn. He looked at me that way when he stayed up for days guarding me when I had a high fever. He looked at me that way at our mating ceremony when he knelt on one knee before the Moon Goddess and swore his oath. I knew he was talking to that woman. Watching his deep affection, I felt dazed. Kael was famous in the werewolf community for his loyalty.

"Good. Now, eat. You look fragile, and I prefer my prizes to be strong enough to hold their weight." As I walked toward the dining hall, I realized the "Monster" wasn't just paying for Leo's life. He was rebuilding mine into something he could control. I was Chapter 10 of a story I didn't want to be in, and the ending felt further away than ever.

"No way! I will never marry Dexter! A loser like him could never be worthy of me. I was born to be on top!" She glanced at Mom. "By the way, where's Hazel? Didn't she come back? Well, it makes sense. If I'd married a loser like Dexter, I wouldn't dare either." As soon as she said that, someone called out for Mom. "Mrs. Spencer! Hazel asked me to tell you that she left with Dexter. Don't worry about her." The messenger handed Mom several boxes of gifts and shoved a bulky envelope into her hands before rushing off. When Mom opened it, she found dollar bills inside, which added up to roughly one thousand dollars. The letter inside nearly knocked her off her feet.

He had still not erased the look in her eyes when she called him a monster. Monster? Was that what he was to her? Was that what she saw him as all along? Liam felt his heart rip into a million pieces and he couldn't breathe. If she really hated him this much, how could she have pretended to love him all these while?

" 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁. "I'm a monster. That's what I am." 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗯𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘃𝗼

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

But before I could react, he wrapped his warm, calloused hand around my ankle. "Yeah," his voice was hoarse as he coaxed me. "I’m built solid. Don’t hurt yourself." I refused to let it go. With a sigh, he said, "They’re wrong. You will always be worthy of love." "Then why don’t you love me?" "Because I like you." I tilted my head up. He leaned down. Then, a soft, lingering kiss landed on his thumb, which was gently pressed against my lips. "I don’t want to lie to you. I like you, but I’m not sure if that like is enough to call love. I don’t even know if I’m capable of loving someone."

If he had a lover, I could use that against him. "Ahh, that's it. So it turns out the monster's heart isn't so black after all." I gave him an amused look, leaning back in my chair, taking out another slice and taking a bite. He thought we were monsters. The filth of the earth, so I was playing it out for him. I smacked my lips together as I chewed my pizza and then took another bite before talking.