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My daily life. Lukas Trent becomes a monk. It had been about six weeks since I’d gotten laid and I really couldn’t remember a time I’d held out this long. Had the resistance. I didn’t even look at other chicks anymore, not really. Not when Natasha’s body called to me. Begged for me. I wanted the luscious tits that only seemed to grow a bit since I’d met them. They were so soft and she lost her mind with just about anything I did to them.

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Tristan was playing her, weaving a web of charm to mask his true intentions. But explaining the history between us, the depth of our rivalry, felt impossible in this charged moment. My brother, on the other hand, seemed to revel in the tension. Natasha's words stung. How could the princess of a kingdom be so naive? Was she so easily swayed by a stranger's charm that she dismissed my actions out of hand? “It is my duty to take care of new students. Don't think much into this.”I countered, frustration edging into my voice. “You have no idea who this guy is, Natasha.”

Now I was sitting across from Stephan and Heath in our hideout, a map spread across the table between us. “She’s moving sooner than expected,” I said, tracing the inked lines of the map with my finger. “Lady Natasha’s invasion is set for the eve of the full moon. Her formation is that the main force will come from the west and the smaller units will infiltrate from the lower ridge.” My brother hummed. “Her priority is Brooks,” I added. “Somehow, she already knows her powers are manifesting.” Heath’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. “And how the hell would she know that?”

I tell myself that means I’m doing the right thing. If being quiet makes Daddy happy, then I can be quiet forever. I stop telling him when I have bad dreams, I stopped telling him when I miss him and also when my chest hurts. Because strong girls don’t need to be told they matter. They already know…Don’t they? **** The tension finally snapped the following Tuesday afternoon. Ethan was away settling a border dispute, leaving the pack house under Natasha’s careful, smiling supervision. She spent the morning walking its halls, her gaze sharpening at every reminder of the woman who had lived, and been loved, there before her.

Her thoughts ruminated over everything, everywhere, all at once. It is true Natasha had spent the last couple of days crying over a man that wasn't even her mate. But that was in the day. At night, she would sneak out with Lisa and a few other members of the House of Thorne to the underground city of Hayden. Beneath the rainbow and sunshine and courtesy of the Hayden Kingdom, lies a more savage and vulgar city. Introduced to the dark alleys of Haden by Lisa, Natasha spent her nights from one nightclub to the farthest orgy and the nearest scandalous illegal events. The one the night before was particularly quiet, as she may or may not have made out with Lisa’s mate. Hence, probably, she had g

Natasha. My stomach tightened. I set down my pencil and moved quietly toward the main living area. They stood near the entrance, Natasha in a tailored black coat that accentuated her elegant frame, her dark hair swept into a flawless chignon. She looked every bit the formidable EVP—poised, intelligent, and carrying the quiet confidence of someone who had never dimmed herself for a man. “I wouldn’t come here if it wasn’t urgent, Khalid,” she was saying, her voice clipped but urgent. “Richard’s dealings… I have documents. Offshore accounts, regulatory shortcuts on the European merger. It could sink Voss Holdings if it goes public.”

Natasha stated seductively before hanging up. Natasha Sinclair is just like me. She is also an original vampire. There are four of us - Hendrick Marcus, Steven Mitchell, Natasha and me. We separated many years ago. Natasha was the only one who keeps tabs on us and keeps us all connected. She is a devious seductress. But this was the first time she called me about a problem that she had trouble solving. She always finds her way. I was about to drink the blood I reheated when I heard Patricia screaming I immediately run to her room. She was screaming covered with sweat.

Bryant says grasping both of Nats hands in his with a sad face. "Thank you Mr. Bryant," Natalie says with a small smile. I go back to holding her hand the second he lets her go but this time I start rubbing small circles on the back of her hand with my thumb. Hopefully reassuring her. I smile when she moves closer to me. We take our normal seats and everyone approaches us to introduce themselves to Nat. It's nice to see that she is slowly relaxing. Everyone is very kind to her and I can see its having a positive effect.

Whenever she went there, she would only ride her bike under the unforgiving rays of the sun, making her skin darker than it originally was. Natasha was fond of reading books since then, and her favorite books to read were those pocketbooks that she'd rent in the town. She never showed those to her grandmother as the latter would surely get mad. That was why she often read whenever the lights had been turned off just so her grandmother would think that she was already fast asleep, even when she'd be reading under her blanket with a flashlight just to give a little light. It was no longer a surprise that her vision had started to blur, making a thick pair of glasses necessary.