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They never do. So I make sure he does. Permanently. Two left. They look at each other. Then at me. They’re not winning this. Not even close. “Run,” one of them says. Smart but too late. I move again. The sixth one doesn’t even get the chance he's gone in seconds. That leaves one. He stands there. Frozen. Breathing hard. Eyes wide. Terrified. I step toward him. He doesn’t move. “Please—” he starts.

He doesn’t deserve her. No one does. When she left that party the other night, I followed. She looked weak. Off. I knew something was wrong. I tried to flash to her — I’ve done it before, fast and clean — but I couldn’t reach her. Something got in the way. Usually, I can get to someone if there’s a strong enough bond. I had her scent. I was focused. But I still got pushed back. Maybe she doesn’t feel it yet. Maybe she’s fighting it.

His thumb lingered at my jaw. He leaned closer, breath warm, eyes dark. Close enough to feel. Close enough to fall. Then he pulled back suddenly, stepping away like he’d burned himself. “We can’t,” he said, voice low, strained. “Not yet.” The space he left behind felt cold. I looked down. “Okay.” “No,” he said. “Not okay. Nothing about this is okay.” “Then what do we do?” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once. “We keep going. We stay focused. And when the time is right…”

Composing himself. I bite into the inside of my cheek, feeling powerless. I’m sorry, I want to say. I know you care. I know it's hard. But he’s unreachable— a large, silent presence at my side as we walk to the car, his legs so much longer than mine, I have to break into a light jog to keep up with him. “Will you slow down?” “No.” He nods at a group of pack members who wave at him. Speeds up even more.

But I forced my feet forward, staring straight ahead. He doesn't get to ruin me and then claim me back. He can’t have his cake and eat it too—no matter how much this stupid mate bond keeps pulling at me.

Yvette Johnson did not learn the truth until her final moments: she had two husbands. One was Jordan Spencer. The other was his twin brother, Xander Spencer. They both loved Jade Harrison, the false heiress. But since they had no choice but to marry Yvette, the real heiress, they made a deal behind her back. They would take turns spending a week with her so neither brother would lose out.

“ What? Why are there all these damn rules? Look, one-fifth isn’t bad; you still have four-fifths of it left.“ “ No!” he shouts, baring his teeth. “Who’s power-hungry now?” I frown. “ I have to go.”He turns to leave. “ Whatever, just do it when the time comes.” He stops but doesn’t look back. “ That time will never come because my mate isn’t a witch. “ He snarls. Then without another word, he takes off in the opposite direction. Ugh, why is he so damn frustrating? He’s acting like I want this to happen. I frown as I make my way to my bike.

The only living reprobate probes with a taunting smirk. "Not until you're dead." I return amicably. "That won't happen today." He zooms out of my reach into the dense trees. I rush after him only to hear car tires peeling away. "Fuck." I race after my own vehicle, but I know it's a lost cause. I won't be killing that scamp today.

Lenox pov “You can’t be serious,” my sidekick gasps. “N-no, y-you just c-can’t,” he starts stuttering as his hand grabs my upper arm and he tries to pull me back. Too bad he doesn’t realise that his strength has nothing on me. No matter how much he tries to hold me back - he simply doesn’t have it in him to stop me. Ever. No army has stopped me before and I don’t plan on changing that. “I’ve made up my mind, my beautiful mutt. Come on, let’s go, we have no time to waste,” I flash him the weakest smile.

“Technically, I have a higher rank than you since you’re not even a student.” “All I have to do is pass the exam, right? When I do, we will be equal in rank.” “Not when you don’t know how to read.” He shot back. “Learn how to do that, and then we can talk.” After he says that, he begins to walk past us to head inside the building. For the past two days, I have been reminded why I specifically wanted to avoid meeting him. His attitude drives me insane to the point that I often imagine myself killing him in his sleep.