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Niko said, gla ncing up at Noah’s face. “He’s bi, and he likes you,” Niko muttered. Noah’s eyes widened. “What!!!???” he screamed out.

shouted a voice that was familiar to me. I looked at my back. Nicko is also smiling and holding another map. He is no longer wearing a male blazer and the end of his long sleeve is also folded. He even removed his neck tie. What’s even more funny about his appearance is that he’s only on his feet. “Why are you on your bare feet?” I said here as it approached me. “So that I can move properly. You, get on your feet too.” He pointed at my shoes. I smiled here then I let him hold the map I was holding and sat on the side to take off my shoes and socks.

Its doors were shattered, and shards of glass covered the wooden floor. The rare discontinued Labubu and limited-edition Zimomo figures that I'd spent five years collecting from all over the world were now all decapitated and dismembered. Some had their arms snapped off, while others had their faces stomped flat. Singer from The Monster Forest Concert collection—a global limited edition of only ten pieces—was now being trampled underfoot by five-year-old Celeste Atwood. She was grinding it beneath her little leather shoes, pressing down hard on its vinyl face.

Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms. The Omega's lip jutted out in a pout as he wrapped his arms around Art's neck. Nikola felt like his heart would explode. The Omega fairy was adorable and reminded him so much of Milo.

Dim, ambient lighting from designer sconces and a modern chandelier casts a warm glow, completing the room’s atmosphere: refined, dangerous, and undeniably captivating. Framed pictures of himself, vintage cars, and cityscapes hang on the walls, hinting at power, legacy, and control. One picture catches my attention. It's a picture of Nico hugging a very beautiful girl from the back, and laughing happily. I suddenly feel a pang of jealousy, and I turn toward him. “Who is she, Nico??”

But I trust them, knowing that if they accidentally take things too far, I can use my safe word and this all stops. When Niko stands, his cock is near my face, and I fight the overwhelming urge to lean in and taste him. As if reading my thoughts, he chuckles softly. "I know, sweet girl. I want to fuck your pretty mouth so bad, but you don't get that tonight." Well...what are we doing then? The question dances on the tip of my tongue, but I know better than to ask. Niko gathers my hair in his hands, tying it up with a rubber band he pulls from his wrist. His fingers tug slightly, making my scalp tingle and my toes curl. He then steps back, admiring his work and a faint smile tugs at his lips.

I'm just hoping no one notices. "This again?" Niko's eyes flick up to my own. Mischievousness plays in his irises, warning me of his mood. Holding his gaze, I silently begged him to play fair, but he only smirked, turning around dramatically. His arm flew around my waist to pull me close. I'm plastered to the side of his body now as we both stare at Franko, who's gritting his teeth and fisting his hands. "Did you not get the message earlier? Bianca is my fiancé. Soon to be my wife. You have no hold on her. So do us all a favour and back the fuck off," Niko spits angrily.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

Noah walked up and down the aisle as he talked, stopping next to me as he looked at everyone. Niko was looking around at the others and his body suddenly stiffened, and his eyes widened when he felt fingers running through his fur. He slowly raised his head and looked up at Noah who wasn't even looking at him. Noah's side leaned against us as he spoke to everyone. His fingers ran through our fur along our neck, and down our back absent-mindedly. Niko blinked as he stared up at Noah. He couldn't believe someone was touching him. His eyes slowly closed, and his head leaned into his hand as Noah began scratching Niko behind the ear.

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.