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The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

“You just made yourself his enemy.” After school, Robert drives me back to the mansion and the ache comes out of nowhere that I wonder if mom’s also thinking about me, wherever she is or if she ever regrets leaving. Robert notices my silence. “You okay back there, Miss June?” “Fine.” I lie, staring out the window at the manicured lawns and perfect hedges that line the estate. He gives me a look in the rearview mirror before pulling up to the service entrance. As I take the stairs down to the main floor, intending to slip out to the gardens as I discovered a quiet corner behind the rose bushes where no one could bother me but voices stop me in my tracks.

Then I would return to bed, where I would absolutely not think about Dominic Blackwood, his mouth, his irritatingly controlled voice, or the way he had looked at this place earlier like a man standing in front of a grave he personally knew. I made it past one wing, then another. North Hill was an absurd maze of polished corridors, hidden turns, and rooms that seemed designed for both comfort and secrecy. One hallway opened into a sitting room with tall bookcases and a fireplace wide enough to sit in. Another led to a glass conservatory filled with dark plants, their leaves silvered faintly by moonlight. There was a music room with a piano under a velvet cover, and a library that made me stop

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I said, my voice frosty, before turning to leave. “Get in,” Damian’s voice came from behind. “No.” Alex pushed me into the car and lowered his head. Damian got in and drove off at high speed. “Can you at least slow down? You’re not trying to kill me, are you?” I yelled as I grabbed the seatbelt tightly. He smirked and the car slowed down. “Where are we going?” I questioned, looking around, then realized we were out of town. He drove down to an abandoned building right in the middle of the forest.

He then burst the rope with his bare hands and caught me before I could fall. To all my readers, if you're enjoying This Werewolf Novel, The Beautiful Wolf so far. Please leave a comment and also tell me what you would like to happen within this novel.

Elara Thorne *Four Years After the Siege of the Capital* The Northern summers were short, fierce, and unexpectedly beautiful. The jagged peaks of the Thorne lands were no longer draped in oppressive grey mist; instead, they were capped with white snow that glittered like diamonds under a pale gold sun. I sat on the balcony of the refurbished North Wing, a cup of herbal tea cooling on the table beside me. The "Sovereign Sight" was still there, but I had learned to tune it out, like a musician ignoring a distant hum.

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