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Yumi's POV - 5ft, 11 inches tall, alloy-orange long hair held in a male bun, amazonite eyes, and a funny sweet smile. That’s Nyx; my ex and first love. He’s only two years older than I am and he’s been mated to someone else for the past two years, and I’m deeply overjoyed he’s going to be a dad. “You look more excited than I do.” Nyx smirks and proceeds to say, “So, how’s it like now that you’ve found your mate?” I stiffen to stillness and everyone laughs at me.

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

Her wet locks appearing from under her scarf. He could feel emotions stirring in him as his gaze lingered on her sleeping form. He liked his inhumane and cold self more. When he cared less about anything but his obsession. As he let the coldness take over his eyes again. The grey hue darkened as his expressions went steely. He bent down to place a kiss on her forehead before caressing his thumb there, "sleep well, little lady," He had been so far from her for a long time. And now, he couldn't contain himself for touching her, exploiting her sexually for his desires. As now came the right time to claim her truly in all senses. When she considered himself nothing but a possession of his.

Every time he needed enjoyment, a woman stood naked before his order was given. They gave him pleasure with their moves and he did with them violently, not caring if they are human or vampiresses, maximum time they were rich noble vampiresses who desired to sleep with him but ended up dying mercilessly. Now he was in pain. His beast was hard and swollen, but he can’t go back now. It’s his responsibility to take his woman to her peak, and it feels ethereal and satisfying when you are doing this with someone you love. He will stop when his woman gives him the last cry.

"Start over? With you? Winona, do you honestly think that's possible?" I let the silence stretch for a beat before adding, "Also, it seems like Mr. Twain hasn't gotten a strong hold over you even after getting his dick enhanced nine times, huh? You're calling him a bastard already? That didn't take long." "He's… he's nothing! He's just a plaything! Jeff, you've always been the one I love!" Winona rushed to profess her feelings, her voice dripping with false sincerity that made my stomach turn.

A low sigh tore from my lips as I picked up my phone again. That scent on Lunette was familiar, like I had perceived it before but I can't tell when exactly. I dialled Zade's number and he picked up on the first ring. "Tell me what I want to hear!" "Just as you predicted, the scent does belong to a male and he's an Omega. My men have apprehended him." He replied. "Should I deal with him or..." "I'll be right there. In the meantime, get Koran back here to keep an eye on her," I demanded, looking at Lunette.

My jaw clenched. Mira leaned back; her voice calm and dreamy. "All night long, I thought about him." She laughed again. "And now? I believe in love at first sight." I stared at her, mute. This lady—this pathetic, manipulative lady—stood before me, confessing that somehow, in less than twenty-four hours, she had developed this pretty sick obsession for Alexander,my man. One measured breath came, then the next. "You're delusional ," I said, freezing her in place with my glare. "This conversation never took place. You are going to respect my father, and we are both going to pretend you never said all this."

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

“Yeah. Because apparently, girls like me aren’t made for normal romance. Our marriages have to be board approved and I’ll probably end up with someone in there who is either boring as hell, has bad breath, or just weird and handsy,” Colton couldn’t help but laugh at her rant. Somehow he found it really cute. “That sounds horrible,” he said. “Tell me about it,” she rolled her eyes and sighed. “But… I’m sure they’re not all like that?” he asked cautiously. I’m not like that. “Have you seen these guys?” she scoffed. “They’re incredibly obnoxious and narcissistic people. All they care about is their money and their private islands and their ego,” Ouch. That hits a little too close to home.

“If I want to become friends with Theo. And if I wanted to sleep with whoever I wanted…” She shrugged. “…what exactly is that to you?” Sleep. The single word painted an image in my head. Theo. Her. Together. My expression darkened. “So that’s your plan?Throw yourself at the first man who gives you attention.” Her eyes widened. Then narrowed. “Watch your mouth.” “You seem to enjoy male attention.” “Don’t you dare.” “So eager to entertain anyone who smiles at you.” “I said don’t.” My voice became colder. “Perhaps I overestimated you.”