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He nodded and smirked at me. "I want to propose an offer to you"He said with a taunt smile on his lips. I nodded for him to go on. "Sell yourself to me and I'll cancel your father's debt" What!? My eyes widened and sudden anger and panic coursed through me. My shocked expression got him sniggering as his lips pulled to a taunting sneer "Crystal sell yourself to me and I'll clear off your father's debt" My shoulders became tensed and the hairs on my body stood in fear.

I feel as if I’m already half-offered. Maybe that’s what they expect. Niko tilts his head slightly, his eyes never leaving mine. — You came, he murmurs. So you didn’t say no. I cross my arms, more to protect myself than to protest. — I came… to understand. They exchange a glance. As if they were expecting my response. As if I had already crossed the first line. — What we’re offering you, Sasha says in a calm voice, is not a simple transaction. He leans in slightly.

That’s exactly what I want to exude tonight. I apply my makeup carefully, making sure every stroke is flawless. My lips are painted a bold crimson, and my hair is styled in sleek waves that fall over my shoulders. Once I’m satisfied, I pick up a delicate diamond necklace, turning to where Stanley is sitting, his eyes distant as usual. “Put this on me,” I say, holding the necklace out to him. He glances up at me, hesitation flickering in his eyes. I don’t give him a choice—I step closer, draping the necklace over my neck. “Come on, Stanley,” I murmur sweetly. “It’ll make me feel special.”

"But you must tell me if you are going to accept it." Puzzled, though intrigued, by this, I say, "I always love your gifts, Master. I'm sure I will accept it." He is strangely hesitant. "You don't know what it is yet." He uncuffs my left arm, releasing it from the shower head, then reaches for something from a side-shelf. "I was wondering how to offer you this, but when I saw you there in the shower, as you were when we first met that day, it seemed the perfect way to do this."

I order, craning my neck as I am offering it to them. Atlas doesn't need to be told twice as he latches onto my neck and bites. The sound that leaves my mouth is nothing short of a growl of pleasure and I outstretch my arm to Aresnio hoping that he'd take it as a clear sign to bite into my wrist. And I glare into him then he complies.

So I knelt in front of him, with trembling hands and knees and with tears rolling down my cheeks and said the words that came to my mind. “I offer myself to you,” I whispered, my voice trembling but clear. “Take me. Do whatever you want. Just… don’t send me back to them. Or kill me. Please.” For a moment, there was silence. Then, to my shock, he laughed. Not a kind laugh……but a low, wicked one that rippled through the mist. “Offer yourself to me?” he repeated slowly, his head tilting. “Do you even know what that means, little omega?”

But just when I think I'm slipping away, my eyes shoot open once more, greeted by the metallic taste of blood flooding my mouth. Nickolas has slit his wrist open, offering me his blood in a desperate attempt to save me. Despite my weakened state, I push his outstretched hand away. "Fucking drink, unless you want to die. Removing the bullets is only one part; you need to heal quickly too." Nickolas insists, his voice laced with resolve as he forcefully offers his wrist once more. His gaze is intense, compelling me to yield despite my reluctance. I attempt to unmask my scent, preparing to release my fangs after, but one word from Nickolas halts me in my tracks.

I inched away from him until my back met with the wall and stopped, unable to move any further, I let my eyes clenched shut so much so that I didn't anticipate his next move until my necklace was ripped off my neck abruptly and my eyes snapped open to stare back at him. "Go on now, you have nothing holding you back. Not even your necklace" “Please, I can’t”. I begged, turning my head away but he pull me back to face him. “You can’t or you don’t want to. Which is it, Iris?” “I can’t” I said with bitter pile rising at the pit of my stomach as I start to feel all the more nauseous and light headed at the sight before me. “No need to think too much about this. I mean, this is the best offer you

Amanda’s POV He seemed confused by my actions, but he didn’t push me away, which was a sign that he wasn’t against my offer. Wrapping my hands around his neck, I looked into his eyes and smiled. “You are not forcing me, neither am I doing it against my will. I'm willingly offering myself to you tonight; you can have me as much as you want,” I declared. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing this, but what is the harm in it? I would prefer Beta Matthew, a man who believes my words and wants to help me, to a mate who has caused me nothing but pain.

Come on! “Damon, you need to feed, love.” I put a hand on his cheek. His eyes were wild, lost, broken. “Damon! Please, feed for me, your friend. For Tori, your mate. Feed.” I exposed my neck for him. I have never offered him my neck. And now in our final act, we’ve reached neck status. Fuck!