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Or I could give in to the filth clawing through my brain. But every idea slips away. Because I thought she’d pick truth. I wanted her to pick truth. Maybe then I could dig beneath the surface, finally see what she’s hiding. But little sunshine must really not want those secrets out, huh? Brandon leans in, his smile stretching wide. “I have an idea.” Of course he does. Brandon lives for chaos. The darker, the better. He thrives in discomfort, bathes in it. A sick part of me relates. I shrug. “Go ahead.”

(Sienna’s POV) Landon doesn’t reach for the documents in my hand. Instead, he scoffs, “A court order, so fucking what, Sienna!” “Read it,” I say cooly, handing him the documents in a file fastened by the Royal seal. I notice out of the corner of my eyes, Brianna’s gaze fixating to the closure.

I was watching her when it happened. Brianna rose from her crouch, said something low and precise under her breath, and made a gesture over the outermost sigil line. There was a sound, not quite audible, more felt than heard, a pop that registered somewhere behind the sternum rather than in the ears, and for one suspended second, Harper glowed. Not dramatically. Not the full blaze of angelic grace I'd seen her unleash in combat. Just a faint luminescence, like light seen through skin, like something that had been pressed down and was now, briefly, allowed to surface. Her brand, the mark from the Order's ritual, pulsed once at the back of her neck, visible above the collar of her shirt. Then

His golden eyes burned with a terrifying mix of blinding wrath and absolute confusion as he demanded an immediate explanation. ​"Brandon, Raven," I commanded, my voice cutting through the rising murmurs of the crowd like a shard of ice. It was a tone so cold and full of absolute authority that it left no room for argument. "Drag Sorela down to the obsidian dungeons. Right now."

I asked, my voice flat. "Like silver-burn," Brandon muttered, staring into the flames. "It's hard to look at without your wolf wanting to run. The old pride is gone, Ethan. There's just ice left in his eyes. I don't know if he wants you or if he just wants to watch Silvercrest Holdings burn with him." "I'm meeting him at the rink tomorrow morning," I said, grabbing my travel furs. "He might let you out of the clause if you look at the damage," Brandon sighed, leaning against the stone archway.

Guys, please read it before jumping towards the story. Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book.

Please do leave your thoughts and comments below by the way, I'm planning a book two for this which will be all about Brandon, I will give you more details once I introduce the main love interest in this same book Hope you will enjoy it and support me Lots of love, Faiyth

Lander chewed the sandwich thoughtfully for a moment, his gaze centered on Brandon for a few seconds before he swallowed and said "So what's your name anyway? And why cant I read you.....I can read everyone so I should be able to read a little nobody like you." Totally caught off guard by the quick change of conversation, but still sickened by the Shifters tone, Brandon bit of his next response. "My fucking name is Brandon...and I don't have any idea what you're talking about. I don't give a shit if you can or can't "Read me" but have I done something to you personally? Does me liking men offend you or something?" he asked Lander directly.

Brandon says out of nowhere, laughing at his own imagination “That’s insane” Cassie tells him, trying to hide the smile that had formed across her lips, she definitely liked that idea “Not really. Well, I do understand they’re your brothers...” “Step brothers” Cassie cuts in, correcting him “Yes, step brothers. But I’ve read books where things like these happen you know” Brandon continues “Things like what?” Cassie asks, now fully interested “You know, two brothers falling for the same girl” he tells her with a shrug

The promulgator coughed to clear his throat before continuing. “I will introduce the young men in order of competition results starting with the winner. The winner is Alasdair of the Munro Clan. Alasdair, come here at the front, and so will all the others whose names I shall say." The young man stepped forward with a huge smile and greeted the crowd on the terraces, who gave him a standing ovation. "The next young man is Trevor of the Gordon Clan," continued the promulgator when the applause died down.