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For once, I looked him in the eyes, there was a menacing glint in those coffee coloured orbs. I exploded. "You are the cousin Demetrius talked about, you are the one who made the contract." I pointed an accusing finger at Fabio. The content look on his face made me angrier. "Who the help do you think you are making a contract on my happiness? I am not your puppet, I am a human being, a woman with self-respect and I will not allow you insensitive assholes to sign me off like some toy!" I was breathing hard at the end of my outburst. He was now staring at me with predatory eyes. "You look even sexier when you're mad." I was disgusted at the words that left Fabio's mouth, he showed no remorse,

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

It will only be just me. ONLY ME!!

Her eyes snapped to me, full of hatred. "Nadie te pidió que hablaras oveja negra (No one asked you to speak you black sheep)," she retaliated and I rolled my eyes. Yes I was black and I was fucking proud. I was about to speak again but Vittore beat me to it.

"Well then, you already said I can eat whatever I want, so I'm going to be honest with you. I'm going to order a lot of food at a high price, is that okay with you?" He simply laughed and then touched his nape. "You're truly incredible. It's fine with me, that's nothing. Anything you want, I'll order it for you." I grin. "Thank you, Sir. You're becoming slightly more kind right now, just slightly," I laughed softly. He raises his brows and smiles at me. "Why is it slight?" "Because you're still an arrogant boss. A bad boss, perhaps? Sorry for the term, but that's what it is."

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It should have been uncomfortable but I could only focus on how he ravaged me. “Come-” He growled. “I have never tasted anyone else. I've never wanted anyone else. So come so I can wear you with fucking pride, baby.” His nickname, something so sweet and yet possessive sent me towards that edge. But it wasn't until I saw him begin to work himself beneath me in the desperation of his own release that it finally created. “Keep. fucking. Coming.” He rasped, confining through my tremors and lowering me flat to savor every last drop. I wasn't even able to open my eyes before he was off of me, his voice heavy with lust and tight with frustration as he answered.

He drops to his knees. - Fuck you - he says, 1 second before falling dead on the ground. When I wake up from my rage, Ulric howls, as everyone else does the same. That's the way an Alpha greets a great warrior. Klaus comes up behind me with a tablecloth he's pulled from a clothesline and covers my naked body, wrapping it around my waist. I turn to face him, still with my war eyes, and he slaps my hand, making me drop that heart and hug me.

"If not me, then who?" Before I could answer, he smiled proudly. "I made it." "I'm amazing, aren't I?" "You compliment yourself too much," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I thought Alphas were supposed to be humble." "Who told you that?" Genaro laughed softly. "We should be humble when it matters." "But people should also remember who's stronger." There wasn't any arrogance in his voice. That was the strange part. He believed it naturally. Like it was simply the way the world worked.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-