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His voice echoed through the stone walls. The guard froze, and I knew he realized he had underestimated the wrong prey. Elder Lee’s presence was more than physical he radiated power, the kind that made even seasoned guards hesitate. I could feel Xena coiling inside me, ready to erupt. My wolf growled low, deep in my chest, warning, shaking, tense. Steven tried to speak. His bravado cracked under the weight of authority and fear. “Y-you… you don’t understand…” Elder Lee’s hand shot out, snapping Steven across the chest with a force that sent him stumbling. “I do understand. And you? You will answer for this.”

"And what are you doing?" "Since my identity has been blown, then I don't think there's any reason to continue this pretense. I hate you with everything in me and can't wait to have your beating heart in my palm." Steven replied. He bit down on his palm and fed it to the maid who kept trying to struggle. Then he broke her neck before she could infect him with her werewolf bite. "What are you doing?" Ashley, who had shown up with Kyle, asked. In fact, she knew there was something off about Steven's appearance from the forest.

Xander continued to tell the story. Steven slammed the glass he was holding on the table because of annoyance. He ignored the sly smile on Xander's lips. "Shall I stay with you longer?" grinning, Xander asked Steven as he stood up. Steven turned to his friend before turning his back on him. He didn't want to say much more and Xander got it.

With his golden gaze, Kane appeared to be calculating how to make Steven stutter nervously while cursing him. Before I realised what was going on. Suddenly, I heard Steven panting loudly and then growling in pain as Kane grabbed him, pushed him up against the wall, and delivered a hard blow to the stomach.

"Tell me: why are you here? Did Joshua get you to come, or was it Jim? I'm telling you, I can forgive all the other pranks you did on me before, but not this one! If you're not going to properly coax me, I won't stop being angry!" Steven furrowed his brow and looked at the stubborn woman in front of him. He knew that she was immersed in her fantasy and would not listen to anything he said. Thus, he furrowed his brow and sternly spoke, "Miss, I'm going to tell you one last time. I'm not Luke Jones; my name is Steven Hughes. Take care." Then, he turned around and strode away. Gwen furrowed her brow. Steven Hughes? Why did that name sound so familiar? It was as if she had heard it somewhere.

Steven's perspective. Steven has been in hell for a long time. He meditates every day in order to cross the border that he must cross every day. Since his best friend's death, he has been restless and has tried everything to be himself. He used a lot of drugs to get his head fixed. In his dreams, he kept seeing his friend and asked him to atone for his sins. Steven couldn't control his rage, so he soothed himself by consuming more drugs. Despite his best efforts, nothing worked for him.

he asked again, and this time I heard it, a sharp edge of bitterness, maybe even resentment, cutting through his calm. "Why, don't you?" I shot back, my voice thick with anger and tears. "No!" He answered so firmly, so seriously, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. "We're step-siblings, Theo! We had sex, we fucked and it was wrong!" "We're not blood-related, baby. What we did wasn't wrong," he insisted, his jaw tight. "Mom and Uncle Greg will be furious! They'll be so disappointed in us!" I sobbed, my voice cracking as I spiraled into hysteria.

​With a final, glass-shattering cry, Kaelen exploded into a cloud of white ash. ​The server room went dead silent. The grey mist evaporated, and the blue lights flickered back to life. ​Julian didn't pull away. He held the kiss for three seconds too long, his fingers tangling in my hair, his body pressed so tightly against mine that I could feel the frantic thud of his heart. When he finally broke the contact, his eyes weren't silver or grey—they were a deep, dark charcoal, swirling with a desire that was far more dangerous than the Sin-Eater.

Mark stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his powerful chest and arms. “Daddy…” I moaned breathlessly as he joined me under the water completely naked. His large, warm hands immediately replaced mine on my soapy tits, squeezing them possessively, thumbs flicking my hard nipples until I gasped. He pinned me back against the cool tiled wall and kissed me hungrily, his tongue claiming my mouth. “I can’t get enough of this tight little body, princess,” he growled against my lips. His thick fingers slid between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in firm circles before pushing two deep inside my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet already for your stepdaddy.”

“It seems like I am the only one who’s hurting and feels too affected in all of these.” Stacey... I fall down on the floor as I control my sobs. My legs gave out from all the fear and guilt that has been accumulated from everything that has happened prior to this. “Your pain is valid, Steve. At least, one of us needs to mourn for them. I will be the one who will do the thinking so you do the crying for now.” Harris pats Steven’s shoulder and they both share a man-hug. “I mean, eew, bro, but I really do need a hug,” Steven jokes and they both chuckle.