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"She's mine. I've watched her long enough. He touches her like she's a toy. But I'll have her. All of her." "If you didn't send be far that time I would have found her and would have make her mine!"His eyes sparked with anger and frustration. Anaya arched a brow. "Possessive, aren't we?" "She's perfect," Izaar whispered, as if under a spell. "Soft. Scared. Beautiful. I want her trembling under me. Not under him." Arsh exhaled smoke, watching his son with quiet calculation. "You'll get her... but not until this is done. The throne first. Then the girl."

It was about the raw, primal pull of something valuable that someone else thought they owned. “I’m going to take her,” I said, my voice dropping to a near-whisper. “I’m going to walk into Danta’s house, and I’m going to take what he believes is his. And I’m going to make him watch.” The obsession wasn’t with the girl. It was with the act of possession itself. The ultimate defiance of a man I despised. She was the physical manifestation of his failure, and I would claim her just as I had claimed the journal.

He’s just different. **Jenna:** *Different? Don’t tell me you’re starting to like him, Elies. This is a slippery slope you’re on.* **Elies:** *I’m not saying that! It’s just... he’s confusing. One minute he’s making my life miserable, and the next he’s saying things that make me feel... something.* **Jenna:** *Something? Oh no. You’ve caught the “bad boy” disease. First symptom: defending his nonsense. Second symptom: swooning when he does the *bare minimum.**

Even as a young boy mastering his fire magic, he stood out among his peers, even those slightly older, including Alpha Anderson's son, despite being wolfless. Alpha Anderson regarded him merely as a subject of interest; upon discovering the boy's fire attribute, he became intensely focused on him, eager to forge a bond.

Alexander listened attentively as she listed facts about herself, hanging on every word. “Happy now?” She asked “Satisfactory.” He said plainly, and she rolled her eyes. “Aren’t you going to tell me about yourself then?” Alexander cleared his throat like he was about to give a speech. “ I have one elder brother. My best friend is Mason Grey, and my favorite color is black. I love my privacy, a good tailored suit, and being in control, of course,” He said proudly, sticking his nose in the air. “Of course you do.” Gabriella shook her head and took a sip of water to hide her laughter.

He was just leaning in front of the car, took a cigar and a lighter from his pocket, and lit the edge of it. "Damn it! Why did you use this car, Danny? It's hard to break the windows by one strike!" Sweats flowed down from the young boy's forehead. His thin, skinny arms shivered as he felt tired and drained. His eyes were too red, looked like a street addict. His black plain t-shirt covered with sweat and dirt. Confusingly, he glanced at the old man who blowed and handed to him the glowing cigar. "Let her open the door and surrender herself to us. You may ruined the windows but it will take you three days to unlock that goddamn door!"

"But you can't be out here. The Silverwood pack is territorial." "But I want to buy sun-drops!" The boy waved a crumpled five-credit note. "Auntie Jessa gave it to me." He’d snuck out. He was exactly like Mars—stubborn and fearless. "Tell you what," I said, a plan forming. "I'll go get the candy. You stay right here by the fountain. If I take you, your Papa will scent me, and we don't want that, do we?" The boy squinted at me. "Are you going to steal my credits? You look like a rich wolf."

He said, trying to appear confident. The girl looked at him skeptically but since she couldn't tell he was lying, slowly nodded her head. "So that me we won't get cooties if we only kiss each other?" She asked, her eyes brightening at the thought of being the only one able to kiss him. That way, no other girl would kiss him ever. She didn't like Julia, who always found a way to cling into her Mickey. The boy's eyes brightened as well as he thought of being the only one who would kiss her. Suddenly feeling possessive of her, he wanted to make sure that it would remain this way forever. So he held his pinky to her.

All I could do was swallow hard. “Say it,” he growled, his tone dipping into something far more impatient. I saw the tiny scowl forming on his face, and it only made my stomach twist more. Shamefully, I liked the way he looked at me like that. Like he owned me and couldn’t stand the idea of me keeping anything from him. I gave a small nod. That wasn’t enough. “Use your words, boy,” Maddox said through clenched teeth, the way he spat ‘boy’ making my whole body tense. It wasn’t the name—it was the way he said it. Dominant. Cold. Possessive.