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“It’s good to know I have no competitor because I hate sharing what belongs to me. Rightfully” I know how possessive I sound now, but I can’t care less. My mate just informed me I’m all alone in the race to win her heart, body, and soul. I lick my lips, my vision getting filled with an intense cloud of lust that rakes my entire body. Fuck! ‘I guess…’ Oh, baby sugar. You’re mine to own, dominate, and feast on to my utmost pleasure. The innate desire for this daring woman has a thrilling shiver race down to my groin and I press my thighs together, loving every feel of it.

She was strictly off-limits. I groaned again, rubbing my hands over my face in frustration. I shouldn't even be thinking about her in such a filthy manner. It was wrong. It was completely forbidden. But ever since I came back home from school, I couldn't help but feel more and more drawn to her every single day. I desperately wanted to know how she felt under my touch. I wanted to know how she sounded when she lost control. I wanted to know exactly how she tasted. I told myself that maybe—just maybe—if I could find the answers to all these questions just once, I would finally stop having all these crazy, toxic fantasies about her. Otherwise, I was going to end up dying with these wild fantas

Kai and I sat on opposite ends of the plush sectional couch, the massive stone fireplace crackling between us, casting flickering shadows that danced across his sharp jawline and those hazel eyes that kept locking onto mine like magnets. Under the table during dinner, his bare foot had slid between my thighs, pressing up against my core through my leggings until I had to grip my fork so hard my knuckles turned white. "Pass the salt, Loe?" he'd asked innocently, his voice smooth as silk, while his toes curled just right, making me shift in my seat. I'd bitten my lip to keep from gasping, heat pooling low in my belly. Now, as Mom dealt out cards for some ridiculous game, his gaze promised payb

“Like he owned her.” “Like he has authority over her, but not in the same way you think.” I slumped back and tilted my head. He went on, “He is extremely possessive of her but in a way that you are toward Phoebe, equal part annoyance, superiority and love. So, I looked into it and guess what I found.” “Dom,” I took a deep breath, “the mental situation I’m in, I can’t guess, so get to the fucking point.” “I dug into the Rossi's history a bit to catch up and I found news.”

He tells me, raising his voice slightly and I stood in front of him, unable to speak or move for a few long seconds. "Liam, you don't get it and honestly, I don't expect you to. Katherine was my employee. I saw her yesterday, I spoke to her, I laughed with her and just like that, she's found dead today with a freaking gunshot wound and for some weird reason, I think I may have something to do with it. As if that wasn't enough, the cafe suddenly starts to burn terribly from the inside and you and I know this wasn't an accident of any kind. I can smell the damned fuel Liam, which means, someone did this to me for no reason. Someone wickedly snatched the only hope I had left and you're telling

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But then I was. “We have to go home, Sister,” Sasha said softly. I didn’t want to go back home. I didn’t want to be alone. Yet, I felt so fucking alone no matter where I was or who I was with. Except for the damn ghosts haunting me. They were in my mind, thriving. Torturing me. And when I slept, my mind revolted. I couldn’t understand my dreams… memories… or paranoia. “You’ll stay with me.” I shook my head wordlessly. I couldn’t let anyone hear my dreams. I couldn’t let anyone know.

“Good girl, taking every inch. Your mouth feels better than I imagined all those nights I stroked myself thinking about shutting you up.” I looked up at him with watery eyes, loving the way he lost control, hips snapping faster until he pulled out and came across my tits in hot thick ropes. I rubbed it into my skin, feeling filthy and more alive than ever. By evening the tension was unbearable. Nicholas’s possessiveness grew with every touch. He’d brush past me in the kitchen, hand squeezing my ass hard, whispering “Mine” under his breath when no one could hear. I craved him, needed his roughness, his control, and his cock. The forbidden pull made everything hotter, and riskier.

The same smile that once made my heart race, ached. That should be me, not her. Anger and jealousy slowly built inside me. I have never felt this possessive over anything in my life. My wolf growled, furious, desperate to come out and tear Jenny away from him, but we both knew she couldn’t. Even if she could, we’d be dead before we made a move. For years, I’d dreamed of this moment, the day my mate arrives and takes me out of this place, unconditional love, care, protection, but now, everything is slowly falling out of hands.

But now, when I am left with these conflicting feelings that are bothering me from inside…did it all happen because I have tied him next to me as my chosen pair? No… No matter how many reasons I try giving myself…I couldn’t deny that my protectiveness towards him had already molded into the form of possessiveness towards Ethan. And I was aware, a Supreme Dominant Alpha’s possessiveness has been considered one of the dangerous, yet scary emotions by nature itself. To the extent that I didn’t hesitate shifting my target for the hunt to that bald pervert, despite knowing that killing him off without a proper plan would bring troubles for me.