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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

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Letting her hair go he brought his fingers on her cheek caressing her cheekbone using his thumb. Damon: Open your eyes love. She steadily opened her dark brown enchanting orbs meeting his who was already staring at her with admiration and love holding in them. She thought he will say something which will indeed break this blissful moment but instead, he said something which left her stunned. Damon: I will change for you love. I will prove you the depth of my love. I will win you. I will promise I will protect you and will take every attack coming to you on me wholeheartedly.

After all, Tayron can fight on his own. I still have a wolf. Ilona will fight in Zion's place to protect Tayron and me. Isn't love complementary and giving? I love Tayron. I don't want to have a new mate and love another man besides Tayron. Whatever happens to them, I will never leave them. 'I would hate you if you left Tayron because Zion died.' My wolf threatens me. 'I don't want to love any other man but Zion, and I don't accept anyone except Zion and Tayron!'

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

My brain was still telling me to fight, to get away, to protect myself. But my body was betraying me completely. My hands that had been pushing against his chest were now gripping his shirt, twisting the fabric between my fingers. My lips were moving against his, kissing him back even though I knew I shouldn’t. The mate bond. It had to be the mate bond doing this to me, making me respond to him even when every logical part of my brain was screaming that this was a bad idea. Nathan’s hand moved from my hip and slid up my side, his palm hot even through the thin fabric of my shirt.

Charles followed, pumping more cum deep inside her. They stayed joined. Racheal lay on his chest. “You are safe with me now,” she said. “I will never hurt you.” Charles hugged her tight. “And I will protect you from him.”

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

"I'll only be a few minutes. Don't let anyone steal you while I'm gone." Without waiting for an answer, he disappears into the gardens. Aiden watches him leave before absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck. Why did Damien defend him? Why did he sound so possessive? Why couldn't Aiden stop thinking about the way Damien looked at him, like a wolf guarding a fresh kill? He ruffles his hair in frustration, the silk of the borrowed tunic sliding against his skin.

“But Roman will be there. And I don’t want to…” “It’s okay,” she said. “I want to go.” “I’ll be there,” Julian said. “I will protect you both.” Looking at Julian, I wanted to believe that. He always protected us in the past. But it wasn’t physical protection I thought we might be in need of this time, it was protection of the heart. I wasn’t worried Roman would strike against us physically. Instead, I thought he might try to kindle something romantic with me, or try to impose himself as Alice’s father, like he always tried to in the past, no matter how hard Alice pushed back against that.