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Lucia muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "He has all the money and fame, and he uses it to manipulate people, to turn them to his side. Meanwhile, people like me are left to suffer alone. He tried to bribe me with that money, but he sure has his way of sweet-talking out of trouble." Lucia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her anger mingling with the sadness she carried within her. The injustice of it all seemed unbearable as she thought about her poor background, the struggles she had faced, and how little had changed despite her efforts.

Chapter 22: Selfish Truth It felts like a cold bucket was splashed onto my head. “What are you saying? That’s impossible!” Kylo said and pushed me behind him. “You better leave now, Laia, or I’ll drag you out of my territory.” “We can kill her now, and here,” I suggested. I wanted to rip her and wipe her fake innocent face. S “Kylo, what is happening here, I thought we were already clear. She’s not Lavelle, your Luna was long gone! She can’t even remember you, she doesn’t recogniz-“

Lucian got a little hot talking about what Adrian did. “It’s in the past now, dad. Think ahead to the future and what might be.” “When did you become so experienced about relationships, son?” Lucian teased Lucas. Lucas grinned at Lucian before saying, “I gotta to now and find Lauren. She was going to study the lava field now that it has time to cool down. Lauren is very fascinated with things like that.” Lucian clapped Lucas on the back and then man hugged him. “I’ll talk to you later then. I think I’ll go find your mom and see how she is holding up.”

"I love you. Goodnight." The call ended. Lucia sat with the phone in her lap and stared at the wall looking sullen. If only she had power to disappear and appear, she would quickly disappear to Alex place and come back without Diego knowing. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes but sleep did not. She later fell asleep, somewhere between thinking about Alex's voice and trying not to think about Diego's eyes at the dinner table. --- She woke up hearing a voice. It was quite low but sounded urgent and it was coming from somewhere down the hall.

she asserted, her voice steady and unwavering. A flicker of anger crossed Lucifer's face as he retorted, "You're not a sex doll. A doll has no freedom. But you... you have freedom." His words were laced with bitterness. Undeterred, Lucinda made up her mind. "I am going," she declared, unfurling her majestic wings in readiness to take flight. Ignoring Lucifer's presence, she soared away from him, leaving the oppressive atmosphere of his chamber behind. Finding solace within the sanctuary of their shared home, Lucinda landed gracefully and sank onto the bed. As evening settled in, exhaustion weighed heavily upon her, and she yearned for the return of Medusa, seeking solace in her familiar pres

********************* "Sweet," Lucian purrs as he spreads my legs wide and leans in to press kisses to my inner thighs, making me whimper. "Every inch of you is so sweet, I can't get enough." When I feel Lucian's canines follow after his tongue as he makes his way up to my center, I cry out shamelessly and cover my face with a pillow to cage in my lust. Lucian doesn't let me silence my sounds for long; soon snatching the pillow away, he tosses it to the floor with a warning growl. I feel fresh waves of slick dripping from my entrance as I watch Lucian spread me open once more and lick between my legs, teasing across my clit for a brief moment. "I love your spots," Lucian whisp

Had it not been for Lucian's soothing presence in my mind, I would have shifted and ripped apart whatever I could have laid my hands on. Lucian was aware of my mood, so he sighed, kept aside his drink and opened his arms as soon as I reached home. I immediately walked to him, looped my arms around his waist, and sniffed deeply. Taking comfort in his warmth. He hugged me close. Resting his chin on top of my head. I briefly closed my eyes and thanked Luna once again for my mate. Then I broke the hug, took the glass of whiskey and finished it in one swig.

"If you’re having second thoughts, we can stop right now—" "—I thought I’d never have the courage to leave this house, to walk away from Lucas. But I guess everything has its limits. I can’t keep being a martyr for a man who’s been cheating on me," Lucia interrupted, her voice thick with tears. She tore her gaze from the house, wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks, and turned to face Noah.

"It's in the blood." Adam's phone vibrated. George's text: Lancaster Medical just called. Your scrip was refilled...by Lucia. Ice flooded his veins. "Lucia?" --- Lucia sat curled in the window seat, a first edition of The Bell Jar open in her lap. The amber liquid in her glass caught the firelight—whiskey, neat. Just like him. She didn't look up as he entered. "You went through my things." Adam's voice was dangerously calm.

“Then I will deal with you.” Lucia stood up again and walked to the window. Outside, the pack house was quiet. Everyone believed the biggest problem was the pregnancy. But Lucia knew better. The real game had just begun. And she was very good at playing games. Her smile returned. Soft. Dangerous. “As for Logan…” Her voice dropped again. “You will marry me.” “That child won’t change that.” Lucia’s fingers rested against the glass. “I will become Luna.” She closed her eyes for a moment.