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When he unlocks my cell and strides in, his shadow drops down on me as his average figure stands in my front, yet I refuse to look at him. I try as much as I can to avoid eye contact because either his countenance disgusts me or my face will suffer the fate if he lands a deafening strike across it. “I still would like to know if you loved the little session, though,” Owen mutters as he crouches in front of me. He is psychic; has this rare ability to get into your head and project scenarios. It is one feature that makes him different, and exceptionally cruel. I murmur behind my teeth, “You have broken me enough. Have you not had your fill?”

Nesryn said thoughtfully. “And it should be the last,” I said. Just like mind-link allowed me to communicate with every single soul in my pack. The omniscient sight helped me monitor every individual in the pack unnoticed. Blind-spots appeared when someone concealed their presence from my sight. Not many knew of my omniscient sight, and those who did could do nothing to evade it. So, it was important for me to catch that mouse before it caused trouble for me and my family. “Is the blind-spot still there?” Nesryn asked.

“A reader. You attach it to any book, codex, or artifact that contains recorded knowledge. When activated, it transfers the contents directly, without opening the object or disturbing any seals bound to it.” His eyes sharpened with interest after my explanation. “Directly… to my mind?” I raised a brow at that. “No, mine,” I corrected subtly, “or to itself. It stores what it reads. The information can be retrieved later, intact. It doesn't depend on the creator’s mana, only activation.” Silence fell between us. Feline let out a low breath, something between disbelief and awe. He stared at the reader as though he were witnessing the finest creation of his time, and heat crept up my cheeks desp

But I don't have much choice. "You're not here to have the mate bond separated, are you?" the Gaze Reader drawls, voice thick with an unintelligible accent. I swallow, but the lump in my throat goes nowhere. The Readers eyes are a foggy, purple colour, already feeling like they are drawing out my thoughts before the ritual has even started.

"He is going to come north. Not as an Alpha. Not to manage or direct. To use his function for the right thing." Zane held my gaze. He said: "For the founding ground." "Yes," I said. He was quiet. He said: "You need a possibility reader." "Yes," I said. He said: "The deep sight shows you the full shape of what is broken. Lyra sees how the pieces connect. The Keepers address the individual situations." He held my gaze. "But the deep sight is a picture of what is. The possibility reader sees what could become." "Yes," I said.

But that’s fine because it gives more proof that she is mine and mine alone. Guess luck was on my side, as I pushed the door open, walked inside, and the first person I saw was none other than Finley himself. I suppose her scent wafted over to him, because he grunts and glares at me. He leaves his group and struts up to me. Keeping my mind free of any thought, I cross my arms in front of me and furrow my brows. That sensation Annalise spoke of started coiling behind my sinuses, down my neck. He’s working hard to get something out of me, but I won’t budge. “She’s taught you how to keep mind readers out of your mind, I see.”

Third Person's POV Ezra couldn't believe how hot Roman's body was. His body was like a little inferno as he squirmed under him. His natural tan skin looks like caramel under the warm light. It glistens with sweat, and the scent of his slick is the strongest he's ever smelled. It's consuming all of his senses, turning his mind to mush with only one thought left in his head… Roman! The taste of his essence still lingers in his mouth as he licks his lips. One orgasm was nowhere near enough for the Omega. His hungry eyes bore into his soul as he climbed his body, tasting it as he moved higher.

“You’re Skye freaking EMERSON. I’m glad you finally got the courage to move on from him. You’re strong, and you’re gonna be fine.” Courage to move on? I really hope I do have that courage right now. “Now, how about we order some pizza and watch something dumb on N*****x? No boys allowed.” I manage a small smile. “Yeah. That sounds good.” Author’s note: Dear Readers, I’ve chosen to continue this story in the first-person point of view to deepen your connection with the characters and their journey. This shift allows me to bring you closer to the heart of the narrative, offering a more intimate and immersive experience. Thank you for your understanding.

Noah mumbles and turns to the wheel. * Third-person point of view. " Boss, he found her," a man whispers on the phone, staring at the cars that are about to leave the pack " The alpha kid is going with them too" he adds looking through the window. " And you are telling me this now? Count yourself dead when I see you. I don't know how you are going to do it, but follow them this instant. Do whatever you have to to get close to them" an authoritative voice barks at the other end and he flinches taking a step backward.