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“Miracle!“ One stern call from her mother brought her back to her senses. She groaned and grumpled a dragged fine before she swung her legs off the table. “So, what did you do today?“ She didn't bother to ask the principal because, from her shocked face, she knew she wasn't going to respond to her. Miracle sighed in boredom and then responded, "There is this little boy in my class calling himself Zach Junior.“ “MMh,” she nodded,” what's with him?“ “He kept on looking at me as if I were a piece of steak, mother. He gave me the hungry look Yana gives to her tuna.“ Yana was her cat. “And?“ With her hands folded under her breasts, she asked, nodding at the girl to continue. “Well, I dismissed hi

Zane As I sat with my personal cabinet, discussing the intricate details of our latest ventures, the atmosphere in the room was a mix of intensity and confidence. We had been working tirelessly to expand our influence, and the success of our operations depended heavily on precision and secrecy. My advisors, each an expert in their field, were laying out the plans with meticulous care. Just as my chief strategist, Lila, was about to present her latest analysis on our territorial gains, the door swung open with a force that silenced the room.

Risk Zane. Reveal the truth. Risk herself.

“Grace shows signs of being able to sing in The Voice, Chloe is currently planning a wood carving out of teak to place in Miss Mavis’s poppy garden to commemorate its fire and recovery, Miss Sarah over there was made to bathe in the Luna Temple, and you, Alpha Zane, closed a deal last night on a small vineyard in West Cavendish worth roughly $14 million.” The temperature in the room seemed to plummet. “How do you know that?” Zane asked, and his voice was colder than the room. “Because I live online, and pretty much everything finds its way there eventually.” She raised her hands slightly in a placating gesture. “I told you that not as a challenge but to demonstrate your vulnerability.” Zane

Zane’s voice was smooth and almost pleasant, but there was an edge of cruelty to it that made her skin crawl. She looked up to see him standing before her, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “What do you want?” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. Zane tilted his head, his smile widening. “Isn’t it obvious? I want power. And you, my dear, are the key to getting it.” Rhea’s heart sank as his words sank in. “You’re insane,” she said, her voice shaking. “Maybe,” Zane said with a shrug. “But insanity has its advantages.”

His eyes glowed faintly as he let his thoughts drift. Zane’s pack was the key to his rise, the foundation upon which he would build his empire. Slowly but surely, he would dismantle Zane’s world, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. And then, when the time was right, he would take what was rightfully his, or what he thinks is rightfully his. 12:00 AM Cana’s phone buzzed, the soft sound cutting through the quiet of the bedroom. She stirred, quickly shutting off the alarm before it could wake Zane, who lay beside her, his exhaustion evident in his deep, steady breathing.

Zane clasped her waist tightly but securely so as not to hurt her wounds with his one hand and held her small hand with his other hand, pressing her onto his chest. "No matter who YOU are. No matter what YOUR existence is. YOU are the only light in MY life. I will do my best to explore YOUR Existence and then TAME YOU, CAGE YOU by my side forever . ." Zane whispered in between the kisses. .. .. Thank you ShineeSunshine ❤️

Zane flushed, realized he’d made noise in front of literally everyone important, and then, to his credit, did not back down. He squared his shoulders. “No,” he said again, louder. “No one’s taking her blood to feed to a hole in the world. I don’t care what ‘old book says.’” Melody blinked. Heather smiled slowly. “Ohhhh,” she whispered, delighted. “Zane. I did not know you had a spine. I like you now.” Zane scowled. “I’ve always had a spine.” “You’ve always had a pretty spine,” Heather corrected. “This is new. I’m proud. Continue.”

Zane's brows furrowed, and he dropped the pictures on the passenger seat, taking out what felt like a book. In the low garage light seeping through the windows, Zane saw it really was a book when he took it out. A white leather book. The cover was browned at the edges, like someone had thrown it in a fire and yanked it out in just in time before he began to burn. Deep grooves appeared between his brows as he opened it, but the words scribbled on the first page just made his blood run cold. --Dear Diary, it's Victoria. Zane's knuckles whitened around the book, and he slammed it down hard against the steering wheel, as fire surged inside him.

Zane sits in a corner booth, two glasses waiting. He doesn't ask questions. He just pushes a glass toward me. For two hours, I let the alcohol numb my insides. I drink until the image of Sandy’s hands on Jamie begins to blur. Until the sting of Luca’s silence is only a dull ache. "You deserve to know everything,", Zane says. His voice drops to a whisper. It’s thick. Dark. It’s scary. "About why I really followed you back. Why I’ve been following these past few months"