Reverse 4 You The Series Novels & Stories

Surrounded by all four of them, their hands gentle but possessive on my skin, I felt completely overwhelmed and completely safe at the same time. “Is this true claiming?” I asked softly. “This is just the beginning,” Marcus said, leaning down to capture my lips again. The kiss was different with the others watching, more intense somehow. When Marcus pulled back, Darius’s mouth was immediately there, claiming me with the same desperate hunger. “Our turn,” he said against my lips, and then I was lost in sensation as all four of them touched me, kissed me, whispered words of possession and love against my skin. Zane’s lips found my neck while Kael’s hands tangled in my hair. Marcus’s fingers tr

The sleeve had slipped down as I held the plate, revealing the mass of gnarled, uneven scar tissue from the burn. “Your hand…” his voice was dry, a careful, probing question. “Has it recovered?” CRASH. The plate hit the table. The apple rolled away. I yanked my hand back as if I’d been electrocuted, the blood draining from my face. Recovered? Four years ago, in the genetics lab. Morgana had cooed about wanting a tour. The next second, she “accidentally” knocked over a vial of the highest concentration “Wolf-Toxin Stripper.”

we have places to be) "Отгрузка A4 была наберена вчера в 3 утра," Dimitri muttered mournfully. (shipment A4 was raided yesterday at 3 am) "What the fuck do you mean raided?!" The trio yelled out simultaneously knowing the extensive worth of the said shipment and that it was to be sent to the Verticolli mafia. Dimitri sighed, "it was taken when it was getting loaded into the airplane, our men tried to stop them but were unable to. Ten of them died, I already sent our condolences to their families and the compensations," he finished sadly.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

Scott said quietly, nodding at me. And just like that, they vanished before my eyes. They had already suffered enough in life. How could they die all over again because of me? I crouched on the ground, crying so hard I nearly fainted. The familiar mechanical voice rang out once more. "Congratulations, player. You have successfully cleared the horror game instance "Family of Four." Reward: Revival. Preparing to transport the player back to the real world. Countdown begins: 10, 9, 8..."

It was failing. Hope surged through me. “We can stop it,” I whispered. Nathan nodded. “Then we end it.” But the moment the words left his mouth Everything changed. The connection didn’t just push back. It collapsed inward. My breath hitched violently as the energy reversed direction, snapping back toward the centertoward me. “No no, what is it doing?!” I cried. The figure stepped forward, its calm returning but sharper now, colder. “Recalibration initiated.” My heart dropped.

His world had just tilted as violently as mine. “One?” he asked carefully. I laughed. A harsh, humorless sound. “Four.” The silence that followed was deadly. “Four Alphas?” he whispered, horror threading every syllable. I finally turned to face him. “Yes, four fucking Alphas.” Tavian dragged a hand down his face. “That’s… that’s impossible. Alphas don’t share mates. They don’t share anything.” “I am aware of that,” I snapped. “Then what does this mean?”

By the time I burst in, two doctors and a nurse were already evaluating my brother. “Did my serum work?” I demanded, but their grave expressions answered before their words could. “No, we gave him four doses, but his legs and arms haven’t moved back to their original position,” the doctor admitted, adjusting his white coat with a heavy sigh. Aurora sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her cheeks as she continued her relentless pacing. Four doses should have been enough to cure anything—but this was entwined with dark magic. My leg trembled for a fleeting moment as the voice in my head screamed relentlessly, “You can’t fix this,” over and over. Maybe not, but I was hell-bent on trying.

Replacing her blood? Four years ago, Chris had mentioned the blood swap treatment option to him. At that time, he thought it was too risky and had been hesitant to consider it. So now Emily was back to normal, unlike four years ago, right? Right? He could only say that this was the only stroke of luck in the four years of separation and suffering...

My fingers hesitated over the knife for only a second before I grabbed it, the cold steel biting into my skin as I cut a clean line across my palm. My blood spilled. I dropped to my knees, held my bleeding hand to the sky, and whispered through gritted teeth, “By blood, I sever this bond. By the Moon Goddess, I take back my freedom.” A sudden chill passed through me, and I knew it was done. The marriage between Klaus and I was gone. I turned to my father. “Let’s go.” He didn’t move. “You promised to treat her well,” my father said through his teeth, stepping forward.