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he said between gritted teeth, “it would not affect the magic she has for me. I am first born and he is second. Second born cannot syphon magic from their mate.” I felt dizzy from my eavesdropping. It was all too much to absorb. I decided that I’d seen and heard enough and scooted back to my room. The last thing that I heard before I bounded up the stairs was Lilith taunting Lance with the fact that he needed to be more informed about family secrets. Jasmine was waiting at the top of the stairs. Her hands had a red undertone to them from her incessant wringing of them. “Someone needs to explain things to me,” I growled as I stormed past her and fell onto my bed.

By accident, the camera had unexpectedly caught the reflection of someone in a nearby car window: this particular figure was a slim silhouette, a flash of hair, a hand adjusting a collar. Isla replayed it two times with her heart pacing up against her ribs. And after the third replay, it dawned on her. It was exactly who she thought it was. It was the face of no other person but… “ Isabella” “So Isabella wanted Damien dead?” If so….then what about Clarissa….standing back there at the lot….what then was her role in all this? An accomplice? A planner? The mastermind? What? She let out a sound, a half-laugh, half-animal, somewhere between disbelief and rage.

The city lights spilled in, cold and distant, reflecting faintly in his eyes. For a moment, he just stood there. Then— “He’s not just going after her.” His voice was quieter now. Colder. “He’s moving everything.” Liam frowned. “You’re saying this is connected?” Jason let out a low chuckle. “You think it’s coincidence?” He turned, leaning back against the glass. “Timing is too clean. Too precise.” A pause. “First Isabella… then the company.” Liam’s expression shifted, something more serious replacing the earlier confusion.

she mumbled the last part, then closed her eyes in embarrassment, muttering a curse under her breath. My smirk widened. I exhaled slowly, tilting my head and running a thumb across my bottom lip. “That’s not a bad idea… but if I’m being honest, I was really looking forward to bending you over my desk, raising that pretty little skirt of yours and…” I paused, quirking a brow. “Wait, what color are your panties? Is it black like last time, can I check—” “Alaric!!” Isla shrieked, her face turning crimson, and this time, I couldn’t hold back my laughter at the sight of her stunned, flustered expression.

“Those cars belonged to the Spinelli clan; they were found dead in the trunk of those sedans.” “Cazzo!” I growl, slamming my fist on the desk and nearly ripping open the stitches in my shoulder. “I’ll have to pay my respects tomorrow; they were good allies. What else do we have? Do we know who these cunts were and if they were affiliated with Tulvan?” Emilia’s head snaps up at this and she frowns. “Tulvan? What do the Romanians have to do with this?” Shit. We haven’t told her what’s happening yet. I’m about to explain what we’ve discovered when I take a look at my sister again. She’s biting her bottom lip, her eyes going everywhere but my line of sight… her subtle tells.

Monster Romance • Alpha/Omega • Forced Proximity • Dark Romance Isabel has spent her whole life running from Alphas and hiding who she really is. Ever since monsters revealed their existence and seized control of the world, being an omega has become a life sentence of slavery. And she refuses to accept that fate. So she pretends to be a beta. But when Isabel is chosen to work directly under Razor — the most powerful, dominant, and dangerous of all the monsters — she realizes her lie is about to fall apart. He watches too closely. He knows too much. And he seems determined to drag out the secret she's been guarding. When an accident puts her family in danger, Isabel discovers there'

” “The black ledger?” She raised her chin with all the majesty of a queen. Seems like courage was back. “Yes. The book that holds all Cosa Nostra’s secrets—how many containers you've shipped, how much profit you've made, lawyers and cops you've bribed and all the deadly secrets that could land your entire family in jail. I need it.” Alessandro could feel himself flaring up. Isabelle never knew about that ledger. No woman in the family had known about it. So how did she get to find out? And how the hell did she know the content?

The mate bond and Raziel's mark pulsed in tandem, driving us toward a crescendo of pleasure and sensation that threatened to consume us whole. Raziel's eyes blazed with an insatiable hunger as he tore my dress from my body, the fabric ripping apart with a soft whisper. I responded in kind, pulling his shirt off and discarding it carelessly. His lips seared a trail of kisses down my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.

We both laughed, but the edge lingered. We ate, swapped stories, let the night feel easy for a while. The real talk, the case waited until plates were cleared. Camille leaned in, whispering to Isabelle. “They both showed up at your house? No way.” Isabelle shushed her, glancing around. “Keep it down.” “You’re basically living a telenovela right now,” Camille giggled. “Love triangle, danger, hot CEO landlord-” I excused myself to the bathroom. At the sink, washing my hands, the door swung open behind me.