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As well as for me. I can see the surprise in his eyes. I grinned without humor. “You thought I wouldn’t know? Do you really intend to make me look like a fool for the rest of my life, Callum?! I already know! You just married me because you fucking want to revenge! Because my father killed your parents, right? Why? Wm I the one who killed them?! Was I with them when your parents were killed that you married me to take revenge on me too?! I don’t know that either! But why . . . why do you have to be with me when you hurt me?”

I praised him, a smile playing on my lips. He reached across the table, his fingers gently brushing against mine. “Only for you, my Angel. You deserve nothing less. You finished my enemy. I still can’t believe that she is out of our life.” He spoke, feeling grateful. “I have to kill her. Jonathan, I’m born to eliminate evil vampires.” I spoke in a determined tone. “However, don’t do it alone next time. Take your vampire boyfriend with you.” He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face.

I found my hands wrapped around his neck; I have no idea how they got there. I’m quite shocked at my own reaction, I know he’s a killer and dangerous man, I should be pushing him away, cringe away from his kiss in disgust but I’m doing the complete opposite here. Damn him, he’s a skilled kisser. It feels so damn good, that incredible mouth of his was making it hard for me to resist and it’s taking me to a place I had never been before. The taste of his lips and his breath mingled with mine. Jesus Christ.

“If love blooms by the end of the contract and once he knots you, you’re stuck there, impaled on him while he fills you over and over. There's no pulling away, no safe word. Just you and a royal lycan beast who needs to breed.” The image flooded my mind. I imagined Victor’s gentle hazel eyes turning feral. His strong body pinning me down. That knot swelling inside me until I felt like I would break. My scar pulsed faintly under my habit, as if remembering every time I had been marked by something supernatural.

I whispered, my heart aching painfully, "just let me go. If you want, I could end my l..." ‎"Shhh, sweetheart." A tall, index finger found my lips, lingering momentarily before pulling away. "Keep your mouth from uttering such words, only the people I kill get to say them." ‎Ah, he was totally nuts. ‎However, he wasn't done. "Because if you do that, and perhaps attempt to run away from me, every single person around you; Adelle, Sarah, Chrysielle, the people you've treated, I'll hunt them down and hurt them in the best way possible then I'll feed their parts to your corpse and make sure you all have a perfect reunion."

he said slowly, "why should I trust you? You're a killer, same as him." "I am," Dimitri admitted. "I've done things that keep me up at night, things I'll never be able to take back. But I've never hurt an innocent person. I've never sold someone I claimed to love." He reached for my hand, pulling me closer. "And I'd burn down my entire world before I let anyone hurt her." Wheeler studied us for a long moment—the way Dimitri held my hand, the way I leaned into him without thinking, the way we looked at each other like the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.

I would catch traces of scents that weren’t really there, and find myself murmuring apologies to empty rooms. She never answered. I used every connection I still had to investigate the so called “revenge” happened in the banquet that year. The evidence was laughably crude. There had never been any vampire acting on Elena’s orders to attack Sylvia. As I stared at the proof, I felt real cold for the first time. How could I have believed it? How could I not even ask her a single question, and instead push her to the opposite side with my own hands. When I found Sylvia, she was already clinging to a new protector, smiling carefully.

"I can hear your heartbeat." I looked at him. Slightly confused. "My what now?" "Your heartbeat. You are lying. You know where Gabriella is. I need you to tell me now." "Fine! You really want to know where Gabriella is? She's in the cemetery! Gabriella is dead and she walks out at night as a zombie! You know where the killer smile comes from? It's because she doesn't have lips anymore so her teeth are exposed in a killer smile!" I said it as calmly as possible. I thought for sure that it would enrage him. That he would demand of me to stop fooling around and just tell him. But right now he was gapping. Shock was written all over his face like he couldn't believe what he just heard.

I have to let Jenna go, but before that, I need to lay her down and push what’s left of her blood back into her body. She didn’t deserve what I did here today, all because I was frustrated. The best way to kill a wolf is to take his mate. The trouble is that my brother is right; he’s a Romerian Alpha, a Royal, and losing one’s mate without sealing the mate bond won’t kill a wolf as powerful as my brother.