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He pushed my hair out of my face and cupped my cheek in his hand, “I want to take you away, but they will kill me if I do that. I’m only an omega, please forgive me. I knew that they would kill him if he released me; I was their toy. And I didn’t blame the man as I looked at him with sad eyes. His green eyes glossed over as he held a frown. “I’m Cameron”. He said and offered a small smile. I opened my mouth and then stopped once I felt the welts against the side of my mouth. “You don’t have to speak,” he said and lifted a glass of water towards my mouth. He placed the straw between my lips and smiled.

"Heard about your little scandal, big brother. Quite the mess you've made." Carter moved to block him from the alcohol. "How did you get up here?" "Still have the security code. You know, from when I actually mattered to this family." Cameron's face twisted. "Before you decided I was too damaged to carry the Montgomery torch." "You're high right now. I can see it." "So what?" Cameron shoved past him, grabbed a bottle. "At least I'm honest about my problems. Unlike you, pretending to be some white knight while you're just another Langston man who destroys everything he touches."

Alpha Ryan rises, his gaze falling at our table for the first time, King Cameron, can I have a moment with the lady before we sell our souls for it? I snort out a laugh, contributing to the laughter filling the room. King Cameron looks at his watch and raises the microphone closer to his mouth. “Of course, let's take a ten minute break, not in the rules but heck on with it.” “Your brother seems to want it,” I say. My gaze drifting to Camilla. In responsesge shrugs, her hand toying with the biding rose. “Too bad, I want it and I will get it, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil.”

Cameron released her shoulder finally and ran his tongue over his lips, chasing the spill of blood, before leaning over and licking around the wound, cleaning away the blood trails he had left on her skin. “I, Aislen Carter,” she started, and Cameron grinned. “Of Havermouth, and probably the Emissary of the Moon Goddess, or someone like that, take you, Cameron Edison, as my mate. I promise to…” She felt the tears bite as she met his eyes, and her smile was watery through them. “Always see you, as who you are, and always appreciate the wonderful, generous, kind-hearted, stupidly adorable puppy that you are. I love you.”

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

Lady Aurora emerged, flanked by two identical men. “Please inform us if she leaves the house,” one of them pleaded, desperation etched into his features. “We can’t stand seeing our Commander like this.” Lady Aurora gave them a solemn nod. “I will. Don’t you want to meet Gamma Celeriac? He’s in his study.” Study? I glanced back toward the man who had been watching Elysia’s window—but he was gone. The eerie aura still lingered in the air. Teleporting into the study, I landed soundlessly. Gamma Celeriac sat at his desk, engrossed in a book. His expression was unreadable, but the moment I appeared, he closed the book with deliberate calmness.

My eyes were rimmed with tears, turning glossy as I looked up to Cameron. 'Someone apart from Lisa was finally standing up for me. His name is Cameron.' I thought to myself, my heart warming up as he retorted and stood up for me without holding back. He kept on giving me more reasons to think so well about him, but his next words were unexpected cause my jaw instantly dropped open. "Stop trying to ruin her image here on Campus like you are any better than a prostitute who is willing to do anything just to get in bed with the Biker Badboy, Aleric Dolce," Cameron said with a sneer.

“I told you, I could take better care of you than my stoic cousin ever could.” Cameron’s voice was smooth, low, the kind that slithered into your bones. He was already rising to his feet, crossing the space between them like a predator. Rylee had come to him on her own accord. A lamb walking willingly into the den of a wolf. She didn’t answer him at first. Her eyes just locked onto his…steady, quiet, unreadable. Those eyes. God, those eyes. They made Cameron feel like he was looking at a paradox…pure and filthy, innocent and ruined, all at once. And he wanted it. All of it.

​Julian leans in a bit closer, lowering his voice to a playful tone. ​“You look like someone who has a lot of fire inside, Camila, even if you try to hide it behind that good-girl face and that librarian skirt. Those honey eyes don't lie.” ​I feel my cheeks warm up. It’s harmless flirting; it’s the kind of attention any girl my age would get at a bar on a Friday night. Under normal circumstances, I would have played along or simply laughed it off, but in this building, beneath Amy Murphy’s roof, I feel a spike of anxiety instead of flattery.

That sounds daunting. Cameron moves to my side, resting his hands on the railing and looking out. He says nothing as he drinks in the night air, looking handsome as ever. His side profile is backlit by the deck lamp behind us and his features have faded slightly into darkness. He looks like Izzy, partially hidden in the darkness. I could forgive him so easily. I could sit down and listen. Try to understand and ask questions when I don’t know if I should. We communicate well, mostly anyway, and I think that’s why I appreciate him.