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“I’ll face whatever comes… head-on.” Lewiston’s eyes softened just fractionally for a moment—anger still there, but care hidden beneath. “…Good. That’s the Ruth I know.” Death stepped back, silent approval in his stance. The room felt heavy, thick with tension, but Ruth felt purpose and power stir inside her again, and despite the promise not to touch Naomi again,she made a vow to kill Naomi herself when the time comes. For now,she has to keep her head low. ___ [•N•M•C LIBRARY•]

Ruby’s POV I hadn’t expected things to move this fast. Richard Harlow was a fool. He was the kind of man who craved attention like a hungry dog. He had a wife, children and an empire to protect, but none of that mattered the second I walked into his life. He was weak enough to fall for any woman who made him feel wanted, so I used that weakness against him. Two weeks. That was all it took.

“I’ll never use a spell without knowing what it does—I swear—I swear—please—fuck—please!” Lust’s fingers dragged over my lips, his expression twisted with dark joy. “Lesson learned?” he asked, smiling cruelly. “Hmm?” “Yes!” I wailed. “Yes, I swear! I’ll never touch a spellbook again—I’ll do anything—just—please—” Wrath didn’t stop. He grabbed my legs and pushed them back even further, folding me completely, drilling into my cum-dripping hole with brutal force. My whole body was shaking—slick, raw, wrecked. And they loved it.

"I said kneel." "Why would I follow your command?" Triana shrugged. "First, reveal your identity." The woman yelled, "You are not worthy to know me, you bitch. You are a rogue, who smells like a rotten flash. You're nothing more than a gutter worm. Smelly, dirty, bitchy... a whore who dared to seduce our alpha. Do you think he is interested in you?" Triana had no idea why she suddenly felt the urge to laugh. Normally, if someone insulted her, she would become enraged. But this woman’s words didn’t infuriate her. She sounded more like an envious chick.

He blankly stated. "That's bullshit, Mateo! You broke that treaty the day you threatened to kill me in front of your men." "Enough! Jesus!" Rafe angrily yelled at us. "You're giving me a fucking headache. Holy fuck! The way you're carrying on, Mila is probably having nightmares right fucking now." Rafe uttered in disbelief. "Don't get me started on you, Rafe," I told him in anger. "Hera, I swear to God." He warned me so I angrily looked out the window. The car dawned in silence and I could feel Mateo's eyes burning into my skin.

She hadn’t expected him to bite that hard. Rhett Voss: Give me his name. Right now. Rhett Voss: I want to know which piece of shit thinks he can touch what’s mine. Another voice note landed before she could reply. “You think some pretender can tie you the way I did? Break you the way I did? Look me in the eye and tell me he can drag those filthy little sounds out of you. Tell me he makes you obey without even raising his voice. You can’t. Because you’re not his. You never were. You’re mine. Say it—or I’ll make you.”

Chapter 115 Ruth tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she pulled into the detention center's parking lot. The morning sun glared off the pavement, but its warmth couldn’t touch the cold knot twisting in her stomach. She exhaled slowly, bracing herself. This wasn’t a visit for closure. It wasn’t to ask for explanations. She needed to see the manipulative monster Josh truly was—again. For the past twenty-four hours, she had replayed every moment: every conversation, every touch, every whispered promise. All lies. Carefully crafted. Skilfully delivered. And she had believed them —believed him—because she thought he loved her the way she had loved him.

“We did what had to be done. Would you leave your mate to die? Would you?” The five men looked a little ashamed, but the first one jutted his chin out stubbornly. “We should’ve honored our vow. Javi made a call, and we don’t believe it was the right one.” Hot anger surged through me like molten rock. I stepped forward, sick of listening to these spineless men, these cowards, tear into Leo and Javi. I slammed my hand down on the table to shut them up. “Your vow?” I growled, locking eyes with the one who’d spoken. “Which vow was that? The one where you were slaves to the royals? The one where they had you out kidnapping, murdering, and torturing innocent people? Or was it the one where you sma

"Ahhhhhh,,,hmmmmm....Ohhhhh..F*ckkk..Sh*t...." "Shh." His thumb circles, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I want to hear you beg for it, baby." My head falls back, a strangled m*an escaping me. "Ruther—" His f*ngers move f*ster, h*rder, deep*r— And I lose it. My body trembles, my vision blurs, the ple*sure too much, too consuming— And then, I shatter. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my m*ans spilling into the air as Ruther watches me unravel beneath his hands.

“I—Nightroe—“ “I just don’t want to do anything with you when you’ve just taken someone’s life. Don’t you feel a little guilty?” Every detail of the shadow lurking behind her shoulder was finally revealed before the man. Svanna eagerly awaited the response she hoped for, but she was too naive to think Nightroe wouldn't conclude the answer and make the atmosphere between them tense like a storm. A cynical smirk appeared, then Nightroe said, "I have no mercy. Unlike you, My Little Puppet Wife." "Now I want you. Just do your job properly," the man continued, licking Svanna's jaw wetly. She tried desperately to avoid it, but it was useless. Nightroe tore her thin nightgown apart first.