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"And you, dear, seem to have something to prove." "I'd like to disappear," I admitted. "But not without being noticed. I'd like to enter the room and have the one man responsible for doing me harm struggle to breathe under the press of his remorse." Lucia nodded curtly in affirmation. "We will play with black." By the weekend, my closet was looking like something out of one of the James Bond movies. Silks, flawlessly fitted blazers, and slit dresses daring enough to attract attention but crafted to create a sense of elegance, not desperation. Lucia taught me how to stride like I owned the world—how to execute calculated turns and how to enter a room with intention.

She snapped her fingers at me, as if not knowing him is a sin. "Is it required to know him?" I replied sarcastically, shrugged my shoulders, and continued wiping the window. "I can't believe you. And you're not even interested?" She shook her head in disbelief. "He's the most powerful and feared Alpha ever existed. But the problem is... He never got a mate because stories says all the women who became his mate died mysteriously. Some even say they were... Cursed," she added when she did not receive an answer from me. I faced her again. Her last words seemed to have caught my attention.

he sighed, surrendering, while mechanically rearranging his messy hair into the same messy look. “Seems like the big bad wolf is putty in my hands,” I teased while grabbing a fistful of his thin dress shirt, brining him closer to me so his lips would go back on mine. A disturbingly arousing growl was all the answer I was given before he made sure to show me just how much I, too, was affected by him. This was an alpha’s seduction, baby, and alphas do not fail.

The layer of sweat on them gave them an extra shine that, by God, had me gasping for breath. I involuntarily brought a hand to my mouth while biting one of my lips. That man was dying slowly, it was a sin created by the devil so that many would go to hell, and why not? After doing a couple more push-ups, he got up using a towel around his neck and turned to show me his slender and wonderful back, at that moment I began to walk in his direction again as if an invisible force drew me to him, as if a magnet drew me closer to him.

Then he saw her photograph. And paused. She was beautiful in a way that did not beg for attention. No exaggerated glamour. No artificial pose. Just quiet elegance, expressive eyes, and the kind of natural grace that made most people look overdesigned. Victor was not a man easily distracted. Yet he found himself reading her file twice. Then three times. So he moved her interview upstairs. The executive floor of Bonifacio Global City was silent and immaculate. Kathleen followed an assistant through wide corridors lined with modern art and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the skyline.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

He leans in, so our eyes met, and there was very little space between our faces. My heart was pounding fast. “T-thanks,” I stuttered, then bit my lip hard and lowered my head. As soon as I lift my head up, I knew my eyes would betray me. “Will you stop doing that damn thing?” he said, then muttered a curse intently. “Doing what?” I ask nervously and inhale sharply. “Are you trying to seduce me using that sexy trick?” he asked softer now. I know he is trying to find my eyes.

"You've been using seduction as an excuse to cover up for your disrespectful habit. Scarlett, the next time you go this deep into my problem, and start telling me impossible things I can't do, I promise you that I would kill you. You're fortunate this time, all thanks to your seduction change of topic. I'll let it slide, because I told you to learn seduction, but next time, you'll witness with your two blue eyes the reason for which I'm called a psychotic Alpha." "I'm sorry –" "Just shut up and sorry for your seduction and yourself. Despite my detestation, I don't slap women, I kill. I'm not killing you right now, I said I'll let it slide, but don't mate me slap you, because you can't surviv

“Yes, you can Rose. We'll take care of the rest.“ “Mission success. Bye old guy.“ She winked at the senator who is probably cursing her deep down. The senator glared at Rose, she gave him the middle finger and walked out of the room. She shut the door behind her and brought out a cigarette from her bag and lit it up. “Finally. It's time to stop living like this.“ She thought to herself. She managed to get herself a big shot yet she left without demanding for more money. Her job was to just get him in the first place. Rose Arthur, a very beautiful dark haired angel who can get any man she wants. She is known as the great seducer to the people she works for. Every man falls into her trap once

He kissed me then, and I knew he'd already lost the argument. Ethan cleared his throat. "So it's settled. We draw him out tomorrow night. Sera plays bait. K lingers in the shadows. I'll be on sniper." Killian growled low in his throat, still glaring at the man. But he didn't say no again. And that's how I ended up slipping on a simple dress and preparing to waddle into a deserted hotel lounge to lure a psychopath out of hiding. I was pregnant, hormonal, and very much armed with my husband's entire kill squad.