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“Eve.” The man’s eyes narrowed briefly, a smirk rising to his lips. “Evelina,” he purred, rolling my name around on his tongue as though he tasted it. “My name is Keane Hearne. My brothers and I run this institute.” “You—what?” I looked over at Kacey, hoping for an explanation, but she still seemed frozen on the spot. “We’re the bosses here,” he said. “But don’t worry, you’ll figure that out in no time.”

My pussy is swollen and throbbing and clenching around nothing and I need to be filled so badly my hands are shaking. Kane and Soren stand at the foot of the bed. In the firelight I can see them clearly now and the sight makes my breath catch. Kane is the bigger of the two. Broad as a doorframe, dark blond hair, a jaw that looks like it can cut me. His arms are thick with muscle and covered in scars. His eyes arelocked on me with a hunger that's different from Cade's feral desperation or Rhett's controlled patience. This is predatory. Calculated.

He had defined cheekbones and the way he held my neck said that he was strong… stronger than a normal wolf. F*ck, he was a Lycan. Even worse… he was Kane. Kane had an undercut with long messy hair on top and dark stubble. His arched double-slit eyebrows made him look tiger-ish. He had a concrete jaw and almond-shaped eyes, but on top of it all, he was so d*mn handsome. Kane had a bad reputation for murder, drugs, and s*x as well. I didn’t know who was better between him and Ian.

Seeing a new visitor, she immediately stepped back and started to panic, and her pair of dim eyes were brimming with attentiveness. Seeing that she gave off an impression of being shuddering, clearly afraid of him, Kane had no real option except to stop his strides and attempt to make himself show a well-intentioned smile. "You're called Sian, isn't that right? My name is Kane. It was your dad, Uncle Valequette, who requested that I get you." Kane is indeed a very handsome man. His soft curled silvery hair and his green eyes resembled that of an intoxicating python. His nose long, eyes looking dreamy like that of a phoenix, and his body well proportioned that when he stood in front of Sian,

Selene let out a moan, the scent of her arousal filling the air. Xavier began undressing his mate, kissing her neck and nipping her soft skin. Selene flipped them over so she straddled him, “I like this view”, Xavier growled out, his eyes turning dark. “Hello Kane, do you want to play?”, Selene wanted Kane to feel included, having one on one time with him was important, she was his mate too.

At the far end of the room, beneath the towering arch of the ceremonial altar, Alderon Kane stands waiting. Dressed in ceremonial black robes embroidered with silver runes, he looks every bit the powerful Alpha he is. His golden eyes lock onto mine, unreadable yet filled with the same dangerous amusement he always carries. He enjoys this—enjoys watching me walk toward my own damnation. Beside him stands his family. Lady Selene Kane, his mother, sits on a carved throne, her emerald gown pooling around her like flowing poison. A goblet of wine rests in her gloved hand, and her sharp gaze assesses me with something akin to approval.

When he was ready, he left the home while fixing the end of his sleeve, his gold watch on his wrist reflecting the glare from the car lights and he squinted his eyes when he was out, closing the door behind him. The minute he left the house, Ally's friend, Megan, punched her on the arm, gawking at Kane as he walked towards the car, "You didn't tell us he was hot." "You think he is?" Ally raised an eyebrow, glancing towards Kane as he sent a few fingers through his hair, "He's whatever to me." "That's because he's your sibling, Ally look at him walk. Look at his pecs," Jamie bit her bottom lip, thinking of all the ways he could devour her. "He could really rip me to pieces."

"What are you doing, Kane? Dinner's ready. Adrian and I have been waiting for you!" I laughed bitterly and replied, "You've been busy with your precious little stepsister, haven't you?" Kane snapped, "Selena, what the hell is wrong with you? Lyris is pregnant. She needs help. What's wrong with me being there for her? She's a delicate Omega, not as brute as you!" I was furious. "Pregnant? How dare you even mention a child? "What about your own child, Kane? Did you ever take care of me? Did you even try to protect your own child?"

He moved to where Selwyn and I stood. “Thank you, Selwyn. I’ll help the Alpha.” “I’m afraid that whatever he found in the woods tainted him,” the bastard offered up as a plausible reason why I was behaving like this. “So perhaps I should tend to him.” Kane nodded. “That’s good to know. Perhaps we should have him checked out by Ansel.” I saw a muscle tick in Selwyn’s jaw. Maybe Ansel was the answer. “When he gets back from his pilgrimage, I shall put him right on it,” Selwyn agreed.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.