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Hera asked. “You know I don’t take well to refusals. But I’m sure you won’t resist my touch,” Sean replied confidently. Alright, Hera thought. She could only resign herself to whatever awaited them once they returned to New York. ***

"I won't. Thank you, mother; thank you, Pierre. Alright, Sergio, where are we going?" "Right this way, Miss Amaya."

She nods downwards, and it takes me quite a while to realize what she’s insinuating. I scoff silently, keeping my dark gaze on her face. “And what exactly do you see in my eyes, Seraphina?” “Desire,” she slurs, and it clicks in my head that the vodka was getting to her head now. “I see desire in them. Lazaro. De Luca.” She scoffs, a belch following almost immediately. “Well, if you want this,” she continues, pointing again at her pussy, “you would have to come get it yourself.” She laughs, sliding the curtain to the side and revealing her dusky-gold skin in its full glory.

“Seraphina. Come.” Seraphina didn’t move. Tefiti’s smile faded. “Come,” she repeated, more sharply. Seraphina lifted her chin. “No.” Tefiti’s eyes flashed. “Then I’ll drag you.” She moved so fast the air seemed to tear. One moment she was standing calmly beyond the line, the next she was in the courtyard, a blur of power and speed, claws extending as she lunged straight for Seraphina. Maera shouted, rushing forward.

I watched as she took pictures with those who had requested and when they left, she looked around and was about to walk away when she stopped in her tracks. Slowly, she turned, her eyes meeting mine as her mouth parted in shock and she quickly averted her gaze. I watched as her face flushed with embarrassment while she tried so hard to not look in my direction. She walked in the left direction and then to the right before she fixed her gaze back to me. Seraphina pursed her lips, tears pooling in her eyes in a way that made me push away from the car. What was wrong? Before I could wrap my head around things, she suddenly ran towards me and in the next minute, she was in my arms, wrapping her

before they bickered back and forth on what movie to watch before eventually relenting and picking one with their eyes closed. Halfway through the film, Salvatore fell asleep, but Serafina sat upright, watching the screen, but not comprehending as the events of the day buzzed through her mind. The change, the people, the faces, the news, it all had a very sad feel to it and Serafina didn't understand what to do. Heaving a sigh, she leaned against the headboard and closed her eyes, falling asleep without meaning to.

ZAHIR As I prowled through the dense forest, my senses heightened by the presence of an intruder, I caught sight of a figure frozen in surprise. Moonlight bathed her features, revealing the unmistakable face of Serafina. My heart skipped a beat, torn between fury and surprise. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice rumbling with a blend of anger and concern. She stood before me, her eyes wide with shock, her trembling lips struggling to form a coherent response.

And then… a smirk. The kind that made my knees buckle and my rage ignite. “Oh, principessa,” he murmured. “You’ve never looked more beautiful.” LORENZO “She slapped him?” Serafina whispered as we watched the footage from the secret monitors. I nodded slowly. “She’s fighting back. She’s not like you.” Serafina hissed. “She’s weak. And stupid. She’s in love with him.” And there it was. The word that poisoned everything. Love.

she let herself fall. Not a real fall. A practiced one. Graceful. Controlled. She caught herself on the wall, stood up, and did it again. And again. Testing angles. Perfecting the collapse. My hands started shaking. "Keep watching," Mara said quietly. Seraphina checked her pulse. Timed something on her watch. Then she smiled at the camera... directly at it, like she knew someone would be watching eventually. That smile. That same secret smile from the hospital. The video ended.

Which I'll accept the foreign part, but I refuse to be an object. "Good morning everyone, this is Sarafina," Elisabeth spoke and I'm surprised at how loud her voice can get with such a tiny body. "I think it's best that everybody just excuses Sarafina, this is all quite overwhelming and she needs some space. Wives, please stay behind." After her instructions were given, everyone stood up and walked away, leaving behind 8 women who were dressed like royalty. "Sarafina," Elisabeth began, "meet Alpha Quentin's wives," she said as she pointed at the group of women, "the Lunas."