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Someone at our college reunion suggested a game of Yes or No. By the time it was Luca Moretti’s turn, we were all a few drinks in. Even the men stationed outside the private dining room had relaxed a little. For one evening, everyone seemed willing to forget that the quiet boy from our finance lectures now ran the Moretti crime family. Chloe Russo glanced at me, something bright and knowing in her eyes, and dropped a handful of screenshots into the reunion group chat. They were from my private account. Seven years of loving Luca in secret, carefully preserved in 1,832 posts. “Elena says you’ve been together for seven years.” She tipped her head toward him. “Yes or no?” I looked at him before

He frowned. “You’re negotiating the wrong direction.” “I know.” “Four.” “Seven.” “Three.” “Seven.” “Fine. Seven.” I smiled. “Good boy.” His eyes darkened. Everyone went silent. Chase groaned. Damion looked confused. Lydia started laughing. Nicholas stared at me. “You are playing a dangerous game.” I leaned closer. “Seven days.” His hand came carefully around my waist. “Seven days.” “Rest.” “Yes.” “Doctor’s orders.”

Right before my wedding, I suddenly discovered that Rhett Calder had been making a mysterious transfer every month. The recipient was his first love, Colette Branson. For seven years, it had been seventy thousand dollars a month, more regular than my period. I put the statements in front of him and demanded an explanation. He was busy working and didn't even look up. "Colette once had an abortion for me. This is my way of making it up to her. "Don't worry. Money's the only thing I'll ever give her." I cried. I made a scene. My friends all tried to talk me down. "It's only seventy thousand. Rhett's so rich he'd think seventy thousand was too cheap to even buy you a handbag. "The firs

I was hopeful that they'd snap out of their coma before the seventh day, because only them could reveal the identity of the people they had fought with. When the seventh day finally arrived, it was a depressing, suffocating and cold day. I stood on the balcony of my private chambers, watching the sun begin its slow, agonizing descent toward the western peaks. Seven days of silence from my best men. Seven days of a hollow, aching void where Sara’s presence should have been. My skin felt too tight for my body, my wolf pacing so violently within me that my bones felt ready to snap.

My wife, Camille Ashford, loved watching me get jealous. She said that every time I objected to another man getting too close to her, I proved how deeply I loved her. That was why she turned our wedding anniversary into the same game every year. Her closest male friend, Julian Cross, would take my place for several days, while their friends placed bets on how long I would tolerate it. The first year, Julian wore one of my tailored suits and posed for photographs beside Camille. I made him take it off in front of everyone. Camille followed me into the hall, kissed me, and smiled because my anger proved that I could not bear to lose her. The second year, she gave Julian our bedroom and sent me

I am a Servant of Death, sent to the werewolf realm by the Dark Goddess of the Underworld. She gave me a single rule. Every year during the pack's Dark Moon Festival, I must receive a water lantern carrying a genuine blessing. The first year, my future Alpha mate, my brother, and my childhood best friend all wrote my name on their lanterns. The second year, my childhood friend Julian said my adopted sister, Chloe, was too weak, so he wanted to pray for her just this once. The third year, even my brother, Ryker, who swore to protect me forever, gave his lantern to Chloe. Only my fated mate, Declan, left one for me. This was the fourth year. I couldn't sleep at all, so I finally told them

Marty Greene, a newly hired assistant, publicly humiliates me by calling me a worthless nobody who hangs around Audrey Melton. As my girlfriend and an award-winning actress who loves me more than life itself, Audrey promises to stand up for me. She devises a seven-day plan to build Marty up before bringing him crashing down. On the first day, she replaces me with Marty as her personal assistant, claiming she wants him to understand how hard I work. On the third day, she gives him a luxury car and a mansion, supposedly to make him lose himself in vanity. On the fifth day, she bakes him a birthday cake on a live reality show. She insists it's a crucial part of her plan and begs me to be pa

CHAPTER THIRTY ONE: LATE NIGHT FINDS NOVA POV The week had stretched like a lifetime. Seven days of silence. Seven days of walking past Grant as if we were strangers. Seven days of curling into myself, pretending I didn’t care, when every bone in my body ached from the weight of his absence.

Harmony looked past him into the bedroom, then down the hallway toward the front door, then back at his face. She had every reason to send him away. Every reason to call him impossible. Every reason to choose the clean, bright life she had crossed the world to claim. Then she drew in a careful breath. “Seven days,” she said. Adrian did not move. He was afraid any movement would break the moment. Harmony lifted her chin, not much, but enough to look like herself again. “Seven days,” she repeated. “We see what we truly have here.” Adrian’s heart struck once, hard and deep. Then he nodded. Not trusting his voice.

The wine inside slides and sloshes, unnoticed. “Seven days?” I manage, tasting each syllable like a bitter afterthought. My voice comes out smaller than I want. The room sways—the banners on the walls, the aged wood of the table, and Selena herself: composed, unbothered, as if she has only announced the weather. She watches me with those calculating eyes, the ones that never look away. “Yes,” she repeats. No tremor, no hesitation. “Seven days. Enough time to bind him, to train him, to make him seem inevitable.”