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The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

My phone rang and after seeing the caller, I picked up right away. Ares Anderson I thought my break up with Madeline was the worse thing that happened to me but I was wrong. Athena tore me into pieces and there's no way that I'm able to move on with life. She took a piece of me with her along with my soul. I was going insane. I became an alcohol addict in one night and I didn't even bother to go to work. My parents and grandma were so worried for me. I laughed all day repeating what she said.

"Please, he needs you by his side." Thalia shook her head, her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat loud in her ears. Franklin's name struck her heart like a dagger twisted mercilessly. Her mind spun, replaying flashes of memory she had buried: his betrayal, the fake affection, the bitter taste of abandonment. The cold expression when he handed her the divorce papers. The night he shattered her world and left her bleeding in the dark, unloved, unwanted. Her hands trembled, and she backed away a step, as if distance could shield her from the weight of Delilah’s plea. Her voice was barely a whisper.

Either Cherish hadn’t heard from me and thought I was dead, or one of the others had made an attempt to get to her. “Cherish!” I said as calmly as possible, though it still sounded like a thuggish shout. I couldn’t help it. Craving her touch since the second I let go of her hand almost two days ago has been more painful than the ribs gouges. I can’t close my eyes without seeing the curve of her lips and the way she looked at me before she kissed me. Heated blue eyes, it shouldn’t even be possible. As I hear her squeak my name my blood is racing, ready to devour her when Kohl rains on my parade. /She is human, remember, you cannot risk full intimacy. Deep down she despises shifters, you know

Then he clears his throat to speak, and when he does, his voice is low and authoritative, eerily reminiscent of his father, and his words give me déjà vu. He cups his hands around his mouth, calling out. “Listen up, recruits!” THE END. ************************************** That’s a wrap on the six-pack series! Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. My next book is a standalone connected to the six-pack universe; keep an eye out for Cal and Nessa’s story, BROKEN BOND, to start releasing in late August/early September. To stay in the loop about future releases, join the pack by following me on I n s t a g r a m : c.j.primer

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

When he shoved her the news on tv, though, as wall as the many news articles about the wedding, Christen… Her life just crumbled to dust at the sight. She couldn’t believe it. Once again, she had let sweet whispers take hold of her. Played her for a fool she was. Remind her that there was nothing good about living. At least, not for her. She thought she felt broken when Forrest divorced her, but seeing the man she fell for- whom she thought genuinely returned her feelings, truly loved her more than Forrest had- married someone else, without telling her one word about that other person… It destroyed her. Obliterated her. More than the torture Damien had put her through. A torture she barely f