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If circumstances could allow, her mother would have been here, arm in arm with her daughter as she was being handed over to her new family… “My lady?” Mel straightened, turning her attention back to the escorts. “Sorry about that…” She faced the doors and stepped forward. The escorts assisted her in climbing the few steps and they paused briefly at the door. Amidst the low chatter, Mel picked the melodic sounds of low music, similar to the stringed instruments that were being played in the first section. Mel took a deep breath and found the escorts staring at her, waiting patiently for her next instruction. A barely visible smile touched Mel’s lips and she nodded. Two escorts moved forward,

XAVIER That’s it, that’s my girl. Bite down on your tongue until you can’t anymore, until a pleasurable scream tears through your throat. My fingers curl around her neck as I dig deeper, inching my body closer to her. Melanie whines, right hand reaching for her back. I pull away from her immediately. Yes, I do want her to make sounds, but those of pleasure, not pain. My gaze drops to her back, carefully cleaned and covered with a bandaid, and the lump in my throat thickens.

The sound of her voice got muffled with the sound of people screaming, followed by a gunshot, and the line disconnected. "MOM!" AUTHOR’S NOTE Do you feel that lump in your throat too? Because Luneth just got her heart ripped apart in real time—and Melissa hasn’t even begun her schemes yet. If you don’t leave a comment right now, I’ll assume you’re siding with Melissa. And trust me… nobody survives on her side for long.

I take in the flush climbing her neck and the way her fingers drum restlessly against the bar. “Tell me your name,” I say. She smiles at me "Melody" she says in a singsong voice, "Melody Jansen" she whispers like a top secret and I laugh “Alexander Kincaid,” I offer and she nods. We fall into a strange, charged silence. The bar noise fades, leaving just us and the hum of whatever the hell this is. I don’t do spontaneous. I don’t do chaos. I control every variable, every risk. But right now, with Melody Jansen in a wedding dress, half-drunk and reckless, I’m ready to go against every rule I’ve ever made for myself.

came Don’s deep, steady reply. But before help could arrive, the woods erupted with the pounding of paws. Shadows burst from the trees—wolves, snarling and wild, surrounding the carriage until the coachman was forced to pull the reins tight. The horses neighed in fear as the carriage came to a jolting stop. "Miss Melody!" the coachman shouted, but it was too late. The thieves sprang, ripping open the door. Scaly claws wrapped around her arms, pulling her out onto the earth. She stared in shock at who was waiting. "Mother?" Melody's voice faltered in shock. "Why… why are you doing this?" Agatha's smile was wicked, her eyes shining with madness. "Because you were never supposed to get the life

I moved my hands to her hips and used one of my thumbs to rub her clit. We were both about to find our release when Mel’s face changed. Suddenly Mel slumped over, Jennifer was standing behind her with a knife. I held Mel’s lifeless body in my arms, “You’re free to take a new mate now. She’s gone.” Jennifer’s voice sounded derange; the smile on her face looked like something out of a horror movie. My eyes shot open, and I frantically looked around the room. I was alone. Laying back down, I looked at my phone; it was almost time for me to get up anyway.

he warns before placing his sexy fingers on the keyboard. Melanie stares at him warmly as he plays a nice song on the piano. The tone sends her to the first day she entered the mansion, how she gets lost in his sexy face that she found herself drooling over him. To the time she got stuck between him and his son when they were yelling at each other. She remembers how she tried stopping their fight and she got her head hit on the wall. When she tried running away from the mansion and she messed with the buffer which left a message for Mr Gordon. How she fainted on the cold floor and he rushed her to the car in his arms.

she kisses her son's head trying to block out the cries for help from her pack members. Aiden had left the moment the chaos started, and not wanting to let history repeat itself, Melanie had to stay behind and wait for her helper. She wouldn't allow herself to ruin the seemingly last chance again. "Let's go then, we have to do something to help them," Authur urgently says pulling her mum's hand but a new voice in the room stops them. 'She still looks the same as the first day I saw her' Melanie thinks to herself staring at the enchanting beauty who is still wearing the white clothes from 18 years ago.

Eve yelled as Melanie refused to let go and kept on biting her, the door burst open immediately as Abidjan dropped the tray of food he was holding and rushed to pull out Eve from Melanie He finally succeeded but this time Eve's arm was covered in blood and she had a horrified look on her face, “She's…..she's…..she's….a psycho!” Eve yelled and ran off. Abidjan sighed and looked at Melanie, she was so quiet like nothing happened. “You don't have to bite people like that” Abidjan said to Melanie and she raised her head to look at him, Abidjan was moved by her innocent eyes, he went and brought the tray of food, he placed it beside her on the bed, but was surprised when Melanied crouched down on

Azalea reassures Melody. Melody’s chest loosens, the knot disappears, her eyes relax, inhaling the ocean spray, and marveling. She finds refuge, from the sea, the cottage, a quiet known community, a past reliable person, who takes her back in time, and brings her childhood back to her, as well as her own hope for a new life.