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Thank you, Theo, for feeding my big reading habit. Time to forget about my real life. I open the pages to my bookmark. This wolf romance book is completely wild and dirty. A big male warrior who knows how to pick a spicy book is definitely a keeper. He gets extra points for that. Suddenly, a sad thought hits my brain. It is too bad a grand male like Theo would never look at a heavy, fat girl like me for real. Being his fake mate for one single night is the most I can ever hope for. "Stop being silly, Zara," I tell myself. I slide back into the story, losing myself in a world where my life is not a total mess.

​Stockholm syndrome. This Stockholm syndrome wrapped its invisible, suffocating coils around her heart. To anyone else, the tape was a horror story. To Lisa, caught in the web of her own desperate longing, it was the ultimate proof of his terrifying, consuming possessiveness. He had engineered her madness just to keep her. ​"Lisa... look at me," Ethan pleaded, his voice breaking as he saw the eerie, vacant stillness settling over her features. He couldn't stand the silence. He couldn't stand seeing her drift further into the orbit of a predator.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

Seraphine didn’t discriminate. It was highly likely that the books here were put without his knowledge. Kayden wasn’t the man to read at the library. The library could just be here for the sake of it. Not contemplating further about this, she skimmed through the title of the novels. A lot of new ones have been released over the period of five years, and not being able to choose, she randomly grabbed one. From the title, it was a romance between a prisoner of war and a duke. This did some intriguing to Seraphine. Even if she knew it was going to have a sadomasochistic premise, judging from the title and the small snippet, she was still drawn in.

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

------------------------------------------ TRIGGER WARNING This book contains scenes of torture, raw erotic content, and SUBTLE references to pedophilia (Chapter 1). This is not your typical romance novel. It dives deep into themes of WAR, LUST, DARK OBSESSIONS, EXPLICIT S3X SCENES AND GRUESOME MURDERS. This book is slow paced. It is a slow burn. If you’re here solely for the steamy scenes, then you're gonna have to wait till chapter 25.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

I went into one of the open rooms and surprisingly, it was some sort of study/library. “I didn’t know psychopaths could read.” I muttered to myself, and maybe he didn’t actually read, maybe he was one of those many pretentious people who liked to look like they read a lot and just let the books collect dust. I walked in further and took a look at the clutter of books on the shelves – all boring, I realised. My face fell when I kept coming across books that were written in Italian and the rest was just government nonsense. If I couldn’t find a book to read, I would find me a pen and paper. It had been years since I drew something, and I was definitely rusty, but it could keep me busy amidst t

Long enough that my wolf managed to sense the sincerity and purity of his voice and stares. The sensation of the scenario was similar to those romantic kdrama movies I watched on screens. Everything stopped ticking apart from the rumbling sounds of our heartbeats combined. Our heartbeats were in a race to reach the finish line. A part of me wanted to tell him everything - the truth to be precise. To seek his piece of advice on what I must do to get the hell out of this kind of impossible situation. However, my wolf is more scared that once he knows the truth, Alpha Damien might threaten him as well. Or worse, kill him just like they told me about exposing the truth that they have a son with