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“I can swear to you, on Kayden’s life, who I hold very dear, that that is not what I want.” Kylan’s jaw tightened. “Kayden, Kayden,” he muttered under his breath. His eyes traveled to Kayden. “Would that even matter if he will be reborn as Kian?” A scoff came from Kayden. He tilted his head with the faintest smirk on his face. “I do not control what Thorne whispers to others, Crown Prince,” Varius said. His tone stayed calm. “I only want to help my people.” Kylan’s eyes narrowed as if that would somehow make him see through him. Varius tapped his stick lightly against the ground. “Come with me.”

Verik mutters with a bored expression. “I needed a good fuck, and you know I love when my victims are tied down and helpless, though she barely put up a fight like my feisty wife, and now that bitch is gone too, so I needed another outlet and she served as agood cum hole.” Varion shrugs as he sits down, pouring out his bottle of scotch in his cup and sipping it.

he said quietly. She hesitated before nodding and following Cassian into the darkness. Varian was waiting inside the ruins of an abandoned watchtower, the moonlight spilling through the cracks in the stone walls. He was hunched over a worn parchment, his brow furrowed in concentration. Selene stepped forward. “What is it?” Varian looked up, his expression grim. “Elias didn’t just try to control Ronan. He awakened something inside him.” A chill ran through her. “What do you mean?”

The latter had me more annoyed than any other thing I had felt. “I guess it's only a matter of time before he comes back to trip all over you…” Dora remarked as she picked up the remote. “Yeah…” I replied half-heartedly as I had already zoned out into the uncertain world of my thoughts where I kept pondering over what could have happened. Why had Aiden been all over his stepsister like she was the girl of his dreams? He made it seem like she was the main chick and I was some sort of side chick trying to ruin things for them.

Varian with his hands around my waist looked at me with a mix of apology and self frustration. “Varian…” I called out to him hopefully, but he couldn't even bear to meet my eyes. His words filled him but his actions did not. We were not fate mates. But in that split second he held me even closer. “This doesn't change anything between the two of us Thalia, I still love you with all of my heart and a mate bond does nothing to change that,” Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. “Varian…what if…what if you meet your fated mate in future? They say the bond is unescapeable. Shouldn't we just end things here now before going too far?”

Before I could gather my thoughts, he tugged me into the depths of the abandoned warehouse, our footfall scarcely making a sound against the cold concrete floor. “Explain,” I muttered, my voice harder than I intended. “Why is Dante here? Why does he desire me?” Varian didn’t glance back, his focus razor-sharp as his eyes surveyed the room. “Because you’re the key,” he stated simply, his tone loaded with stress. “The key to what?” I demanded, my frustration spilling up. “Stop speaking in riddles!”

I wasn't willing to blame any of the Andrews males inside this room unless everything was cleared up, even though deep down I know that Theo wasn't a murderer. "You see...she still care about me" Jeffery scoffs in mockery, his weak eyes strained at his cousin. "There is nothing you can do about that because this woman standing here has loved me and invested her everything into our relationship. You don't expect all that effort to crumble with your useless interference. Obsessive love has always been your thing and it usually happens at first sight. Beatrice, Vivian, Riley and Kendall? One of them had a good experience with you, but the second one's death was mysterious." He smirked.

Chapter 9 Most times, the most difficult moments in one's life are when you are in a dilemma to make such risky decisions. As I lay restlessly in bed all night, lost in the depths of my thoughts, I weighed the precarious odds and potential benefits of my situation. The tangled web of relationships had captured me completely. Mr. Blackwood's relentless pursuit continued incessantly, despite our familial ties. His persistence both intrigued and unsettled me, casting shadows of doubt on the affinal bond we shared.

He would stay single for his whole life. "Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on the mission Ry. It's not that we are out here for fun. Ofcourse it is fun killing this old hag. And he is the final piece. The end of this vengeance" Rowan retaliated at his brother. Rowan Ferrari and Ryan Ferrari the handsome brothers like what the girls say are not twins but are in the same year. On e born in the starting of the year and one at the end.

My eyes tracked the length of her legs, a sudden, violent possessiveness flaring in my chest. This was Hazel. Little Hazel. The girl who used to hide behind thick, oversized glasses that magnified her eyes, burying her nose in fantasy books while Liam and I played video games. She used to be all knobby knees and shy smiles, a fragile thing we both swore to protect from the ugliness of the world.