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I continue to ignore him as im stuffing whatever I can get my hands on, “I cant be here Marcus. Everything and everywhere reminds me of him. My shops, the fields, my office, The Great Oak. He is everywhere. I wont survive this again” I can see tears falling from Marcus’s eyes as he continues to plead with me not to destroy my life. Im not though, its already in shatters. Every time he decides to walk away, I stay and pick up the pieces again whilst waiting for him to come back. He always does, and I always take him back, then he leaves again. I have no self-control, so this time im going where he cant come and find me. Im leaving Oenardil and joining Rircaex.

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Valerius asked. Torin closed his eyes briefly. “Enough to rebuild something that should never exist again.” Zenith sucked in a slow breath. I felt Inferno shift, not rising yet, but unfurling awareness beyond the villa, beyond Lake Tahoe, tracing old fault lines in the supernatural world. "They are testing boundaries," Inferno said. "The way cowards do before they strike." I turned to Torin. “Why now?” He laughed softly, without humor. “Because you exist.” That landed harder than any threat.

In another moment, she would have been ashamed finding herself in a situation like this with him. But now the boundaries between right and wrong had faded for her. Her mind forgot to feel afraid of him, her heat forgot to hate him, had soul forgot to feel disgusted on herself for desiring a person like him who had just taken so many lives for her and tried to torment her because in that moment it was just him and that pleasurable pain he was giving her. Nothing mattered to her but just that tormentor and his sin which she was committing with him. He grabbed her hands and interwined their hands and pressed his forehead against he

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Torian, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Lola as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.

The Elder Wolf fragment coiled above the altar, a swirling mass of shadow and rage, its form shifting between wolf and wraith, a grotesque spectacle of what had once been a noble spirit. Kaelan’s gaze flickered to his side just in time to see Torin intercept a cultist aiming for his back. With a brutal snarl, Torin ripped the enemy apart, the sound of tearing flesh mingling with the cacophony of battle. “You’re getting slow,” Torin spat, shaking the blood off his hands, a smirk playing on his lips despite the chaos around them.

I screamed in great pain and my tears were already scattered all over my face. My body felt very hot and I was already sweating. "Let go of me." I said tiredly. The creature said nothing and continued with the torturing pain it gave me. It's eyes were directly fixed on my face which added to my terror. The body was that of a dirty and withered spider but the face had six eyes on each side and one side of the face was that of an ugly baby and the other side was of an ugly and wrinkly old man's face.

My wolf howled in exhilaration, relishing the freedom of the run. But, even in the midst of the adrenaline-fueled sprint, I couldn't escape the consequences of my actions. Images of Elora's tear-stained face flashed before my eyes, and guilt started to creep in. How could I be so heartless to her? She was innocent, a victim of my mistakes. The weight of my responsibilities as an alpha felt heavy on my shoulders. As I slowed down, the anger began to dissipate, replaced by remorse and a sense of duty. I needed to make things right, to mend the broken relationships I had caused. Luna deserved better, my son deserved better, and Elora deserved a chance to feel loved and accepted.