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I could feel the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric I wore, hot and intense, gradually losing myself to the pit of his touch. He wrapped my hands around his neck, steading me against his body. My breath hitched as his hands gripped my thighs, tracing its way up to my entrance, circling and teasing the walls of my cunt. His cock pressed against my cunt, the thick muscled feel of it drove me crazy as I was trying to hold myself back but my involuntarily my body tilted to him and when I thought he would thrust into me, he left me hanging, just when heat was already pooling between my legs and my body was aching for more of his touch.

"This is what happens when you push Alpha Declan too far." "Declan's father died young. His mother raised him and Victoria alone. She has no idea how much he depends on his mother." "First the mother steals, then the daughter curses her fiance's mother? They're hopeless." I let the gossip wash past me and pulled out my phone, sending a text. "Declan, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked without looking up. "You'll regret it." He turned toward me, his expression like stone. "The one who should regret this is you. Your mother died because she couldn't keep her hands off things that didn't belong to her.

The second scene: his right-hand man, Paul, tied to a railroad track, the sound of an approaching train growing louder. Paul screamed in despair, "Marco! You bastard! You got us all killed!" The third scene: his cleaner, Vincent, being thrown into an industrial meat grinder as the machine slowly started up… The phone slipped from his numb fingers. His entire body trembled. "No… no… this isn't real…" The video kept playing. One after another, all of his key men. Some buried alive, some dismembered, some thrown into vats of acid… Each death was more brutal than the last.

Not the kind that ever reached the eyes. The kind that only comes before something dies. “No,” I whispered, sending my own message back with shaking but steady fingers. **“You made your first mistake. Because I’m still breathing. And I will find you.”**

~ ANASTATIA ~ I'm really going to die. I don't even get to talk to Isabella after ignoring her calls for days just because of being stressed. I'm going to die. I never got to apologize to Damien for what mother did nor did I get to fuck– Then, with brutal force, I feel something tugging me backwards before I meet the hard ground, eliciting a wince from me as pain shoots through my skull due to the impact. I feel someone shaking me wildly as if I weigh nothing, their body shielding my face from the rain which continues to beat down on other part of me except for my face.

'If we don't break it soon, it'll pull us both under. The words hung there, suspense coiling tight in my chest. Shared pain? The thought of her twisting in agony because of me—it gutted me. I stepped closer, the floor creaking under my weight, and caught her arm gentle. Her skin was warm, pulse racing under my fingers, stirring that damn heat again despite everything. 'Tell me how. Anything. I won't let this touch you more than it has.'

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he said, his voice tinged with fear as his eyes scanned me for any sign of injury. I grabbed Thorne by the shoulders, my grip tight, and stared into his eyes. “I’m fine,” I said, my voice fierce, though the tremble of confusion still lingered. “She touched me. And I touched her. And I’m still alive. None of it makes any sense, but it happened.” Thorne just stood there, staring at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I was on cloud nine. I had touched the Luna of Death and lived to tell the tale.

I Clushia’s spirit, whose body has been violated and cut in half by her perpetrators shouted in despair. “No! I could not die!” her spirit was shouting as she tried to enter her body again, but being cut in half, she could not revive her life. Clushia’s spirit was fighting for her dear life as she did not want to die and leave Fiel on earth. Suddenly, she felt her spirit being scooped by a strong wind, like a tornado.

“Don’t close your eyes.” I wanted to laugh. Too late, Don. Darkness bit at the edges of my vision. The last thing I heard wasn’t a gunshot. “Touch her again, and I’ll erase your entire name from this world.”