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"You said you wanted it gone permanently, Elara. I am only trying to help." I knew he was only trying to help. It was just fun to tease him. "Did you find anything?" "There are several methods," he said, turning the book toward me. I looked at the pages. "Several?" "Most are useless." "Wonderful." He smiled. "One says that a rejected bond should weaken naturally over time." I touched my neck. "It hasn't." "No." "How long does it say?" "Depends on the strength of the original bond, the circumstances surrounding the rejection, and the wolves involved."

"At once, my Lady. It will be done with the utmost discretion." ​After she scurried out of the chambers, I walked over to the tall bookshelf near the fireplace, pulling down a rare, leather-bound volume on royal history and fated matches. I flipped through the ancient parchment pages until I found a heavily guarded passage concerning rejected bonds. ​My eyes scanned the elegant script: ​A rejected fated bond may weaken the physical heart of the wolves, and the mind may choose to move forward with political logic… but destiny possesses a dangerous, stubborn habit of returning to claim its own.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

Just a mark, a crescent moon carved into the spine. Naturally, it intrigued me, desperate to find anything that could mean something to this messed up situation we were in. When I clicked to the first page, the letters were written in a thick, looping script. “The Tri-Marked: On the Rarity of the Three-Tethered Bond.” My heart felt like it stopped for a second, my finger hovering over the next button. Whatever is here… it could change everything. Well, maybe more than it already has. I took a deep breath before I continued reading.

I lost the count how many times we made love. Later when I get exhausted, Aspen took me in his arms, and I placed my head on his chest inviting the sweet slumber after our lovemaking. Book 2 of this will come soon All questions about winter's family will be answered. And an excellent session will be taught to winter's family. It will be the last book. Thank you so much for reading . COMPLETED DATE: 24-11-2020

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Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

He crossed his arms and rested his elbow on the armchair, his palm supporting his tilted head as if he were assessing the children. “Tales,” Raja called out, indicating he was scared. “I know,” was all Tales could mutter as he didn’t look away from the man’s face. He stared at it as if engraving the man’s face into his memory. He clenched his teeth. The man smirked darkly and stood at the center of the mezzanine. “Welcome to Twilight Organization. I am happy and excited that some of you will be part of our family,” said the twisted man.

Rhea Morreti, the female lead and the daughter of a Sicilian gang member; was meant to be a silent spy and was planted in the Vitale family to dismantle them from within, under the guise of an arranged marriage with Adriano Vitale, the son of a rival gang leader. But when her own brother, Dante, exposes her to further his own agenda, she becomes the scapegoat for a war she never planned to fight alone. Marked for execution, she barely escapes with her life—only to return stronger, deadlier, and carrying a secret that could shake the very foundation of their world. Even though Adriano Vitale never wanted the marriage, he didn’t want Rhea dead, especially since they had fallen for each other.

That night they called for “Web of Thorns.” The sanctuary torches burned low and menacing. The air was thick, humid, and heavy with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the sharp, dangerous edge of two bloodlines circling for dominance. Over one hundred bodies filled the space. The encrypted global stream surged past 61 million viewers.