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He wished he hadn't conflicted such a pain on her, he wished he wasn't so blinded, and he wished he had been selfish but in a way of wanting to love her like he always wanted instead of destroying her, he wished. _____________________________ No character in this book is a Saint, It is a twisted book with characters having their own flaws and twisted personalities, but they learn, grow, regret and try to make a good version of themselves. This is dark romance with twisted and insane characters, regret phase has just started and it will take quiet chapters for Ace to actually redeem himself after all he did a few things to aurora in revenge which she didn't deserve and was wrongly treated as

It wasn’t gentle. It was years of anger and betrayal, twisted up with desperate need and reckless, reckless want. Dominic’s hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the glass table, scattering papers and photographs everywhere. I gasped as the cold surface kissed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat burning between us. His mouth moved over mine with ruthless precision, claiming, devouring. I kissed him back just as fiercely, pouring every fractured emotion into it—every broken vow, every twisted desire.

I looked down at the book and something Twisted inside of me. I slowly opened up the book and froze. My mind went blank as I turnt every page. Page after page of animals. This was impossible. I swiped my hand over the book and still animals. Was he looking at this because he got bored? I looked the way he went and anxiety twisted my insides more and more. I just started an argument for nothing.

We were facing one another, and the concern in his eyes made me abhorred myself for playing such ruses on him. “I am sorry. I am just sensitive these days.” I brushed away the tears and smiled at him. “I guess the hormones were playing a game with me.” “It’s okay.” He kissed my hands. “You are allowed to feel the emotions. I don’t mind at all. I will love you no matter what. Even if you kill a person, I will be on your side to clean the scene, sweetheart.” “You will?”

If he's doing this because of my mom's request, then I hate him even more. "I'm busy. Don't talk to me," I replied before continuing to read the book. He did the same thing. He became too focused typing something in his laptop while I became too distracted. I keep on coming back to the first page since I wasn't able to understand what I am reading. Damn it! I felt my head start to hurt again so I stopped reading the book first. I just decided to turn on the television and it exactly coincided with two people kissing. I quickly moved the channel.

I find myself in a tangled web Conflicted emotions I cannot hide, My heart feeling emotions on either side. My love for you still burning in the flames of hate I fear can no longer be contained. I can't seem to make up my mind, Your presence I both seek and I loathe. It's a battle of the heart and the soul, One I wish I could just let go. The emotions I feel I can no longer sustain, My love and hate for you, a never ending cycle of pain. Soon she loses herself in the darkness, finding herself transpored somewhere else, in a different world.

I rose from where Kevan lay and chased after that person whose back I could only see. What i felt was like a vexing of the soul for what I felt was not human, it was twisted and distorted but it was something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing my veins and creeping up my spine, all I could feel was desire; desire to hate. To kill. I was intoxicated with emotion I had no intention of ever feeling, the acidity of it was residing in my stomach, in my lungs, my mind, in every part of my being, waiting to be unleashed.

There was this innate need within me to draw out those overwhelming emotions so that he could breach the surface again and be able to breathe. His back muscles tensed further when I placed my hand there, but he didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and cleared my mind of everything but the desire to help him, to help taper his overwhelming emotions. It was like I could see them. Rage was crimson red and burned brightly, overpowering some of the others. The disgust that he felt was a yellowish-green. It curled around the other emotions, amplifying them. Another prominent emotion was the disappointment that he aimed at himself. It was a gray and was the second largest emotion that he was feeling.

“You are a human and you won’t understand this fucking mate all about, you won’t understand whatever I am feeling knowing that I am mated to a useless human. I am a future alpha of a big pack for Pete’s sake why am I mated to a fucking human?” The moment he said I am his mate? I felt like something exploded and hit me directly realizing I am not dreaming. Then, when he rejected me the sudden pain is unbearable. Why? Why? I feel something strange, or maybe because he used to be my friend that I got hurt? It’s killing me, his words are suffocating the hell out of me making me lose my breath to death. Just because I am human means I got no feelings and emotions, he is hurting me with his words

He surprisingly said, his voice a little more relaxed but still tense and angry as he kept his jaw clenched. I complied and approached him as he sat down on the edge of my bed, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me towards him pulling my to stand in between his legs, as I was hella short, I was just above eye level for him and so he easily placed his hand on my waist, gently caressing it. How he could go from so much anger to now being calm I didn't know but I was not about to question it.