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he said quietly, warning in his tone. She ignored him, her voice soft but merciless. “I mean, I never thought Julian could do something like that. But I suppose when passion gets involved…” Her lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “…morals tend to get blurry.” The silence that followed was thick, with restrained fury. Elara looked at her, calm and controlled, but her fingers trembled slightly beneath the tablecloth. “You’re right,” she said at last, tone measured. “Passion does strange things to people. Especially to those who can’t tell the difference between love and obsession.”

We were assigned to work on a group project, and unfortunately, I was paired with no one other than Rose, the sexy girl. Damn, you can know how excited I was that at least I would be with this bitch who claims to be innocent. So here we are going through the books in the library to find a chosen topic. She was wearing her sunglasses, she took them off and unbuttoned her shirt, saying the library was hot, and her cleavage came into view. I lost my concentration fuck, it is too disturbing to keep staring at the cleavages, but I have to act as a man in her presence, so we move to the corner of the shelf where history books are stacked and rare to check.

On the wall above it, scrawled in blood, were the words, You are all mine, Freya Rose. My legs buckled beneath me, making me collapse into a heap on the floor. The world began to fade, leaving only the vision of my beloveds decapitated head etched into my mind.

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“That man is just fooling you, nerdy. For sure he doesn’t really like you. He just wants to get you because he finds you interesting. And because you’re gullible, you’re already believing him.” “How can you manage to say awful things like that to someone? Is that how cruel you are? Because you’re rich, because you’re handsome, because you can fuck any girl that you want, you already think that I don’t deserve to be loved too?!” Tears started to fill my eyes as I looked at him. “Oh well, how can someone be in love with me anyway. How can someone love an ugly nerd like me, right? Is that what you want to say?!”

Addison fumed, her rage spilling over as she recalled of how she lost Mason overnight to someone she saw as a pathetic, ugly intruder. She was seething, more furious at the fact that Mason had chosen Isabel over her, someone she considered nothing but an ugly creature undeserving of a second glance. Addison might have felt less humiliated if Mason had chosen any other woman instead of Isabel, whom she couldn't even stand to be near.

I responded. He shook his head a little. “No, you don’t. You don’t know how just a touch of your hand can take away the pain from my past, and you don’t know how lying next to you at night stops the nightmares. You don’t know that you’re the first person to really make me smile, and you definitely don’t know that I’m so in love with you I can’t see or think straight. ‘In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.’”

Maybe that makes me sounds like a psycho but it's truly the only time I feel anything. I go back to the frat house several hours later feeling very unsatisfied. I head up to my room and lock the door. I open my laptop and find myself searching Violet Shaw on F******k. I find her page but it’s blocked. I try i*******m and her profile is thankfully open.

But it didn’t. I swallowed everything back. It isn't Lucas’ fault, I reminded myself. It isn't his fault that the Italian mob has been worshiping a fraud. A half-Russian fraud. The very thing they hate. It wasn't his fault that his father loved his mother so much he hid everything and treated Lucas like his own. It isn't his fault that I had a crappy father who hadn't thought of faking everything and instead he boasted to everybody that he broke the rules because he was in love! As if love could save him from the consequences. Turns out, I was his last resort.

Why? What sin did I do to deserve such a heartless punishment? I loved a werewolf. Is love a sin? If so, God is the one to be punished for giving me the ability to love a beast. God, including your Moon Goddess, is the one to blame, not me or my baby. Mark my words, you will pay. You will pay for the slow death my baby and I are suffering now. You will regret the minute you left me to die, tied up here, on this tree.