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My fated mate wants my body and soul… but he still calls me by his missing wife’s name. ____ Framed by her best friend. Rejected by her groom. Cast out by her pack, Savannah’s world shatters. Until Xavier, the Alpha of Alphas, finds her. From the moment their bond ignites, it’s raw and addictive. He touches and kisses her like he can’t breathe without her. But he believes she’s someone else—his missing wife. His daughter calls her “Mommy.” And the mate bond burns hotter than she ever imagined. Savannah has secrets. A past she’ll never speak of. She swore no man would ever own her again. So why does her soul beg to be his?

Trembling, I slowly turned around and saw no one behind me. "Don't be scared... I'm Vex your fire." I blinked rapidly trying to process what was going on. My mother had mentioned that I'd get my fire when I was older. "Keep walking before they find you." I nodded quietly and picked the pace and my gaze lingered on my hand which had dark marks on it. What's happening to me? "They poisoned us Rogue and we have to get out of here if we ever want a chance of surviving." My heart was pounding frantically in my chest.

Mark says, tapping the floor with his fingers, the other hand on his knee. “Alright… mmm… I don’t know. Stand up and drink to this line without stopping,” I order, pointing at the bottle. For some reason, Mark takes off his purple sweater. I can’t help but follow his bare torso with the corner of my eye. I’ve never seen him like this. He has tattoos like Sam, well-defined muscles, and a small infinity tattoo below his navel. I swallow hard and glance discreetly at Sam. He’s been silent, pupils dilated, gaze lost.

Her clothes were ripped, her stomach and thighs was stained with dried blood, and thick red marks lined her back in neat, cruel rows. “Rogue?” Silas asked, his tone sharp with suspicion. I crouched beside her, my gaze lingering on the whip marks. Those weren’t from a rogue attack. They were deliberate. Systematic. Punishment. “I don't think so,” I muttered. “She was probably flogged and left out to die.” A moment of silence, then I continued. “Let's take her since she is still alive.“ Silas eyes furrowed in shock. Then he frowned. “That’s not our problem, Thorne. She’s a burden we can’t afford. She might bring trouble with her. Who knows what she might have done to be punished like that.”

Alexander's legs kicked furiously, his body straining against the heavy undertow as he dragged us sideways, away from the falling debris, until our heads finally broke the surface behind a row of burning wooden pylons. I coughed violently, my throat burning as I clutched Leo, who was gasping and shivering against my neck. "Alex," I choked out, looking around the smoking water. "Where is Mark?" A sleek, black tactical inflatable boat slid through the thick gray fog, its engines muffled. Mark was hanging over the rubber side rail, his face pale from his throat injury, his hands reaching down to grab the collar of my wet blazer. "Get them up!" Mark wheezed, his security team instantly hauling m

Atlas came over to his side with a reaper card and waved it in front of his face. "I have a soul to pick up. It's not Sophia's but I do need to take off for a bit and Phil's going to tag along. Well, I will be transporting him so he doesn't get weak, " he snickered. Faelon nodded and watched the new mark that was on Sophia's shoulder disappear completely and grinned slightly seeing his bite mark still on her neck. He glanced down between her thighs and saw the mark Vincent put on her. "Why is Vincent's mark still on her?" He asked bluntly. Hoka lowered his hand and sighed.

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

Like something ancient was now awake. I pulled back my sleeve. The mark on my arm, which was once golden, now shimmered a deeper color. Burnt red at the edges. Gold at the center. Like fire smoldering beneath skin. Null stirred beside me. Her voice was quieter than usual. "Kaia... that mark. It changed." "I know. It happened after the clone broke. After the Heart collapsed." Subject 13 stood. "The Heart's destruction should've severed all central code links. That mark shouldn't exist anymore."

he questioned our certainty with a mischievous tone that only intensified the surrounding tension. When he directed his nod to her wrist, my eyes automatically tracked his gesture. The sleeve of her tattered shirt had been torn, the edges scorched; it was an unintentional proclamation of violence that had driven her here. Beneath the fabric, I noticed something faint but unmistakably alive: something pulsed. The Mark. Not one element but four.