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“Yeah. Is there a valid reason why I shouldn't be? I chatter and grab one of the two duplicates of the book she's holding and then suddenly turn and walk into the kitchen. Gabriel soon followed me or sat near me on the rocky island, considerably more willing than I to his Righteousness in the reading that seeks us. The air feels heavy, but it could very well be from the nerves and tension running through me from head to toe constantly. I want to relax, I want to start browsing. I flip through the initial two pages to get to the beginning of the first part. The minutes pass and the quiet is more than overwhelming, especially since I can't actually complete the main section and Gabriel has tur

Hey everyone, it's your dear Author Autumn, haha, and I'm dropping this note first to apologize for the inconvenience and then to bring to your notice that the two previous chapters before this of CEO'S WITCH, Request and Acceptance, has been changed and sadly the changes won't be reflected until you delete the book from your library and resubscribe. Which I do encourage you to do, inorder to avoid confusion from the next chapter.

Alexa defended herself. "I am shipping him to you," Alexa added, making Titania speechless. Titania: "..." Alexa giggled upon seeing Titania's flustered expression. She was blushing because of Alexa's last remarks. After she recovered, Titania pouted, giving Alexa a warning glare. "No way! He's my mentor, and at the same time, he's my mortal enemy inside the Academy. I don't find him attractive. I find him annoying." Titania lamented to Alexa.

The girls exchanged looks before one of them stepped closer again, running a hand lightly along my arm. "You look tense Alpha." No shit. I was tense. My wolf was restless under my skin, pacing like a trapped animal. And Everett— Damn that omega. He probably wouldn't even let me touch him now. The thought irritated me more than it should have. I was a senior alpha. I was Knox. I didn't sit around obsessing over one stubborn omega and I definitely didn't stand in my room replaying the expression on his face like it mattered. The girl touched my shoulder again.

As if I would ever do something so ridiculous. Who cared if he wasn’t around? It was good that he was busy. That was what I wanted, wasn’t it? For that arrogant bastard to leave me alone. I needed it. The space. The distance. Freedom from whatever the hell this thing between us was. So why did something in my chest feel… off? I frowned, tapping my pen lightly against my notebook as I sat in my Financial Accounting class, waiting for the lecturer to arrive. It wasn’t disappointment I was feeling.

Noticing Merida and Xavier gathered around Elara, Angie crouched down in front of Xavier. She reached for Xavier's hand. "Xavier, I'm..." Xavier reacted strongly to her touch. "Mmmph!" He made a sound of distress and jumped away as if stung by an insect, yanking his hand from Angie's grasp. Merida explained, "Ma'am, Xavier isn't comfortable with being touched." Angie watched as Xavier hid behind Elara and reached for her hand, clutching it as if he'd found a lifeline. Angie's breathing tightened. "Xavier seems to have quite a good relationship with Ms. Jones!"

~ Runa ~ Their exit forces that tension between Jaxon and I to bubble back to the surface. It is charged, eclectic. As the door clicks shut, I take a bold step closer towards him, my fingers running across the length of the alpha desk, left over scattered maps adorning the furniture. “You’re angry at me.” He grunts out, placing his arms across his shoulder as he prepares for an argument….but I’m not prepared to argue, not anymore. “Actually no…I can see why you did it. I think I would have done the same.”

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"Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance." "Angst and tension?" I stepped even closer, my voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that always made her breath hitch. I looked down at her, our chests almost touching, the heavy, magnetic pull between us making it impossible to look away. "Why read about tension when you can just experience it?" Ruby's breath caught, her green eyes widening as she felt the absolute shift in the air. For a second, neither of us spoke. The teasing