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**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.

I grabbed the pictures and flung them back at him but he didn’t even flinch as they hit him and fell to the floor. “Well, yeah. How else would I get those?” he responded casually, pissing me off even more by his audacity to act normal after what he’d done. “You have no fucking right to invade her privacy like that, you should be a decent enough person to know that for fuck’s sake,” I shot back, practically growling the words because of how angry I was. My anger still didn’t affect Xander in the slightest bit, it was almost like he’d anticipated it and wasn’t fazed. Even Ace was too engrossed in the game he was playing to care about the scene unfolding behind him.

Please comment and support Chapter 13 Nazzy I rolled sleepily from one corner of the bed to another, yawning loudly, I rubbed my sleepy eyes only for me to see an image in front of me, I sprang up from the bed immediately and sitting before me is no other than Vincentte, and he was holding my phone which clearly have Fred's I*******m page on it, “You're back?” I muttered calmly seeing the serious look on his face, “Hmmm” He nodded, and wave the phone on my face,

He moaned into her mouth and wrapped his large arm around her waist, switching their positions and pinning her to the mat they lay on. Nina roamed her hands hungrily over his entire body. Her wetness soaked her pants almost immediately, and she probably would scare the birds away at the scream waiting on the tip of her tongue as she anticipated his thrust. Xander wanted to pull back, but he couldn’t. He wanted her just the same. And it feels like a miracle to see Nina yearn hungrily for him. Xander pulled up her mini dress, and his eyes widened at her lines and view of her pants.

“Why? Jealous?” For a heartbeat, I wanted to say yes. I wanted to admit that I wished it were me. But I forced a smile, soft and fragile. “No, I’m happy for you.” She raised a brow, studying me like I was some insect pinned to a board. “You should be. Do you want to know who he is?” Her giggle was light, cruel. “He’s the strongest Alpha. The most handsome in the universe. Xylo Crosswind.” Her eyes hardened, and her smile vanished. She stepped closer, close enough that I could see the sharpness of her pupils. “Don’t you dare steal him away from me.”

**Disclaimer:** This story contains dark romance themes including explicit non-consensual sexual content, violence, forced marking/bonding, emotional abuse, revenge, and psychological trauma. It is intended for mature adult readers only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. --- **Chapter Six: Isolde** Ryder’s fist remained buried in my hair, yanking my head back so sharply that pain exploded across my scalp. Tears pricked my eyes as I was forced to meet his cold, storm-grey gaze—the same eyes I had once loved with every foolish piece of my heart.

she replies cheekily, blushing hard. I roll my eyes again. Ryker’s arrogance never fails to annoy me. As much as I’m drawn to him, sometimes I think I’d rather die than give in to his cockiness. Even if he were the last man on Earth, I’d still resist him. He is so fucking cocky. I hate him religiously. "How are Elysia and Dante doing, Xander?" I ask Xander as I realize I haven't gotten in touch with her since I have been too occupied with Ryker's recovery. He looks at his Alpha and lets out a long weary sigh.

He wore a simple, dark charcoal Henley and black tactical trousers, but the refined clothing did absolutely nothing to mask the overwhelming, predatory violence radiating from his every step. His crimson eyes locked onto me the second he crossed the threshold. The Mate bond flared—a localized, invisible electric arc that violently connected my sternum to his. The collar instantly warmed in warning, and I ruthlessly shoved my emotions down, erecting an impenetrable firewall of absolute apathy. "Leave us, Elara," Xander commanded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the floorboards. "Alpha," the Healer stammered, keeping her eyes on the floor. "Her physical trauma is severe. The burns

I didn't know what to say or what to ask as her words didn't make any sense to me. "Uhm..." I scratched the back of my head. "Are you lost in our garden? I can show you the way out." She stepped closer and grabbed my hands, which made my whole face blush. But my embarrassment immediately turned to worry when she started to cry. "Dyrroth, I only got seven souls. I needed three more, and I couldn't do it. I don't know if I could continue doing it... I feel horrible... And that demon is going to return tomorrow... I don't know what to do!"