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CHAPTER 92 LUCIAN I was standing outside the door as I waited for Darcy to break the mate bond between Damien and Ivy. Usually , a mate bond was only able to be broken by one of the werewolves who had the mate bond. Since Ivy was a human, the only person who could break her mate bond with Damien was Damien himself. It was annoying, but it was the truth. It was fortunate that I hate Darcy though. She was a witch, and her powers made it possible for her to handle things like this.

Zane’s POV “Fair,” I said, crossing my arms. “But why would I believe a lowlife wretch? You might have torn those pages just to provoke my Alpha or trigger our curiosity. There's a chance there's nothing in them at all.” Eryndor met my gaze, and despite the blood crusting at the corner of his mouth, he managed something close to a smile. “Go fuck yourself, Zane. That won't work on me either. I'm the only one who read those books, and I'm the only one who knows what was in them.” His voice cracked. “Even if I lose my mind, I won't give you a damn thing.”

The only one who was and will forever be special to me is Riley; no one can take her place in my life. “He's a soulless man. A man that can never be satisfied by anything in this world, no matter how much he steals, destroys, and rules by force. A man who doesn't care about the consequences of his actions because he doesn't care if he lives or not.” The markings of my grip on the witch's neck were red and vicious on her skin. The pain from what I did to her is still there, crawling and repeating Vera's advice for her to stay away from me. Yet, she still dares to step closer to me again, hiding her anger and hatred, making only lust visible in her eyes and voice as it drops down to a seductiv

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

She frowned, finally opening her eyes to look at me. “You’re sad, mad. Why are you sad mad?” I nodded. She smiled just a little as she rolled her eyes. “Because I’m so broken that I can’t even make out with a hot guy that I want. He broke me that even as good as it felt making out the minute your hand touched my thigh, I was sucked into that nightmare.” she shook her head.

Every good girl is warned about the bad boy, who goes looking for trouble, with split lips and bruised knuckles. But no one warns you about the broken ones,who stay so silent, you begin to wonder what's brewing in their heads, whose grey eyes are so hollow with intense sadness and darkness to them. Boys with rings underneath their eyes. Boys who whisper things so sweet and quietly you wonder if he was an angel. Luca is your broken bad boy, with a thunderstorm brewing deeply in his eyes, he finally finds someone who brings light to his life. Turns out she's also broken too. Together, through battles and unbreakable walls, they try to help each other fix their broken pieces.

Her grief was his grief. And somewhere beneath all that pain, her wolf stirred weakly, causing his to howl, it surged, and his heart restarted. His claws found purchase on the riverbed, and he dragged himself onto the ice, gasping and bleeding. She was alive, but she was dying from the slow decay of a rejected bond. Her wolf was consuming itself, eating its own magic to keep her heart beating and she probably didn't even know. She had maybe a year, maybe less. He'd done this, he'd broken her. And the guilt was as fresh as it had been since the ritual that evening.

**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.

I hate disgusting, cowardly men like that. “I said shut up! Leo has already taken care of that man!” Rose snapped, her brow furrowed. (I should have cut off his genitals and...) Crash! Rose stared at the mirror, now shattered into pieces before her, breathing heavily and glaring. “Your British accent really makes me sick! Next time I’ll lock you up, so you don’t disturb my enjoyment of this comfortable, clean city.” After that, her expression turned flirty again. “At least I like this outfit.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a stinging pain in her knuckles. “I hate pain,” she grumbled irritably. “And blood. I hate blood.”

"As far as I know, Lauren already has an arranged marriage, yet you say you're her fiance. Do you have any proof?" "You're just a broke loser, yet you want me to show you proof? Who do you think you are?" Yuri kicked over my motorcycle and jabbed a finger toward my face, shouting arrogantly. "I'm telling you, even if I want to sleep with Lauren, I can. All her money will be mine sooner or later! If you know what's good for you, hurry up and pay. And lick the entrance clean for me, then maybe I'll let you off…" I finally had enough. I clenched my fist and charged at him.