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Aella scares me, I fear losing her more than I fear having the videos of my worst nightmare flying around. I have tried to find more suitable words to describe my feelings for her. The word Love doesn't do justice to it...I fear it carries little weight. I burn for her, my heart beats solely for her. I only started living when those blues landed on me. I will die for her, and then rise again to die for her. She is my heartbeat. I wanted to stay away, I wanted to save her the pain of seeing those videos that would get to her, sooner than later. But I am a selfish man, I couldn't bear another minute without her.

If the ambulance had not arrived in time, I probably would have lost my life that day. During my recovery, Scarlett came to take care of me whenever she could. As time passed, feelings developed between us. However, the moment we announced our relationship, Scarlett's mother vehemently opposed it. That was when I learned that Scarlett was actually the heir to the Hayes Corporation, worth billions. I was just an ordinary office worker. We were not from the same world. I felt inferior at the time, thinking I was not good enough for Scarlett, but somehow Grandma had a connection with the Hayes family.

Best believe it got better. The book is yet to go through a thorough edits. I await your beautiful reviews and constructive criticism on this book everyone. With that said, let me welcome you to the fictional world designed for Thane Hossler and Kory Anders’s existence. Her Heartless Alpha Mate CHAPTER 1 Immediately she snapped her crimson colored eyes opened, a loud roar followed. Like always- her face is covered with a mask, her curvy pouty lips clothed in red as she stepped on the stage.

He is a heartless, ruthless demon and an enemy that is not easy to defeat. ******** Violet was standing by the window in her room, watching the rain falling. The sun had fallen asleep, leaving the sky in darkness. Tears dripped from Violet's eyes as her heart crying in pain. All the bad things that happened to her made her feel like she was living in hell.

Memories of every little moment she shared with Jameson flooded her mind. Jameson was the genius young heir of the Hart family, the richest in South City, while Camille Fields was just a village girl from the mountains. One summer at the age of 17, she found Jameson after he had fallen off a cliff. She had never seen someone so handsome and refined. Camille brought him back to her home and took care of him. When he woke up, he was blind and had lost his memory. He stayed at her house for over a year, and only after regaining his memory did he contact the Hart family with her help.

--- **The Heart's Deception** The forest resists. Branches twist into snares. Lightning animates glass wolves, their howls ringing like shattered windows. Tyrax's gift-the current in my blood-lets me shatter them, but each burst drains me, leaving charred nerves and phantom storms. Eden fights differently now, his void scars leaching darkness into the soil, sprouting obsidian brambles that strangle the forest's wrath. We find the heart at dusk. A stormcloud trapped in a glass orb, suspended atop a plinth of fused lightning. It seethes, its core a swirling eye of green-black fury. The First Storm, the Weaver's first failure.

The fourth Node was not a machine, nor was it a pool of lava; it was a localized, sentient storm trapped in a crystalline lattice that predated the birth of the moon. In the center of the highest, most ancient Isle, we found the Heart. It was a sphere of swirling white mist and jagged, sapphire lightning, suspended in a ring of floating, rune-carved pillars that seemed to hum at a frequency that resonated in the very marrow of my bones. The sound it made was a low, constant thrum—the heartbeat of the world's atmosphere.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

But he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear, whispering so only I could hear, "You're a pathetic substitute. You'll never measure up to her not even close. Get used to feeling worthless every single day." My heart dropped like a stone. It wasn't a kiss it was venom, stripping me bare in front of everyone. He pulled back, his eyes dead and empty. Humiliated already. And this is just the beginning. The car ride was suffocatingly quiet, city lights blurring past as I sat with my hands clenched tight in my lap, fear gripping every inch of me.