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One day when the heavens would be so kind to him again and send back Jay to his side. “Mr. Frost.” Zane’s thoughts were interrupted by Ryan’s gentle knock. “You have a meeting in ten minutes. Do you want me to reschedule it?” Ryan, having worked closely with Zane for so long, knew that his boss was lost in his thoughts. “No. Let’s go.” He went to the meeting, yes. But Zane’s mind was far from what was going on. It had been wandering since six years ago, when he was first met with darkness.

Elariana The morning still felt like it was stepping around me carefully, as if it was not sure it was allowed to pour full light over me. But when Zane stood and said he would have breakfast brought, something tiny yet enormous shifted inside me. The thought that my hunger was not a scandal, not shame, not the doorway to punishment. It was simply a sign that my body was alive, and someone did not want to silence it.

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“Think what you want.” The door opens again, and Zane steps inside. He’s dressed casually today, a fitted black sweater and dark jeans, but there’s an effortless confidence in the way he carries himself, his broad shoulders relaxed, his dark hair slightly tousled. In his hands, he holds a bouquet of flowers. His eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I forget the weight of my parents’ words.

The doors swung open, and a flutter of excitement surged through Catalina’s heart. She was pushed into a room that radiated strength and elegance. Bookshelves embraced the walls, their treasures lovingly curated. The gentle warmth of the fire danced in the hearth, its soft crackle filling the room with a tender ambiance, while shadows wove their delicate patterns across the gleaming surfaces. Behind a grand desk sat Matteo Moretti, a figure of intrigue and longing. He was nothing like the image she had conjured in her mind. He was younger—likely in his late twenties—but there was something about him, a presence so commanding that it sent shivers down her spine.

I didn’t agree to that, but would it be that bad? Not for nothing, but Zane is sexy as hell. He’s mysterious and definitely dangerous. I can sense he’s powerful. Zane’s aura is more potent than an alpha’s aura. He demands respect and loyalty. He’s not a man to mess with. His job is to collect the souls of the dead and deliver them to Death. Yeah, he’s not an enemy I want to have. In a way, I’m intimidated by him, and he doesn’t even own my soul yet. Combined with his handsome good looks and fit body, I bet he knows exactly what to do with a woman.

he muttered before walking off down the street at a pace far too quick to be called graceful. I raised an eyebrow at Zane. “Seriously?” He stepped closer, plucked the book from my hand, flipping through the pages without actually reading. “You let him bother you too long.” “I can handle myself.” “I know. But it’s more fun watching him sweat before he runs.” I exhaled and crossed my arms. “Do you always show up like a ghost every time I’m alone?” He lifted a shoulder, relaxed. “Maybe. Or maybe the universe just likes giving us… very inconvenient coincidences.”

“I’m so sorry, pup. About all of it.” Before I can respond, the door swings open again. Zane enters, his massive frame filling the doorway as he balances a large, leather-bound book in his arms. The tome looks ancient, its cover worn smooth by countless hands over what must be centuries. His steel-grey eyes find mine immediately, something unreadable flickering in their depths. “James,” he says, nodding toward the chair across from us. “Take a seat.” My father squeezes my hand once before releasing it and moving to the indicated chair. Zane settles the book on his desk with surprising gentleness before taking his own seat beside me. I can feel the heat radiating from him, a constant reminder

I immediately knew it was no other than Zane. I was stunned by his wolf’s beauty, he was absolutely gorgeous; even though he was covered in a little blood. He shifted in his human form, in front of me and OH BOY! Holy mother of all fucks! Zane in his human form was even more beautiful than his wolf form, he was a walking Adonis. The epitome of male beauty and strength. He oozed this sexy yet dangerous aura about him, suitable only for an Alpha. My gazed lowered and Motherfuc —

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.