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Elariana His kiss changed everything. When Zane’s lips met mine, it wasn’t merely a physical touch—it was a dam breaking. The wall I had built around myself over years of suffering in the Black Rock pack, under the cold stone floors and Kian’s cruelty, collapsed like a house of cards. Zane didn’t ask. He didn’t demand. He called to me. And for the first time in my life, I wanted to answer.

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The storm cracked outside, lightning slicing across his face, making him look carved out of fury. Zane laughed, low and mocking. “Oh, listen to big brother. Always so sure he can order you around.” He leaned forward, a grin aimed right at me. “Tell me, Lena, did you like it when he touched you like you belonged to him? Or did you like it better when I kissed you where he never dared?” Heat flared up my neck. “Zane, don’t” But he didn’t stop. His hand slid across the table, bold and shameless, brushing my fingers where they gripped the wood. My heart leapt and stuttered all at once.

My heart tugged at the thought. “You don’t know that.” I still felt the need to defend him. Kendra smiled sheepishly and nodded. “Sure. As usual, when it happens, you know where to find me, sunshine. He’s giving you hints now. You better run for your life, baby girl. Zane doesn’t want a relationship. To be fair, babes, I only think he’s doing this because you’re the one girl he hasn’t had on campus, and he just wants it. Not you, babes,” she replied.

Zane and Tyr were on an overdrive. On top of it all, their pheromones mixing in the air made the entire room even more under intoxication. It was the first time Zane craved for someone to touch him. Even during his heats, he would just lock himself in his room and wait for it to pass for a couple of days. He wasn’t even curious how a heat felt like when you have someone to satisfy you.

First, she strips me of my wolf. Then she places me at the lowest ring in Mystic Fall. And now she wants to tell me I’m mated to the most known ruthless Alpha in the East? That had to be the punchline of some divine joke. I mean.. sure!. Zane is handsome, strong and Powerful Any she-wolf would kill to have him. But love? He didn’t believe in it and doesn’t look like he'd be changing that ideology anytime soon. And I… I could never bind myself to a man who would never love me.

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She leaned in fast, whispering sharp and low. "Girls. Zane. Nine o'clock. With a woman. His arm around her." I stopped chewing. Slowly, so very slowly, I turned my head toward the bar side of the lounge. And boom. There he was. Zane Romano, walking in like he owned the world’s libido. His hair slightly messy, white dress shirt sleeves rolled just enough to show a hint of forearm, and that damn smile... And well...under that casually draped arm of his was a woman. Tall, dark curly hair spilling down her back, a face that could be sold in a luxury promo package with a private yacht and chilled Moët & Chandon.

Hopefully. But now I’ve turned into a nymphomaniac. That’s just peachy. Zane, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too bothered by my apparent new problem. Although, I’m thinking he’s suffering from the same thing. Because right now? He’s not passing up the opportunity to settle between my legs again. Strong hands push my knees apart as he kisses his way up my thighs. “You really don’t have to do that,” I release a shuddering exhale, before adding, “again”.