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He stopped and raised his head, looking past me. The smell of burning reached me first, and I started to feel a familiar heat slowly grow behind me. I turned around, allowing relief slowly seep into my heart. Zane stepped into the clearing, already shirtless with nothing but scraps of what must have been his shirt hanging against his skin. Lightning flashed against his skin, and every breath and poured out of his mouth was pure, silver steam. “So you dare step into this territory?” The single question appeared simple enough, but the quiet way he said it was like a threat. His ice blue eyes flashed. “Do you not know to whom this place belongs?”

It was nearing dusk when Zane stepped into the southern courtyard—the one without cameras, the one left unguarded by design. Snow still fell and the cold in the air had teeth, but he moved like the chill didn’t touch him. He was shirtless again, his skin humming with heat as he sparred with one of the estate’s chosen trainers. The movements were quick, sharp causing the beading of sweat at his temple, breath measured and sure. He struck, deflected, spun, dropped, disarmed.

Without responding, Tyr finished off his shower and did what his cousin requested of him. Intrigued by what he saw, Zeev closed their distance and stared at it, making Zane confused of his action. Although Zane is already used to such reaction when others see his birthmark on the chest, it still never gets old. “What’s that?” Zane smiled and wiped his chest with his own towel and proudly showed his chest to his classmate. “My birthmark. It looks weird but I think it’s pretty cool.” He habitually traced it with his fingers.

Selena gasped as she closed her mouth with her palm “Seriously? You are large, like beastly large!!! Do you know that?” Zaden just chuckled at her child-like reaction. Sensing more questions to come, he stood up from his chair, took off his shirt, and laid on the couch that is right next to the chair. He placed his head on the armrest and crossed his arm above his forehead. He has no strength to teach her his lifelong worth of understanding and possibly debate about it too, in a single night.

lingers, subtle but undeniably powerful, giving them confidence they did not know they could summon. I watch quietly but thoroughly impressed. Even the smallest adjustments by Zenith have measurable results. A deep breath here, a realignment there, and the teens move with an ease that surprises them. I nod to Alejandro, and he merely shrugs, his quiet smile saying, I told you she is extraordinary.

When Dennis’s face filled the screen, his crooked smile made her stomach flip. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, voice low and already rough with want. “Hey yourself,” Zina replied, biting her lower lip the way she knew drove him crazy. She was wearing nothing but a thin camisole and panties, the fabric clinging to her skin because she was already warm just from thinking about this. Dennis leaned back, and the camera dipped lower. He was shirtless, boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock—thick, hard, a bead of precum already glistening at the tip. Zina’s breath caught.

“You’re weak!” Z closed her eyes. The Lord has a special trick, but there was an interval to the way he could use it. That’s what Z wasn’t aware of. Earlier, when Berry’s energy attacked him, his shadow protected him and he put an extra layer of protection by subjecting his skin to camouflaging cement. Z wouldn’t have noticed it if his skin did not glimmer in its presence. Yet, when Sloane’s swords attacked him, he dodged them and did not use the cement thing. The same couldn’t be said when Briane attacked him, but he was only able to activate it from his lower body. It wasn’t as fast as Briane, but the interval to which it activates was not exceeding ten seconds.

After Big Ken caught on to Zeke's fighting ability, his defensive stance turned into offense and beat his opponent into retreat with a few moves. Although Zeke did not have the time to observe Big Ken’s fight, he was also reserving his full force at the beginning. After sparring for a while and forcing his opponent to use all their strength, Zeke could feel that his opponent had used all his moves and was losing his patience, so he finally used his full strength. At that point, Big Ken and Zeke went into their zones. Zachary's fantasy shattered.

He wanted her to look like she belonged in a dream. Zane stepped back to look at his work. Lily was covered in red and gold. She looked like a masterpiece. But Zane was not satisfied. His breathing was getting heavy. He kicked off his boots and unzipped his jeans. When his jeans hit the floor, Lily saw the true Beast of the artist. Zane was massive. His cock was the thickest of all the men. It was dark, heavy, and covered in veins that looked like the tattoos on his arms. It stood straight out, pulsing with a wild energy. It looked like it wanted to devour her.

Brielle POV. Zen moved around me slowly, his measuring tape flicking softly against my skin as he noted down every number. He was graceful and lively, with bright eyes and warm hands—everything felt lighter when he was near. He had told me earlier that his name was Zen, and I could tell right away that he was different from the serious, formal people I usually met. He hummed a little tune while he worked, but I stayed completely quiet, my mind still stuck on the sharp words Luna Celestia had thrown at me just minutes ago. I felt empty and cold inside, and I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word.