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But one thing was clear: I couldnt stay away from her. Not when my body craved her touch, and my heart ached at the sight

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Aty nd wandered to Rowan I hadn’t told him about my arrangement with Nesta, but I was sure he knew. Rowan had eyes and cars everywhere the always did.

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make my cliren her unmistakable

I needed to bite ber again, to leave a mark so prominent that it would be visible from afar. I didn’t care that she was carrying aak baby. The need to possess her, to have her as mine, was ming me.

Irma band through my hair, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. But it was futile. She was mine right from the Arming Moon Goddess gave her to ME

The more I thought about her, the stronger the urge grew. I needed to see her, to touch her, to feel her body against mine. Waxing until evening felt impossible.

I glanced at the clock, the minutes ticking by slowly. It was torture. Every second felt like an eternity. My mind raced, trying to come up with a solution.

Perhaps I could summon her now, under the pretence of discussing her art room or something equally mundane. Anything to bring her to me.

I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself. Rowan’s reaction kept creeping into my thoughts. Would he care? Would be feel anything at all?

Part of me doubted it. He had Nora, and their bond should have overshadowed any remnants of his connection to Nesta. But the bite on her neck was a glaring contradiction. It was a reminder that some ties couldn’t be easily severed.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. The desire was too strong, too insistent. I needed to see her. Now. I picked up my phone and dialled Maria, instructing her to bring Nesta to me immediately

didn’t care about the sun, the time, or the consequences. All that mattered was having her with me. I waited, my thoughts continued to swirl.

The image of her in my bed, the way she responded to my touch, it all fueled the fire within me. The anticipation was almost unbearable. But soon, she would be here. And I would make sure she knew exactly who she belonged to.

1 stormed into my room, my mind a whirl of thoughts and desire. In my haste, I had forgotten to remove my royal uniform when I came back from the meeting and went straight to arranging Nesta’s art room.

The weight of the uniform now felt suffocating, a stark reminder of the duties and responsibilities that momentarily slipped from my mind.

Without a second thought, I began shredding every piece of clothing on my body. The uniform jacket hit the floor first, followed by the rest of my attire, buttons flying in my frenzy.

The need to feel unburdened by the constraints of my royal role drove me to strip down to nothing. I tossed the last piece aside, my skin prickling with the cool air of the room.

1 grabbed a sweatshirt, pulling it over my head in a hurry. The fabric brushed against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the stifling uniform I had just discarded.

1 caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my eyes dark with determination and anticipation. Minutes ticked by ruthlessly as I waited for Nesta.

Each second felt like an eternity, the anticipation gnawing at my insides. My fingers drummed against the wooden surface of my desk, a restless rhythm echoing my impatience.

The desire to see her, to touch her, was overwhelming. The thought of her in her art room, the way she looked so happy, brought a bittersweet ache to my chest.

The image of her fingers brushing the canvas, her blonde hair cascading down her back, made my pulse quicken. My wolf starred inside me, restless and eager.

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Her hips flared out beneath the lace, drawing attention to the well of her curves. The lace didn’t cover much beat intel leased, hinting at the shape of her body while leaving so much to the imagination

The triangle of lightly blonde hair between her legs was visible through the sheer fabric, a tantalising glimpse of what bey beneath she had clearly just showered, her hair still damp and filing around her shoulders in loose, slightly dishevelled

The subtle glistening of the water droplets in her hair caught the light, adding to the overall allure of her appearance. Her expression was a mix of defiance and raw, unspoken challenge.

It was clear in her eyes that she was making a statement, one that said, “You’ve taken me back to my room, and now you have to deal with the consequences?

The intensity of her gaze told me she was not here to simply placate me. So, she was ready to make me regret ever thinking

I could control her

Damn, she was really here to turn my world upside down. Her out, her demeanor, every pout of her was saying, “Fuck you for taking me back to my room”

The air between us was charged, and I knew that this confrontation was going to be anything but ordinary,