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Autumn’s POVZane grabbed my hand firmly but gently and led me into the vast hall where Clara was already standing, looking extremely nervous. Her hands fidgeted in front of her, her eyes darting everywhere but toward me."Tell her the truth," Zane commanded, his voice low and sharp like a blade.Clara flinched at his tone. She trembled visibly, her mouth opening and closing like she was struggling for breath. Finally, she whispered, "I'm sorry... Autumn, I need to tell you what really happened that night."My heart pounded painfully in my chest. I stepped closer, desperate for answers, dreading what I might hear.Flashback "That night, Mia, you, and I went to the club... you were so happy, laughing freely, dancing without a care in the world. And I—" Clara’s voice cracked, "I was burning inside.""I was jealous, Autumn. I had a huge crush on Zane... and no matter what I did, he never even noticed me. All he ever saw was you."Clara wiped her tears harshly and continued, "I planned t
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Prologue “Did he touch you here, Autumn?” His voice was deep, smooth, yet laced with something dark—possessive. A shiver ran through me as his fingers hovered dangerously close to a place no man had ever touched. My breath caught in my throat, but I forced my body to stay still, unwilling to show weakness. Slowly, I shook my head, my silence speaking louder than words. Zane’s piercing gaze never wavered. The air between us grew heavy, thick with unspoken intent. “No?” he echoed, his voice a low growl. I willed my voice to stay steady. “No, Your Highness,” I answered, barely above a whisper. He tilted his head, studying me as if searching for the truth. “He is your fiancé. Why not?” My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress, my knuckles tightening. “It was an arranged engagement,” I murmured. “We were waiting for our marriage. His eyes darkened, his fingers grazing the edge of my thigh—not threatening, but testing. My body stiffened at the touch, but I refused to
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Zane leaned back, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. “I will allow all the omegas to work in agriculture,” he said, his voice smooth yet commanding. “But… you will work as my personal slave.” My heart pounded in my chest. “Your Highness—” “This is not a negotiation, little omega,” he cut me off, his tone final. “Accept it or not, this is my decision.” I swallowed hard, my mind racing. If I refused, Hannah would suffer. If I agreed… I would lose my freedom. After a long pause, I whispered, “I will do it.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Good. You will work in agriculture during the day… and at night, you will come to me.” A cold shiver ran down my spine. My breath hitched. “Your Highness,” I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… I am engaged.” His smirk deepened, dark and knowing. “Not anymore.” Zane’s smirk didn’t fade as he leaned forward, his golden eyes locked onto mine. “Now, get out before I change my mind and throw you into the dungeo
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Marc’s face twisted with a mix of regret and desperation. “You think he’s better than me?” he snapped, his voice cracking. “You think Zane is going to love you the way I did?” I didn’t flinch. “No. He already does… without betrayal.” Marc’s jaw clenched. “You’re mine, Autumn. You were always supposed to be mine.” Suddenly, Zane stepped forward, his presence like a storm rolling in. Calm… but deadly. “I’d be careful with your words, Marc,” Zane said in a low voice, eyes sharp like blades. “You don’t own her. She’s my wife now.” Marc turned, fists clenched. “You manipulated everything—used force, threats—” Zane didn’t even blink. “You gave me no choice. You were playing games while I fought to keep her safe. From people like you.” Marc laughed bitterly. “You kidnapped me, Zane!” Zane’s lips curled slightly. “I spared you. You should be grateful you’re standing here breathing.” The tension crackled in the air. I stepped between them. “Enough.” Zane’s arm immediately came around
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Autumn’s POV The scent of roses hung in the air like a curse. Laughter, music, and flashes from the cameras bounced off the golden walls of the grand wedding hall. But I stood frozen in the bridal suite, unable to breathe beneath the weight of my gown—or the knot twisting in my stomach. Everything was perfect… except everything was wrong. I paced the room, glancing at my phone again. No calls. No texts. Where was Marc? He promised—he swore he’d be there before the vows. I stormed out of the room, ignoring the gasps from the wedding assistants. Jack was standing near the entrance, nervously fixing his bow tie. “Jack!” I called. “Have you seen Hannah? She was supposed to be with me since morning!” Jack looked up, startled. “No, she left early… said she had something to pick up for the ceremony. I assumed she came here after that.” My skin prickled with dread. “She hasn’t come back… and she’s not answering me.” Jack’s eyes darkened. “Wait—Marc hasn’t arrived either,
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Autumn’s POV: I don’t know when I stopped pushing him away. Maybe it was the way he said my name… the way his hands remembered every part of me. My mind screamed at me to stop this. To walk away. To think about Marc, about everything I was trying to build. But my body… My body betrayed me. It remembered him. Every touch sent a shiver down my spine, every kiss stirred a part of me I tried so hard to bury. I hated that he still had this effect on me. I hated that I wanted more… even when I shouldn’t. I let him touch me. I let him remind me of what we once had. Just when I thought he would push me over the edge… he stopped. His touch vanished like a flame snuffed out, leaving my skin burning, my breath shaky, my body trembling with an ache I didn’t want to admit. I blinked, stunned. Confused. Furious. “What the hell—” I whispered, my voice barely stable. Zane smirked, his eyes dark with something dangerous. “You think I’d give you everything that easily?” he m
