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Author: Ashabi

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ALEXANDER.

Every part of me wanted her. I craved her so much to the point that I had to hold my breath. She smelled like heaven. She smelled like what peace would be. I knew I wanted to touch her and kiss her and fuck her. I knew. However, I couldn't. That would be disrespectful. I couldn't have her. I couldn't bring myself to disrespect her body like that knowing I would never be able to mark her and marry her like she wanted. This was the highest good I could do for her, stop myself from devouring her.

I walked to the living room and cleaned the blood spilled by the dead rogue before carrying his dead body to the back of the house. I called the head guard right after to check the body out. If I was right then it meant someone was after my life.

‘Or hers.’ Tyrant came forward and I nodded.

“What are we going to do about her? You know she can't go home and staying in our house will only arouse us.” I asked. My wolf was my adviser, he knew everything about me, and ever since I go

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LENA. I couldn't be mistaken, it was Alexander but how come he had been with Jenny for the longest time. Even before I had my kids. Jenny once told me she was in love with a guy named Xandy. She told me how she fell in love with him. She also mentioned that he was the one I slept with; the father of my kids. Could it be that Xandy was the father of my kids and also Alexander? My mind spiraled at the thought. It couldn't be right. How was it possible? That I had slept with Alexander that night? If I had, then I would have remembered. His scent would have made me aware that it was him. Plus, the pictures and videos showed didn't tally. Alexander went crazy for years and was in the pack, how could he be in videos and pictures with Jenny? It wasn't making any sense. “Then why has Jenny been running from you and who is this new guy?” My wolf asked. I couldn't respond. I was confused as well. Mom returned to the kitchen, she walked over to the kitchen cabinet and she continued to
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LENA. ONE YEAR LATER. “Mom,” I heard Isna call me while I was in the kitchen with my mom. Lucia decided that we were family and we shouldn't be apart. I really needed someone hence our relationship was needed. It had been one year since the issue with Jon Murray. We bought a house on neutral ground and I also changed my workplace. The hospital still reminded me of my past. Alexander’s death. It hasn't been easy moving on, I couldn't. Not when every night I had dreams of him. Wet dreams and whenever I woke up, I found my pussy dripping. Lately, I had been feeling weak and I knew it was the death of my mate that caused it. Anyway, Isna ran into the kitchen while mom was preparing lunch and I was working on my laptop. She carried a pink barbie bag which mommy got her the last time she went to Dubai. She got a set of it for Riana’s and Nathan’s children as well. Riana and Nathan are her kids with Jon Murray. They are really nice and they love Isna and Israel so much. We became
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LENA. I went with the policemen, unaware of what was going on. When we arrived, they took me to the interrogation room. There was a man in the room and next to him was a woman, almost wailing. She looked sad and her arms were folded over her chest. Her face looked familiar but I couldn't quite place it. Moreover, I was here for something more important. What the hell was going on?“Do you know this man, Lena?” The police man who took me here asked. I stared at the man, his face looked doomed. As if he already knew his fate and was in fact unredeemable. I shook my head. I had never seen him.“This is the man who hired an assassin to get you killed.” “Please stop, my husband would never do such a thing!” The woman cried, and she wiped her tears again. I turned to the police man. “What are you saying?” I asked, exhausted at this time. I just want to be back in my home, prepare dinner before my kids get back from their nanny’s place. He was a black police officer and he looked
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LENA. He stopped breathing. Gone. Dead. My mate. I could feel the tether break. I could no longer smell him. I was staring at the corpse of my mate. No. Oh my god. No. What did I do? Why did I kill him? I moved my legs to him and fell next to him. I grabbed his shirt, and lean the side of my head on his chest, to hear his heart. As expected, he wasn't breathing. I had killed him. I paused. And stared at his lifeless body. He was really gone. My mate was gone. Oh no. I killed him. Tears ran down my cheeks. I sat next to him, cupping his cheeks. In this moment, I remembered who he used to be. My teacher. I watched him from afar when he taught. Even before I knew he was my mate, he always stood out to me. He was handsome. Well-spoken. The best. Even when he made me feel small, I still smiled when I thought about him. In those moments, I never thought that a day like this would come. A day when I would stab him with po
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ALEXANDER. Lena. I knew Lena. Because Lena was in my room. “Will you find her for me?” She asked, staring at me. “Will. It. Make. Lady. Happy?” I wondered if it was going to make her happy. Forgive me? Smile at me too? How could she, when the monster was right in the back of my mind. And he was ready to make me do more bad things. Bad things are things that makes people sad. I did bad things. “Yes, to an extent,” she replied. “Lena is in. My. Room,” I said. She lifted her head. She was staring at me. Not two seconds. Not three. Not four. But thirty. I counted. “You don't even remember people’s name, how come you know hers?” She asked. Its Lena. Her name, I could never forget. Her name was Lena. She called herself Lena, that day. “I. Am. Sure.” “I don't believe you. Maybe you now know how to lie.” She looked away. “Or you just want me to help you write .” She lifted her eyes and stared at me. It was as if she was picking up something. “I will help you.
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LENA.Alexander didn’t come back to me.No.He left—and never came back. I had prepared it all—his death. It was going to be simple. I had the poison hidden inside my bag, concealed in a syringe filled with liquid death. All I needed was the right moment. The irony was cruel: the man I once obsessed over, the one I had craved for most of my life, was going to die at my hands.Back in high school, I was infatuated with him. Alexander. The golden boy with midnight hair and a jawline sculpted from cold marble. I used to trace his name into my notebooks and imagine the kind of girl he’d fall for. Now, here I was. That girl—grown, bitter, scarred.Still, he was so handsome.Even more than before. But I had failed to read his features correctly, even now. I couldn’t allow a monster like him to pull me back in. Not after everything he had done. Not after all the people he had killed. Not after Phoenix. Not after Austin.I waited all night. Watching the door. My heart stiff with anticipation.

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