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The night was restless. I tossed and turned in the oversized bed, haunted by dreams that made no sense but left me with a lingering heat I couldn’t shake. Every time I closed my eyes, it was him—those silver-gray eyes, the sharp cut of his jaw, the way he seemed to fill the room with his sheer presence. It was maddening, and I hated it. By morning, I was bleary-eyed but determined not to let him invade my thoughts any longer. I threw on a simple dress and a cardigan, tying my red hair into a loose braid. Staying cooped up in the house only made my mind wander, so I decided to take a walk. The grounds were beautiful—vast gardens, towering trees, and perfectly trimmed hedges. It felt like stepping into a different world, one that didn’t belong to the man who seemed to thrive on chaos. My body still felt sluggish, the strange heat in my chest lingering from the moment he touched me last. I shook the thought away. I followed the gravel path through the gardens, clutching a book I’d
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The sterile scent of antiseptic burned my nose as I sat on the cold hospital bed, my fingers gripping the edge of the thin mattress. The fluorescent lights above cast an almost sickly glow on my skin, making the faint bruises along my arm stand out even more. I had barely recovered from the last time they drained me, yet here I was again. Another donation. Another payment. Another piece of me being taken away for someone else’s survival. I didn’t complain. I couldn’t. This was part of the deal. Still, my body felt heavier today, weaker, as if something inside me was shifting in ways I couldn’t understand. I clenched my teeth and turned my head, refusing to watch as the nurse prepped my arm, disinfecting the skin before inserting the needle. The sharp pinch made me flinch, but I forced myself to stay still. I had lost count of how much blood they had taken from me since I arrived. Each time, it left me more drained than before. Each time, I felt like I was losing a piece of
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I couldn’t stay here any longer. I felt like I was in hell,my body ached. This place was making me sick...draining the life out of me I could feel it.The walls of the Moretti mansion were closing in on me, suffocating, crushing me beneath the weight of my captivity. Every gilded frame, every marble surface, every echo of my own footsteps felt like a reminder that I was trapped. It had been days—weeks—since I stepped foot outside without being watched, followed, or controlled. I wasn’t his prisoner. But it sure as hell felt like I was. No contact with Anna. No phone. No freedom. I was going crazy ...how could I just trust him with my sisters life? What if he had killed her and dumped her poor body in a ditch somewhere. I needed to know if she was okay and my father. I had to leave this place.I had never been the type to sit around and wait for things to happen. If I wanted something, I went after it. And right now, I wanted out. The mansion was quiet, the hour late. The gua
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I woke up feeling… better. For the first time since I arrived at the Moretti mansion, my body didn’t feel like it was betraying me. The fever that had gripped me for days had finally broken, leaving behind a dull ache in my muscles, but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. I lay there for a long time, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that had happened last night. I had tried to escape. Like an idiot. I exhaled sharply, rubbing my hands over my face. What the hell had I been thinking? I wasn’t myself. My mind had been wild, my body sick and exhausted. The desperation had been unbearable. But the memory of Alaric’s touch still lingered. The way he had pinned me against the door, his fingers around my throat—not hurting, just holding, controlling. The way his breath had ghosted over my skin. The way my traitorous body had responded to him. I shut my eyes and forced the thought away. Maybe instead of acting like a reckless idiot, I should’ve just asked him to ch
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I wasn’t supposed to be here. Technically, I wasn’t supposed to be anywhere but locked away in my luxurious cage, waiting for the day Alaric decided I was no longer useful. But patience had never been my strength. After hearing that conversation between him and Emma, something inside me snapped. I had been holding onto some ridiculous hope that maybe—just maybe—this situation wasn’t as bad as it seemed. That maybe I wasn’t just a tool in whatever game Alaric was playing. But now I knew the truth. After I had done my job, I would be gone. And the worst part? It hurt. It shouldn’t have. I barely knew the man. But something about the way he spoke about me—like I was a transaction, an asset, a problem to be erased—sent a deep, bitter ache through my chest. I wasn’t about to sit around and wait for my fate to be decided. If I was going to get out of here, I needed leverage. And Alaric’s office was the best place to find it. The house was quieter now, most of the staff
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Morning came with an eerie kind of quiet. The house was never truly silent, but something felt different today. I sat up slowly, the lingering exhaustion from last night still weighing on me. It was hard to forget the conversation I’d overheard—Alaric’s words still echoed in my mind. I was nothing but an asset. After my role was done, I’d be gone. A bitter taste settled on my tongue, but I swallowed it down. Getting emotional over this was pointless. I had bigger things to worry about. I forced myself out of bed and took a long, hot shower. The steam helped clear my head, grounding me in the present. When I stepped out, I dressed in black leggings and a fitted top, something comfortable but not too casual. If I was stuck in this house, I’d at least move with purpose. I left my room and immediately noticed the change in the household. The staff were busier than usual, moving quickly, carrying things that weren’t for me. I caught a glimpse of fresh flowers and a tray of carefu
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The night was thick with silence, but my mind refused to rest. Sleep didn’t come easy in this house, not when I knew I was living under the same roof as a man who saw me as nothing more than an asset. And certainly not when his sickly, manipulative ex-girlfriend was working overtime to make me look like a villain. Emma. I hated that I still had to donate blood for her. The thought of it made my skin crawl. I could still feel the pinch of the needle from earlier today, the way the nurse had drawn vial after vial of my blood to sustain her fragile little life. It wasn’t fair. But nothing about my situation was. I turned onto my side, staring at the ceiling, my body exhausted but my mind too restless to shut down. Then— Gunshots. Loud. Sharp. I bolted upright, my heart slamming against my ribs. Another shot. Then another. What the hell? A howl split through the air, deep and unearthly, vibrating through the very walls of the house. I shoved the blankets off, my fe
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I woke up gasping. For a moment, I thought it had all been a nightmare. The gunshots. The wolves. The glowing eyes. The blood. But then I looked down at my hands. Dried blood stained my fingertips. Not mine. The coppery scent still clung to my skin, the memory of warm, wet crimson covering Alaric’s hands flashing in my mind. It was real. I scrambled backward, my breath ragged as I realized where I was. My bedroom. But something was wrong. I shot to my feet and ran for the door. I twisted the knob—locked. No. I banged on it, panic clawing at my throat. “Let me out!” Silence. I pressed my forehead against the door, my pulse thundering in my ears. I felt like I was suffocating. I had to get out of here. I had to— The lock clicked. I stumbled back just as the door swung open. Alaric stepped inside. I froze. His shirt was different from last night, clean, but his presence alone reeked of what I had seen. His silver eyes locked onto me, his expression unreada
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The room was still heavy with the remnants of our last conversation, the air thick with something unspoken. I sat at the edge of the massive bed, staring at the opulent surroundings that no longer felt as suffocating as they once had. Maybe I was getting used to the cage, or maybe I had just accepted there was no way out.Alaric was near the window, his silhouette outlined against the dim light spilling through the curtains. He was watching me, waiting for something.“I want to see my sister,” I finally said, my voice cutting through the silence.He didn’t react immediately, but I knew he heard me. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable before he turned fully toward me. “And if I say no?”My fingers curled into the fabric of my dress. “Then I’ll keep asking. Over and over. I won’t stop.”A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?”“I can’t quit when it comes to her,” I said firmly. “Anna is all I have left.”He studied me for
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The invitation had arrived in the form of a sleek black envelope, sealed with a gold crest. I barely had time to process it before Alaric had informed me I would be accompanying him. No argument. No choice.Now, as I stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a gown that must have cost more than my old apartment, I felt a strange mix of nerves and defiance.The dress was deep crimson, hugging my curves in a way that made me self-conscious. The slit up one leg was daring, the neckline low but elegant. I had been given the best of everything—diamonds at my throat, heels that added inches to my height, and a stylist who had worked on my hair until it fell in soft waves down my back.I barely recognized myself.But none of it compared to the man standing beside me.Alaric was dressed in a black tailored suit, his presence overwhelming, his power palpable. His dark hair was styled perfectly, and his sharp features made him look like something out of a dangerous fantasy.He didn’t speak as he
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The first thing I noticed was warmth. A heavy, enveloping heat pressing against me, surrounding me. My mind swam between the haze of sleep and wakefulness, and for a moment, I didn’t recognize where I was. The bed was too soft, the scent in the air too rich—cologne, leather, and something distinctly masculine. I stirred slightly, and that was when I realized why I felt trapped. An arm—strong, unyielding—was wrapped around my waist, keeping me anchored against a hard chest. I blinked, my body stiffening as awareness sank in. Alaric. My pulse spiked, my breathing shallow as last night’s events came rushing back. I had fallen asleep, exhausted from everything—physically, mentally, emotionally. And now… now I was in his bed. With him. Panic flared through me, my body tensing instinctively. I moved the slightest bit, but the moment I did, his grip tightened. A low, rumbling sound—something almost primal—vibrated from his chest, a warning. I froze. He wasn’t awake. At least, I
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My lungs burned as I sprinted through the dark woods, twigs snapping under my feet as I pushed forward, refusing to stop. The scent of damp earth filled my nose, and the cool wind whipped through my hair, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was getting away. Alaric had given me a ten-minute head start—ten minutes to try and escape before the hunt began. I wasn’t stupid. I knew it was a game to him, something thrilling, something primal. And I knew he was coming. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I pushed harder, forcing my body to keep moving despite the sharp ache in my legs. I had to try. Then I heard it. A low, guttural growl in the distance. My pulse spiked. I whirled around, scanning the dense forest, but saw nothing. He was near, and he was letting me know. The air felt charged, thick with anticipation. I took off again, adrenaline surging through my veins. But it didn’t matter. I didn’t stand a chance. One second, I was running. The next, I w
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"he thinks he can order me around," I scoffed in my room. He was a devil and I wasn't going to stand for this bullshit. I was angry with him and myself for still being here for not trying hard enough to escape. How could I have given up so easily . With the way my body kept betraying me in front of him I couldn't stay ...if I did I don't know were this would lead. I didn't want to know...no ways.I packed a small bag,that way it would be easy for me to get away. I slippee through the door ,luckily Alaric had stopped stationing guards outside my door- I guess he also figured I wouldn't rum. I rolled my eyes .I barely made it past the grand foyer when a firm hand clamped around my wrist.My breath hitched as I was yanked back, spun around until I was face-to-face with the last person I wanted to see right now.Alaric.His dark eyes burned into mine, sharp with amusement but lined with something much more dangerous. He didn’t look angry—no, that would’ve been easier to deal with. Inste
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The room was still thick with tension when Alaric walked away, leaving me standing in the aftermath of what I had just witnessed. My heart was racing, my mind spinning with everything that had happened. I had seen Alaric’s ruthlessness before, but this… this was different. The cold precision in the way he commanded the room, the way he controlled fear itself—it was terrifying, but at the same time, I couldn’t look away. I took a shaky breath, forcing my legs to move. I needed to get out of here, to put distance between myself and what I had just seen. But before I could even make it to the door, dizziness hit me like a wave. My body, still weak from everything I had been through, protested against the stress and lack of rest. I reached out, gripping the edge of a table to steady myself. Black dots danced at the edges of my vision, and I barely registered the sound of footsteps before a strong hand wrapped around my arm. “You need to rest,” Alaric’s voice was sharp, but not unk
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The man knelt in the center of the room, his face battered and streaked with blood. His shirt was torn, stained with sweat and fear. Behind him stood two of Alaric’s men, their grips firm, unyielding. And then there was Alaric. He stood before them, every inch the cold, untouchable king. His suit was immaculate, his presence suffocating. In his hands, he toyed with a sleek dagger, twirling it between his fingers like an afterthought. He didn’t speak immediately, letting the silence stretch unbearably thick. “so you think you can steal from me? ” Alaric’s voice was a death sentence, quiet but unwavering. The man trembled, his breathing ragged. “I-I swear, I didn’t take the money! I was framed, I-” The crack of Alaric’s palm against the man’s face echoed through the room. I flinched. The force of the slap sent the man’s head snapping to the side, blood trailing from his split lip. “I didn’t ask for excuses,” Alaric said, his tone calm, terrifying. “I asked if you knew why you
The Mafia’s Reject chapter 34
I remember falling asleep in the car after the auction.I was so drained and I wanted to go home but Alaric kept talking business non stop so I went to the car for a quick power nap.I woke up to the distant hum of voices. My body still felt sore, but I was better than before. The events from the auction replayed in my mind—the whispers, the judgment, the overwhelming presence of Alaric as he dominated the entire room. And then… the way he had pulled me to his side, the unspoken claim in his touch.I had thought I’d have some peace after that, but apparently, my life was destined to be one endless rollercoaster.Pushing myself up, I realized I was in Alaric’s bedroom again. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the sleek black furniture, and the scent of him—smoky, woodsy, and undeniably masculine—lingered in the air.I needed to get out of here.I stood, my legs shaky but functional, and made my way to the door. As soon as I stepped into the hallway, I heard him.His voice was calm
