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Michael’s jaw tightened, his muscles flexing as he struggled to rein in the emotions boiling beneath his skin. He needed to leave. To walk away before the storm inside him raged uncontrollably. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t keep himself in check around this woman. Evelyn awakened something within him—something raw, untamed, and utterly maddening.Lust. Rage. Two forces he had always mastered with ease, now spiraling beyond his control. The worst part? Only she could douse the fire, only she could anchor the chaos threatening to consume him. And right now, she was doing just that—cooling his anger with nothing more than the warmth of her trembling fingers against his.His gaze dropped to their intertwined hands, and a cruel voice in his mind sneered at him. How? How the hell does she affect me like this?“If… if I tell you I really don’t know what happened… will you believe me?”Her voice was so small, so uncertain, and Michael hated it. Hated the fear lacing her tone, the w
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Excitement and alarm surged through Evelyn’s entire being, clashing like fire and ice. If his hands had the power to send waves of electricity skimming over her skin, then his words had done worse—igniting a wildfire within her, burning her from the inside out. A silent warning echoed in the recesses of her mind, a desperate reminder of her resolve, but her body—traitorous, weak, and desperate—pretended not to hear it. Oh, dear lord, help her… Michael’s hands, those hands that had already unraveled her self-control too many times, moved with an unhurried purpose. They glided over her skin, stroking, teasing, but never where she truly ached for his touch. She bit down on her lower lip, the tension coiling inside her like a beast waiting to be unleashed. She had to stop herself—not just from moaning, but from letting her lips betray her, from begging him for more. And God, she was so close to doing exactly that. The sound of rushing water ceased as Michael turned off the shower, the
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Evelyn felt as though her face had been set on fire.Must he really make her choose like this? No! The real question was—why was he even making her choose in the first place? If he wanted to do it, he could just decide on his own. How embarrassing!Michael was toying with her, that much was clear. And the worst part? He was enjoying every second of it.“Answer me, Evelyn. And quickly,” he said, his voice a silken thread laced with wicked amusement. “Or this bath will keep being dragged on.”Her mouth opened, but only a pathetic squeak escaped.“I… I don’t think… umm, what I mean is…” Evelyn stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She swallowed hard, cheeks burning hotter by the second. “There’s… there’s no need for you to… wash me… there.”Her words felt foreign on her tongue. She could hardly believe she was saying them. The sheer thought of it—of him doing such a thing—was enough to make her entire body tighten with mortification.Michael tilted his head slightly, the gleam in
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Evelyn could not quite believe what she was seeing.The destruction of one section of the bathroom wall was far from minor. The cracks that spread across it were deep, spidering out from a circular depression in the center. It looked like someone had slammed a hammer into it with tremendous force. But as she stepped closer, the unsettling truth became undeniable—it wasn’t a hammer’s imprint. It was a fist. Michael’s fist.She inhaled sharply. The realization sent a chill down her spine.Tiny fragments of plaster littered the floor, and there—near the center of the damage—was something even more alarming. Blood. A faint smear of red against the cold surface. Her pulse quickened. She had assumed the strange noise she’d heard last night was nothing more than a passing moment of tension or frustration from Michael. But this? This was something else.Evelyn’s fingers curled around the edge of the sink as she forced herself to look away. She had enough on her plate without trying to unravel
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There were an abundance of emotions flashing across Sebastian’s eyes currently as he looked down at his little wife taking the initiative to stand before him and acting as his shield. He had not thought that she would be this protective of him. He had not expected such an action from her that it took him quite a while to snap out of the surprise that came out of it. rHis gaze moved to her slender hand that was still stretched out horizontally, blocking him from moving to the front and before he had even realized it, his reserved dimple slowly made its way out. Suddenly, he imagined in his mind, a little white and innocent bunny enthusiastically jumping around, thumping its feet, trying to protect the deadliest beast behind it. And his smile widened more than a fraction. His eyes gleamed with amusement, awe, and something… more. r“I think we should shout and call for help, right? Maybe that would be enough to alert the guards patrolling here?” she asked Sebastian while peeking out o
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Evelyn's breath hitched as she reached out, fingertips mere inches from the wounded animal. Just as she was about to make contact, strong hands grasped her from behind and yanked her backward with such force that she nearly lost her footing. A startled gasp left her lips, her pulse spiking.For a split second, she thought she was being attacked. Panic swelled in her chest, but before the fear could fully settle, she recognized the familiar presence behind her.Michael.Even before turning, she knew it was him.Her heart pounded wildly as she twisted around, the reprimand already forming on her lips. “Micha—” Her voice caught in her throat the moment she saw his face.The man who had pulled her back so fiercely was no longer the composed, detached Michael she had come to know. His normally cool, gray eyes had darkened—no, changed. A faint reddish hue flickered within them, something unnatural, something… dangerous.Was she imagining things?The shift in his expression was so stark, so
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Got it! I'll rewrite this with a more immersive and slow-paced approach, keeping the same word count or more. The female lead's name will be changEvelyn woke up alone in their new room.A deep frown formed between her brows as she shifted under the covers, her mind still clouded with sleep. The air was eerily still, the heavy silence only amplifying the disorienting fog in her head. Something was wrong. She could feel it in the pit of her stomach.Blinking against the soft daylight filtering through the sheer curtains, she turned her head toward the clock on the nightstand. Mid-noon.Her stomach clenched.That wasn’t right.A slow, creeping unease trickled down her spine as she tried to recall the last thing she remembered.And then—Like a floodgate bursting open, the memories from the previous night came rushing back in a dizzying, chaotic reel.Her chest tightening.Her vision dimming.The unbearable ache that had gripped her so suddenly and violently, as though invisible claws ha
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A distant howl broke through the silence of the night.Evelyn paused, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The sound echoed through the castle walls, low and mournful, stirring something deep inside her.Wolves.It shouldn’t have been surprising. The Reigns estate sat atop a forested hill, surrounded by sprawling wilderness. The occasional howl wasn’t uncommon. And yet… this was the first time she had truly heard one since she arrived.Her mind immediately flashed back to the snow-white wolf they had rescued.She had forgotten about it completely in the whirlwind of everything that had happened. The secrets. The lies. Michael locking her away like a prisoner. But now, hearing that call in the night, she couldn’t help but wonder.Where was the wolf now?It must still be healing, right?Michael had assigned a medical team to tend to it—an elite one, no doubt. They would have done their job well. The wolf had to be getting better by now. Right?A sudden urge gri
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"You can't remove that yet! Not unless your doctor says it’s okay to do so." Michael’s voice was firm as he stood beside Evelyn, watching her with a gaze that allowed no room for argument.Before she could reply, the door swung open, and a woman in a white coat stepped in. Her sharp eyes landed on them, catching the tail end of Michael’s words."Actually… it’s perfectly fine for her to remove it," the doctor interjected with a calm smile. "Sir."Evelyn lifted a brow, shooting Michael a knowing look. Her eyes practically shouted, See?Michael let out a slow, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if fighting an unseen battle. "Fine," he muttered. "But let the doctor do it." His voice was still firm, but he stepped back, allowing the doctor to proceed before he turned and exited the room.By the time everything was settled and Evelyn was ready to leave, she saw Michael speaking with the doctor, his tone low and controlled. When she shifted to stand on her own, he was there in an
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The moment Evelyn turned her back to him and walked away, the dam that had been holding strong all this time finally crumbled. Her tears, long restrained, gushed forth like a deluge of rain.It had been so long since she had allowed herself to cry outside the suffocating confines of her darkened room. She had trained herself to never shed tears in the presence of others. Crying made her feel exposed, fragile—something she had fought against for years. Especially in front of her father and Brandon Haze, she had refused to break. No matter how deep their words had cut, no matter how much pain they had inflicted upon her, she had never given them the satisfaction of seeing her crumble. Silence had always been her weapon, a shield stronger than any steel. And she had wielded it perfectly.But with Michael… everything was different.She did not understand why, but around him, it was unbearably difficult to hold back. She had thought she could at least hold in her emotions until she reached
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Micheal just stared at her in silence. The words she had spoken moments ago seemed to echo in the air between them, heavier than before. Evelyn had dropped her gaze, almost as if afraid to meet his eyes again, and now leaned her forehead against the wolf curled in her arms. It was as though she were trying to shield herself, wrapping around the creature like he was her only anchor.The sight of it made something dark and unfamiliar stir within him.Her small shoulders trembled faintly, her fiery hair spilling over the wolf’s thick white fur. The contrast was striking—like blood on snow, something pure being swallowed by something far too heavy, too painful. And yet, she clung to the animal with a quiet desperation, as if letting go would mean losing the only thing grounding her in this moment.Micheal pulled back slightly, his movements slow and measured. He didn’t want to startle her. Not when she already looked so fragile. Not when he could sense something in her that felt too close
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Michael stood frozen at the threshold of the dimly lit bedroom, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the floor. His grey eyes, sharp as a blade’s edge, landed on the scene before him, and something inside him coiled tight—dangerously tight.Evelyn lay curled on the massive bed, her body wrapped around something—or rather, someone.Snow White.The large white wolf, with his thick fur and unsettlingly intelligent eyes, lay beside her, his breathing slow and steady. But Michael barely spared the animal more than a glance. His focus was on her. On the way her delicate fingers were buried in the wolf’s thick fur. On the way her body pressed so trustingly, so intimately, against the creature’s warmth. And worst of all, the way her face—so serene, so utterly content—was nestled against its back.Michael’s expression did not change at first. He was too stunned to react.Seconds passed. Then, his lips pressed into a thin, bloodless line.His jaw ticked once. Then twice.A slow, simmerin
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As soon as Evelyn pulled open the cage door, she stepped back, her fingers gripping the doorknob tightly. Just in case Snow White decided to lunge at her, she wanted to be ready—ready to dart out and call for Rion and Raven to help put the wolf back inside its cage.Her heart pounded, echoing in her ears like a war drum. Snow White remained inside the cage, his pale eyes watching her with an unreadable expression. He wasn’t moving, wasn’t baring his fangs, wasn’t doing anything she had feared he might do.Evelyn swallowed, uncertainty gripping her. Had she made a mistake?Then, slowly, the wolf tilted his head. The movement was so small yet so deliberate that it almost seemed… questioning.Somehow, that made Evelyn feel guilty.She let out a soft breath and, instead of standing there frozen, crouched near the open door. She extended her hand, palm facing up, voice gentle as she coaxed him. “Come here, baby…”For a moment, the air hung still between them.Then, to her shock, Snow White
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The wolf stilled at her touch.Evelyn had hesitated before finally gathering the courage to extend her hand and brush her fingers against its snowy white tail. The soft texture surprised her—it was thicker and woolier than she had expected, a mix of coarse and silky strands that seemed to shimmer under the dim lighting.Holding her breath, she waited for a reaction. She thought the wolf would jerk away, snarl, or even bare its teeth at her for daring to touch it. But none of that happened. It remained completely still, unbothered. Almost… indifferent.Cautiously, she stroked its fur again, this time moving her fingers in a slow, gentle rhythm. Still, there was no response.Her tense shoulders finally eased a little. If the wolf had been aggressive or hostile, it would have made that clear by now, wouldn’t it? Or was it just too exhausted to react? Was it still in pain from its injuries?“Hey… Snow White, baby?” Evelyn murmured, softening her voice, instinctively trying to comfort the
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A distant howl broke through the silence of the night.Evelyn paused, her fingers tightening around the blanket draped over her lap. The sound echoed through the castle walls, low and mournful, stirring something deep inside her.Wolves.It shouldn’t have been surprising. The Reigns estate sat atop a forested hill, surrounded by sprawling wilderness. The occasional howl wasn’t uncommon. And yet… this was the first time she had truly heard one since she arrived.Her mind immediately flashed back to the snow-white wolf they had rescued.She had forgotten about it completely in the whirlwind of everything that had happened. The secrets. The lies. Michael locking her away like a prisoner. But now, hearing that call in the night, she couldn’t help but wonder.Where was the wolf now?It must still be healing, right?Michael had assigned a medical team to tend to it—an elite one, no doubt. They would have done their job well. The wolf had to be getting better by now. Right?A sudden urge gri
