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“Crawl towards me, princess.”The deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver down Evelyn’s spine, reverberating through her like an undeniable command. It reached deep within her, curling around something primal, something she couldn’t quite name. Her breath caught, her body momentarily frozen in place as the weight of his words settled over her.Michael stood there, towering over her, his gaze pinned to her like she was prey caught in his sights. The sharp focus in his eyes sent a fresh wave of heat creeping up her skin, but then… she caught it. A flicker of something mischievous. A glint of amusement, almost as if he were testing her.Her hands curled into the bedsheets, her nails biting into the fabric. He didn’t think she would do it. He was expecting her to hesitate, to shy away from the challenge. That realization irritated her more than the command itself.She refused to be predictable.Evelyn tipped her chin up, her eyes locking onto his with a defiance she had always carried with
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Evelyn sat frozen, feeling the heat creeping up her skin, inch by inch, as the weight of his gaze settled upon her like a physical force. Michael’s expression was unreadable, sharp, and unwavering as he waited for her response.At first, she had thought he was teasing her, pushing her limits just for the sake of it. But no. There was nothing playful in his stance. He meant every single word.She swallowed hard. “T-The first one would do,” she blurted out, her voice a little too quick, a little too shaky.Michael’s stare didn’t waver. If anything, it became even more scrutinizing. His silence stretched, thick and pressing.“Which one?” His voice was deceptively calm, but Evelyn wasn’t fooled.Her entire face ignited as she squeezed her fingers together. Oh, he was doing this on purpose. There was no other reason why he was making her say it.“The… umm… wench one,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.She had never, in her entire life, felt this embarrassed over a single word
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A storm brewed between them, silent yet all-consuming. The mirror before her was an unrelenting witness, reflecting every breathless moment, every whisper of movement between them. Elle's breath hitched, her pulse a relentless drum in her ears."Can you see how beautiful you are?" His voice was low, thick with something unspoken, something dangerous.She wanted to deny it, to look away, but the truth held her captive. In the gilded frame of the mirror, she saw herself—not as she had always been, but as he saw her. His presence behind her was overwhelming, his larger form eclipsing hers. A sculpted contrast of fire and shadow, he stood as though he had always belonged there.Had he been watching them all this time? The thought sent a fresh shiver through her.His hands, steady and commanding, traced the bare skin of her arms, then her waist, pulling her closer against him. "No, don’t look away." The warmth of his breath ghosted over her ear, teasing, coaxing. "Watch yourself. Watch us.
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Evelyn knew this was it.There was no turning back now.The air in the dimly lit room seemed heavier, charged with an invisible force that settled deep in her chest, making each breath feel slow and deliberate. The warmth from the fireplace flickered over the walls, casting long, wavering shadows that mirrored the restless tension building inside her.Michael stood at the edge of the bed, his gaze pinned to her like gravity itself was pulling him in, dark and unreadable, yet blazing with something raw beneath the surface. It was a look that made her stomach tighten, her pulse stuttering against her ribs.She swallowed. Hard.For a long moment, neither of them moved.Her fingers curled into the soft fabric of the sheets beneath her as she steadied herself, her heart thundering in her ears. She had spent so much time fighting this, rationalizing, convincing herself that the hunger curling between them could be ignored. But now, standing on the precipice of something irreversible, she re
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Much later…The bathroom was filled with the quiet patter of water against marble, the scent of steam and soap clinging to the air. Michael stood beneath the freezing cascade, his head bowed, droplets tracing the hard lines of his face before sliding down his bare chest. One hand braced against the wall, while the other lingered near the faint bite mark on his wrist—the only evidence left of Evelyn’s touch.He stared at it, breath steady yet shallow, as if the sight alone threatened to unravel him.The experience he had just shared with her had shaken him.No, shaken wasn’t the right word. It had destroyed something fundamental within him.Michael had expected her to beg, to shatter beneath his touch, to be left clinging and lost like every other woman before her. He had expected to control, to dominate, to remain untouchable as he always did. And yet, somehow, Evelyn had undone him in ways he couldn’t begin to comprehend.A quiet curse left his lips.Frustration licked at his skin li
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Michael woke to the feeling of emptiness.The bed was cold beside him.His brows creased slightly as he ran a hand over the vacant space, his fingertips ghosting over the silk sheets where she had once been. No lingering warmth. No trace of her scent. She had been gone for a while.His jaw tightened as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t sure why the thought unsettled him.It shouldn’t have mattered.He had never cared before if a woman stayed or left after sharing his bed. He had never noticed.And yet, here he was, annoyed by the absence of someone he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about.Michael swung his legs over the edge of the bed, pushing aside his frustration as he stood. He strode to the window, parting the curtains just enough to let the early morning light spill into the room. The world outside was quiet, the sky still tinged with the soft hues of dawn.Was she always an early riser?The thought lingered in his mind longer than he wanted it to. He exhaled
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Evelyn spent the rest of the day playing and getting better acquainted with Abi and her adorable, incredibly smart twins. She made a conscious effort to keep herself occupied, filling every moment with laughter, conversation, and the warm company of her guests. She needed the distraction. Anything to keep her mind from wandering to places she wasn’t ready to confront.To her relief, the children proved to be the perfect remedy. Their boundless energy, mischievous giggles, and curious minds kept her completely engaged, leaving her no room to dwell on the thoughts that had been circling her mind since dawn. Abi, too, was a wonderful presence—kind, understanding, and effortlessly easy to talk to. The hours slipped by unnoticed, a rare day of genuine ease for Evelyn.But as the golden hues of sunset bled into the sky, reality crept back in. The inevitable farewell arrived too quickly, and before she knew it, Abi and her family were preparing to leave.They had originally planned to depart
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A heavy silence filled the room, thick and unmoving, following her statement—one that made perfect sense in her mind.Michael’s expression darkened as if what she had just said was utterly ridiculous, even unacceptable. His chiseled features tensed, his silver-grey eyes shadowed with something unreadable. Evelyn, however, inwardly shook her head and sighed. Realistically, there was no way he was actually upset about this. Not over something so trivial. Then again, perhaps he was. Maybe it was just his wounded pride because she was not begging him for another night in his bed. Or maybe, just maybe, he simply wanted more from her, more of what had unraveled between them the previous night.But none of that mattered anymore.Because no matter how intoxicating his touch had been, no matter how easily he had unraveled her beneath him, she would not allow herself to be swept away again. Not after what she had heard.If she had not woken to the sound of his voice murmuring another woman’s na
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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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Michael couldn’t relax. Even after Lorna had given her diagnosis, even after the room had settled into silence, his body remained taut with tension.His reaction earlier had been… unexpected. Shocking, even. He hadn’t anticipated it—not the panic, not the overwhelming force of emotion that had slammed into him the moment he saw her tears. Evelyn had done it again. She had shattered whatever semblance of control he thought he had over himself.It was infuriating.To think that just seeing her cry could shake him so deeply… that just the touch of her cold skin had sent something dangerously close to fear spiraling through him. Fuck. He was in too deep. This woman had thoroughly and utterly ruined him.Now, he didn’t know what to do.Didn’t know what to say.He could only hold her. Could only pull her into his arms, press her close, and hope that his warmth seeped into her body. Because anything else—any words, any action—felt like it would only make things worse.He didn’t want to see h
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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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Evelyn fell silent. The lump in her throat tightened when he mentioned a condition. Her anger toward him hadn’t vanished—she had simply forced herself to swallow it down. But now, hearing that he was about to set another rule, another ridiculous demand, had her emotions surging once more.However, what Michael said next rendered her mute.Snow White?She hadn’t expected him to bring up the wolf, let alone sound so sour about it. Why did he seem irritated now? Hadn’t he helped her save the poor creature? So why was he suddenly acting like he despised Snow White?A quiet hesitation lingered in the air. But eventually, she nodded.If this was all he wanted, then fine. It wasn’t like he was asking for much—not letting Snow White sleep in their bed? That wasn’t so bad. It still meant she could cuddle the wolf anywhere else. Perhaps Michael just had an issue with wolf fur in his sheets.“Fine… I’ll keep him off the bed,” she relented, her voice clipped. “Now, talk. Explain.”She didn’t want
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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
