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Chapter XI

Natacha.Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes and looked around the living room. It was elegant and luxurious, but it felt empty and dull, a sense of longing began to stir within me. I yearned for the familiarity of home, for the comforting embrace of loved ones. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. This isn't the right time for distractions or indulging in depressing thoughts. I had to focus on what was best for myself and my Dad.I walked over to the window and stared out at the breathtaking landscape. The view was calm and serene, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me. I knew that I had to continue this charade to gain Luciano's trust but I don't think it will be easy with my wolf trying to surface everytime I am close to Luciano.Closing my eyes once again, I let the cool air wash over me, grounding me in the present moment.What happened today with my my magic was surreal I had to tell my Dad about it maybe he will be able to find out what caused it. After what fel

Chapter XII

A Song From The Past/Amina Umzak

I disappear into the shadows, racing towards our shared prey. As I closed in on the creature, I could feel Alexander's presence just behind me.The stag darted through the forest as it sense us, its hooves pounding against the earth, but I was persistent in my pursuit. Branches snapped beneath my feet, and the wind howled in my ears as I pushed myself trying to beat Alexander.I inch closer to the Stag, my heart pounding with anticipation. But just as I'm about to strike, Alexander appears out of nowhere, blocking my path. He sank his fangs into the stag's neck, claiming victory. He glance over at me, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. Alexander smirked "Looks like I win Mon Bijou," I narrowed my eyes on him "Don't get too comfortable, bloodsucker. This is far from over." I gritted out."Bloodsucker" He chuckled repeating what I called him "Shouldn't that be plural?" He asked. I glared at him without a word. He let go of the dead stag and straighten up "You should feed," "A

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