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Diana But then, a small voice in the back of my mind speaks up, defiant against the tide of fear threatening to overwhelm me. "Yeah! He killed those men. To PROTECT you!" I pause, caught off guard by this thought. It's true, isn't it though? He saved me that day. And hasn't he been kind and gentle with me ever since, in both his wolf and human forms? My mind drifts to the early days, his initial hostility when he first came to the diner, his aggression when I tried to run away. But those memories are quickly overshadowed by countless acts of kindness. The way he takes care of me, ensures my comfort, protects me. "You're overthinking this," I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair. "He's been nothing but good to you." But my mind, ever the pessimist, refuses to let go. The history books are clear as day, it argues. He's a monster, a killer. You can't trust him. My heart, however, rebels against this notion. He is my mate, it insists. He has shown me nothing but kindness

Diana Despite his outward ordinariness, my instincts scream at me to retreat and I find myself taking an involuntary step back, my heart racing. But then the man looks up, his eyes brightening as they land on me. A smile spreads across his face, revealing perfect white teeth. And I know it’s too late. I can't just walk away now. So, chiding myself for being overly paranoid, I force a bright smile onto my face and close the remaining distance to his table. I'm probably just overthinking things, I tell myself. He’s just an ordinary human, not some werewolf chasing me down trying to cash in on the bounty. He poses no danger to me, especially not in this crowded diner. I’m probably just still shaken from my earlier emotional breakdown. I pull out my notepad and pen from my apron pocket, falling into the familiar routine. "Hello, welcome to Ellen's. What can I get for you today?" My voice sounds steadier than I feel, a small victory. "Hello," he replies, his voice soft and pleasant. H

Diana The monster from my nightmares, stands before me in the flesh. As my eyes lock onto Beta Marcus's face, a tsunami of emotions crashes over me, threatening to drown me in its intensity. The sight of that familiar sickening smirk, the cold cruelty in his face, catapults me back to that horrifying day. My body remembers what my mind has tried so hard to forget – his bruising grip, the sickening feel of his breath on my skin, the paralyzing terror as I realized what he intended to do. A violent shudder runs through me, and I fight the urge to vomit. The phantom sensations of his hands on me make my skin crawl, and I want nothing more than to scrub myself raw, to somehow erase the memory of his touch. The fear I felt then comes rushing back, magnified tenfold by the knowledge that this time, there might be no escape. But beneath the fear, a spark of fury ignites. How dare he? How dare he hunt me down, terrorize me, hurt the people I care about? The injustice of it all – that I sh

Dominicus I pause mid-stride, a sudden unease washing over me. It's as if my skin has shrunk, constricting around my muscles and bones, making every movement uncomfortable. The sensation is familiar yet inexplicable, a restlessness that sets my nerves on edge. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, trying to center myself. It's just the wolf, I tell myself. The curse that's been my constant companion for centuries, the feral beast that lurks beneath my skin. It's not unusual for these feelings to surface, especially when I've been away from Diana for a while. Diana. Just the thought of her name brings a measure of calm. She's my anchor, the one who soothes the savage beast within me. Part of me wants to go to her right now, to bask in her presence and let her gentle touch chase away this discomfort. But I know she's at work, and I don't want to distract her. It's only a few more hours until her shift ends, I remind myself. I can wait. The shrill ring of my phone cuts through my th

Diana "Diana," he breathes, his voice rough with emotion. "My Diana." The way he says my name is like a prayer, filled with reverence and relief. His eyes, still glowing faintly with that otherworldly blue light, search my face as if memorizing every detail. I cling to him, inhaling his scent - a mixture of pine, earth, and something uniquely Dominicus. I revel in the solid warmth of him, feeling the steady beat of his heart against my chest. "I'm okay," I assure him, though my voice shakes with the weight of everything we've just been through. "You came for me. I'm still here." He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his large hands coming up to cup my face. His touch is gentle, a stark contrast to the violence he's capable of. "Always," he vows, the single word carrying the weight of eternity. "I will always find you, always protect you. You are my heart, Diana. Without you, I am nothing but the beast." In the distance, I can hear sirens approaching, their wailing cut