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Chapter 91 - A Desire: Mate Bond’s DemandHis lips brushed hers softly at first, a fleeting touch, testing the waters, and she did not flinch. She did not pull back. If anything, she leaned in, just barely, but it was enough. This subtle response from Georgia was a signal for Maxton to proceed. He pressed his lips to hers again, this time more firmly, the kiss deepening as the floodgates they built within themselves, to protect themselves from each other, broke open, pouring out the desire and feelings they held out for too long.The moment Georgia allowed herself to respond, it was as if something inside her shattered. All the conditions she had set for herself, all the restraint she had been holding onto for so long, unraveled in that kiss. She kissed him back, with a hunger she did not know she had been suppressing. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear if she did not hold onto him tight enough. Every part of her body se

Chapter 93 - Bodies IntertwinedGeorgia gasped when she felt his finger go deeper to her entrance, teasing, and testing if she was ready, her hands clutching at his shoulders as her knees wobbled. “Maxton,” she moaned and stared into his eyes, telling him what she wanted, needed.And that was all he needed to know before he slid a finger inside her, then another, and she cried out, her head falling back against the wall, her hips moving against his hand, desperate for more, for him. He moved his other hand to lift her left leg, giving more access for his finger to go deeper into her pussy as he pumped his fingers slowly at first, his thumb brushing over her clit, making her tremble and weak, and her pussy tightening around him. “F*ck,” Maxton muttered under his breath, “you feel so tight, baby.” He moved his fingers faster and harder, stretching her, making sure he was wet and open enough for him when he plunge his cock deep into her. The thought made his cock twitch, throbbing, a pr

Chapter 95 - FarewellYenari gave a nod, though his gaze remained serious. “She means something to all of us here,” he said. “If she’s with you, Maxton, then I expect you to protect her. She has suffered more than you know.”“I intend to do exactly that,” Maxton replied.Yenari’s expression softened, but only slightly. “If she ever needs a safe place again, know that Havalu will welcome her back. This island will always be here for her.”Maxton paused, considering Yenari’s words. This was not about their territorial instincts or jealousy; it was about Georgia’s safety, her peace, and he would consider whatever refuge was offered to make her safe. “I appreciate that,” he said, sincerely. He owed the island and

Chapter 97 - The Public’s JudgmentGeorgia had not planned to leave the safety of the manor so soon, and forever hide from the judgment of the outside world. But Maxton had been gently insistent. “You can’t hide forever,” he had said, and despite her fears, she knew he was right. He had gradually encouraged her to endure and move on, to take the blow for now and let it dissipate when the people get tired of talking about it, or when their perspective towards her changes. It would be harder if she remained hidden because time and time again people would talk about it whenever she would come out. He thought it would be better if they saw her often so they would get used to being with her and see that she was harmless and kind. So now, here she was, walking through the bustling streets of West Le Roma, with Maxton at her side. His presence was there for support and a shield, but even that could not protect her from the harshness of the world outside the manor gates. Every pair of eyes s

Chapter 99 - Concordia Accord“Her presence can shift the balance of power across all the regions,” King Regulus’s voice rang out firmly in the closed room. “We cannot pretend it doesn’t.” Despite being the one to step up in helping Maxton take back the Western throne, he was still doubtful of Georgia’s existence, and the power she carried. The grand chamber of the neutral meeting hall in the Middle Region housed four figures sitting around the intricately carved oak table, their gazes were keen and observing as they examined the parchment that lay between them — a draft treaty meant to address the situation on the existence of Georgia. It was not a document of hostility but of caution, and perhaps more importantly, one of understanding. It was to be created for the purpose of peace and to prevent war in the future.Queen Theodora of the Eastern Region folded her hands with a guarded yet calm look on her face. “No one here is suggesting that Georgia will be used as a weapon. Still, h