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Gabriel wasn’t sure when it had happened.Or how.Or why.But somehow, she had gotten under his skin.It was infuriating.She was stubborn. Reckless. Impossible.And yet, she was all he could think about.He had spent years controlling himself. Years making sure that no one—not his enemies, not his allies, not even his own people—could ever get close to him.But Isabelle?She had walked into his life, full of fire and defiance, and somehow, she had burned her way straight into his mind.And worse…She was staying there.He told himself it was nothing.A passing amusement. A temporary distraction.But every time she glared at him, every time she challenged him, every time her scent filled his lungs—He wanted her.And that?That was a problem.Because wanting her meant he was losing control.And Gabriel never lost control.He wouldn’t let himself.Not over her.Not over the woman who still hated him.Not over the woman who made him feel things he had no right to feel.---Isabelle was

The sound of the fire echoed throughout their tension-filled silence. Isabelle sat on the edge of the massive gathering, with the flames casting shadows over her face. Her attention should have been directed towards the food and the hushed laughter and drinking among warriors.'". But she wasn't. She could still feel him. Looking out from his seat, Gabriel was relaxed with a cup of wine in his hand. He scanned the rim, his fingers trailing it, looking away, but he wasn't neglecting her. He was doing much worse than what was expected. He was watching her. Not directly. Only for those who are not aware.... But she felt it. He felt his gaze tugging at her, like an invisible string, around her neck, tightened whenever she shifted in her seat, and tighten whenever I tried to look away from him. She grasped the wooden handle of her fork with her fingers claspeted.. This wasn't normal. The situation was unforeseeable. She was expected to strategize her next steps.' Finding a way

It was a long, winding road and rough terrain back to the castle of Gabriel.... The tension between Gabriel and Isabelle remained thick and unspoken, lingering like the last embers of a fire that refused to die. The events in the woods were not acknowledged by either of them. Neither of them spoke about the way Gabriel had pinned her down, touched her wrist, looked at her like he wanted more. It was Isabelle's refusal to consider the situation. She focused on the sound of the tires against the road, the steady hum of the engine as the convoy of black SUVs moved through the darkened countryside. The castle stood out as it extended over his territory and kingdom, belonging to Gabriel. Inside its frigid interior, Caitlyn was waiting. Gabriel’s mother, who had been with him for years. This was the closest encounter this woman had ever had with another woman.' It was a storm that Isabelle could already picture coming to her. --- Caitlyn stood at the castle gates, her sharp blue

There was an air that was too dense and heavy. Gabriel still hadn't moved. It was a source of offense for Isabelle to notice. She was displeased with the sudden awareness of how his large frame blocked the door, sharp angles in their jaws to each other's faces, and something dangerously close to his eyes. Something that she was hesitant to identify.' The first person to step back was her. The individual who first ceased eye contact. The first to walk away. But she didn't. And neither did he. Instead—they just stood there. Implied in a silent battle, the war was not won by either of them first. The gaze of the emerald was visibly burned into hers, both fiercely and clearly. Finally—he spoke. "You should rest. ". His voice was low, calm. Still there was a layer, something held back and broken.... Then Isabelle made a grimace. "That seemed like something to be done rather than supposed to.". The ghost of amusement was visible across Gabriel's face as he breathed deeply

The tension from Caitlyn's visit lingered in the air like smoke.I paced the length of the room, curled fingers into tight fists, jaw clenched.I had dealt with jealous women before.I had dealt with enemies before.But Caitlyn?She wasn't angry.She was calculating.She wasn't going to attack me head-on.She was going to wear me down from the shadows, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.And I was not going to stand for that to happen.I took a deep, deliberate breath, forcing my body to relax its tension.Fine.If Caitlyn wanted a war, she would have one.---Later That Day – The Dining HallThe grand dining hall was packed full by the time I arrived.**Warriors, council members, high government officials—**all those persons who mattered in Gabriel's existence took their proper seats, voicing themselves quietly.And at the head of the long, shining table?Gabriel.His broad shoulders unstrained, his emerald green eyes calm but unreadable.And beside him—Caitlyn.She sat too