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Do you want me to stop

Lucas’s POVI gave her time. Not because I was patient. But because I wanted her to squirm. To think she was still in control. To lie in her silk sheets at night and tell herself she hadn’t felt her thighs clench the second my voice landed between them.She needed time to struggle. To wrestle with the truth. To remember what it meant to be mine. To remember whats its like to be filled by an actual cock, not some weak ass human dick!But now? Time’s up. Time is up Sel, I am coming for what’s mine. The next gallery opening was in Tribeca — minimalist, high-profile, an invitation-only crowd dripping in curated boredom and curated wealth. She would be there. I knew it the moment I saw the guest list, because this kind of stage was where Selina played best — high heels, high stakes, and just enough distance between herself and everyone else to maintain the illusion of detachment.But detachment is a lie, and I was done letting her pretend. I was done letting that human thing have my cunt.

The woman who chose herself.

Selina’s POVHe walked out like he’d just claimed victory.Like what happened in that restroom was a game played on his terms.Like I was still the girl he broke — and not the woman who rose from that ruin.But I wasn’t shaking because of him.Not entirely.I was shaking because he reminded me of the girl I used to be — the one who used to believe in fate, in bonds, in promises made beneath blood moons. The one who had loved him enough to forgive almost anything. Almost.And that girl?She was dead. I buried her five years ago — right after he rejected me in front of a hundred watching eyes and called it duty.I stood in the mirror far too long, dress adjusted, lips re-applied, expression sharpened to steel. But no matter how perfect the image, I knew what was underneath — heat, guilt, rage. And the unmistakable ache of betrayal.The worst part?My body still remembered him like a secret.Like a language I swore never to speak again but still knew by heart.By the time I walked out of

I will have no mercy

Lucas’s POVIt wasn’t about the boy. I don’t care if the boy belongs to that human, but one thing I know she belonged to me. The boy has nothing that belonged to a Blackwood but Selina does. I knew that now. I’d stared at him — really looked — and there was nothing. No pull. No scent. No spark of recognition that came from the bond we never spoke of but always felt. I watched him from across the street, walking hand-in-hand with Jonathan, that polished human placeholder Selina paraded like he’d earned her.The boy wasn’t mine. And I didn’t care. Because I hadn’t come to take back a child. I came to take her and now, I wanted blood.I stood at the edge of the rooftop, wind slicing across my jaw like razors, the city beneath me glittering and shallow. My phone buzzed in my pocket — one of my advisors, no doubt, with some urgent development in a merger or a crisis at one of our offshore holdings.I let it ring. The world could wait. Tonight, I was thinking about him. Jonathan, her idiot

He wants to hurt Jonathan

SelinaI didn’t need a report. I didn’t need any headlines. I didn’t even fucking need Vera to confirm what I already felt thrumming beneath my skin like static.Lucas was making moves, but I knew it was not toward me. It was around me.The kind of moves a man makes when he’s too angry to be reasonable — and too possessive to let go.The kind of moves that mean something far more dangerous than a game of power.It started with a whisper. A client of Jonathan’s pulled a deal — vague reasons. Timing too convenient. Then a journalist reached out to my PR team “off the record,” asking questions that made my stomach drop. Financials. Misfiled taxes. Employment gaps from six years ago. Dirt that had no business resurfacing unless someone had gone looking for it — hard.And that someone? Had claws.I confronted Vera in the war room — a private office laced with biometric locks and lined with soundproof steel. The kind of place you build when you trust no one.Her arms were folded, tablet glo

Messy

Lucas’s POVI wasn’t thinking about the child. I wasn’t thinking about what might’ve been.I was thinking about the man — the human — who touched her like he had the right. Who walked beside her, smiling like a king beside a queen, not knowing he was one misstep away from becoming prey.Jonathan. His name didn’t belong in her mouth.His breath didn’t belong near her skin. Hell, his dick shouldn’t be inside the pussy that should be mine. And his heart? It didn’t deserve to keep beating.But I didn’t attack. Not that I wouldn’t, at least not yet.War isn’t won by rushing the battlefield. It’s won by knowing the terrain.And Selina? She’s terrain I’ve mapped in heat, in hurt, and in history.She thinks she’s unreadable. But I’ve read her body when it begged. I knew she wanted to fuck me that day. I’ve read her silence when it screamed. I’ve read her eyes when she lied.And right now, her eyes are lying to her boyfriend, not me. She wants me, not him. His dick can’t do what mine does and

War of wills

Selina’s POVI should have expected the courier. Lucas doesn’t beg. He sends warnings dressed in silence and moves in shadows that whisper louder than most men scream.But when I opened that box — sleek, black, clean — and saw my company’s stolen document inside, marked with his damn initials?I didn’t scream.I smiled.Because Lucas didn’t just make the first move.He made a mistake.I held the document in gloved fingers, lips curled in a slow smirk. Vera watched me from across the penthouse, tension in her spine, readiness in her eyes.“He really sent it?” she asked.“He really did,” I said, tapping the envelope against my thigh. “So predictable it hurts.”Vera arched a brow. “This is an act of war.”“No,” I said, already walking toward the bar for a glass of wine I hadn’t earned yet. “This is Lucas remembering what it’s like to lose control.”He thought he had me rattled.And for a moment, he did.That stunt at the club — that look, that tone, the weight of him when he got too clos

I am the fire

Lucas’s POVI hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. Sleep was for men at peace. For Alphas who didn’t have the ghost of a mate living in their mind like a fire they couldn’t smother.Selina wasn’t just in my head. She was under it. Threaded through every fractured thought, every breath, every move I made.And it wasn’t just obsession. It was worse. It was recognition. I stood on the balcony of my private estate at dawn, staring down at the forest like it owed me answers.It didn’t give any.Neither did the bottle of whiskey I hadn’t touched since before I rejected her. I was trying to remind myself who I used to be before she came back—before that kiss she gave her human toy in front of me like I was nothing.But that version of me was gone. And what replaced it? Didn’t care about restraint anymore. She thought she’d pushed me to the edge. She had no idea I built the damn cliff.I wasn’t going to ruin Jonathan. Not anymore. That would be too easy. And easy? That was never worthy of her. She wanted

Reckoning

Lucas’s POVI hadn’t shifted in weeks. And yet the wolf inside me paced, restless and bloodthirsty — clawing against the skin I wore like it didn’t fit anymore.She said the boy wasn’t mine, for the fucking second time. She looked me in the eye when she said it. And I believed her.But belief didn’t soothe the burn. It only made it sharper.She could’ve lied.She should’ve lied.If Selina wanted to win, she should have let me spiral, should’ve let me tear myself apart over a child that might’ve been mine.But she didn’t. She handed me clarity.And now? She was going to bleed for it.Not physically. No I wouldn’t hurt her. She’s mine. She breath the same air as me. Hurting her meant hurting myself. I wasn’t going to hurt her.But I was going to show her what it felt like to be powerless. To be hunted.To be outplayed by the same instincts she once worshipped in me. Well, maybe the same dick, who knows?I drove through the back roads of Westvale, not because I had a destination — but be

Damon is gone

Selina’s POVThe scent of him still clung to the air. Dark. Familiar and fucking suffocating. I stared at the crushed black rose in my hand, its petals torn and streaked with soil. His parting words echoed like poison through my veins, corrosive and unwanted.You’ll never love him the way you loved me. Because your soul already chose.My fingers tightened around the stem until a thorn pierced the skin, and blood bloomed against my palm. I welcomed the sting. It reminded me I was still in control. Still standing.But only just.He’d looked at me like I was still his. He’d spoken to me like nothing had changed—as if five years of silence, of agony, of abandonment, meant nothing.And damn him! Damn him for making part of me feel like nothing had changed, too.By the time I returned to the city, night had fallen. Vera was waiting in the penthouse, tablet in hand, eyes cool and sharp.“He was there, wasn’t he?” She asked without looking up.“He left a rose,” I said, tossing the crushed ste

The Unleashing

Selina’s POVI felt his scent before I saw him. That arrogant, unholy blend of cedar, ash, and blood. It curled down my spine like smoke from a fire I thought I’d buried long ago. But now it was back—alive, potent, and dangerous.Just like him. And it was everywhere. The rooftop was cold under my boots, wind clawing through my coat, but none of that mattered. Not when I smelled him. Not when my son was gone.Not when my soul was being ripped apart from the inside out and the only man I’d ever loved—and hated—had dared to show his face.I didn’t wait. I didn’t think. I ran.“Lucas!”My scream cracked through the darkness like a whip. His back was to me, head tilted toward the stars like he’d been waiting for me.He turned. And I broke.“You took him!” I roared, stepping into the light. “You sick, manipulative bastard. Give me my son!”His jaw tightened. His eyes didn’t waver. Not even a blink. He didn’t speak.He didn’t deny it. I didn’t give him the chance. I shifted. The change rippe

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