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      Chapter 34

      by Quinn Hawthorne   I leaned against the kitchen counter, rubbing my temples as the pot of soup simmered on the stove. The quiet felt suffocating today. Yesterday, everything had been fine—better than fine, actually. My parents had been in good spirits, more alert, even managing to get through the day without much of the usual struggle. So, I told the nurse to take the day off. They deserved the break. But today... today was different. I sighed, pushing myself off the counter and grabbing a spoon to stir the…
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      Chapter 36

      by Quinn Hawthorne The mark on my hand wouldn’t stop itching. The mark on my hand had grown darker. Its presence, once faint, now felt like a constant whisper at the back of my mind. At first, I’d ignored it, brushing off the strange tingling sensation as an aftereffect of the ritual. But deep down, I knew better. This wasn’t something I could dismiss anymore. It wasn’t going away. Sitting in the quiet of my nest, I stared at it. The lines were no longer subtle—they were defined, almost alive, moving in rhythm…
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      Chapter 33

      by Quinn Hawthorne My body feels like jelly after what feels like sleeping for days. I stir and discover that I'm snuggled against Silas, his muscular body warm and comforting, my head resting on his chest. As I start to remember all that's happened, my eyes spring open and search the ceiling. When did I fall asleep? The shadows on the ceiling are dancing as if alive, but the room is brighter than before, gleaming off the faint mark on my hand. My hand. I lift it to the light, and the tattoo, a complex symbol, shimmers in…
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      Chapter 32

      by Quinn Hawthorne The scent of her heat, a potent mix of lily of the valley and vanilla, was driving me wild. It was a perfume that seemed to seep into my very bones, a siren call that I couldn't resist. Xiomara, my Mara, was spread out beneath me like a feast, her pale skin flushed, and her blue eyes glazed over with desire. She was losing herself to the primal need of her omega instincts, and I was more than ready to answer that call. I trailed kisses up her smooth thighs, savoring the sweet taste of her slick on my…
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      Chapter 30

      by Quinn Hawthorne The room was thick with the scent of dragon's blood and the sight of dancing flames. I could feel the elements around me, a chorus of ancient power that hummed with the rhythm of the earth itself. The cut on my wrist stung, a small price to pay for freedom from the chains that had bound me for so long. As the last drop of my blood fell into the bowl, the world seemed to hold its breath. A surge of energy coursed through me, a torrent of raw power that felt like it might tear me apart from the inside out.…
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      Chapter 29

      by Quinn Hawthorne “Are you sure you want to do this tonight?” As I stepped out of the steam-filled bathroom, the scent of lavender and sage lingering on my skin from the purifying shower, Amber stood before me, her hands cradling a simple wooden box. The supplies within were more than mere objects; they were the keys to my liberation. Wrapped in the soft folds of an all-white robe, I felt a sense of clarity, the fabric a blank canvas for the transformation to come. Silas and I were supposed to be heading to a hotel…
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      Chapter 28

      by Quinn Hawthorne I was practically buzzing as I took the wheel of Gideon's car, the engine purring to life beneath my fingertips. The drive back to his place was an exercise in restraint; my hand seemed to have a mind of its own, resting on Gideon's thigh, fingers tracing idle patterns over the denim of his jeans. Every so often, he'd glance over at me, a small, private smile playing on his lips, and I'd feel my heart kick against my ribs like a wild thing trying to escape. We were a tangle of limbs and laughter, the car…
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      Chapter 26

      by Quinn Hawthorne The first thing I became aware of was the sound of my own breathing, a steady rhythm that matched the subtle rise and fall of Gideon's chest beside me. The tent was a cocoon of warmth, the early evening sun casting a golden hue through the thin fabric, illuminating the space just enough to see the contours of Gideon's face in repose. He looked peaceful, the tension that usually lined his forehead smoothed out in sleep, his full lips parted slightly. My body was sated in a way it had never been before, the…
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      Chapter 25

      by Quinn Hawthorne It was hard to pass the house's threshold for the first time since the afternoon it all happened. Even with Silas flush against my back, giving me all the strength he could. I knew I had to do this; I was already halfway through the summer break, and it needed to be done before returning to school. For the last two weeks, Silas has been trying to amp me up to go back here and last night I felt strong enough to finally face it. So, today was a good day as any, but it felt like there was a barrier that kept…
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      Chapter 24

      by Quinn Hawthorne   Xiomara rocked against my bulge as her sweet mouth sucked at my collarbone. The scent of her slick filled the room, making my thoughts cloudier by the second. “Fuck, baby.” I groaned as her teeth sank into my skin before her tongue lapped at the mark, soothing it. Wrapping my hand in her hair, I pushed her down my body, making her giggle at my impatience. Her hair tickled my sides as it moved past, and I couldn’t help but shiver. I wasn’t expecting her to nuzzle my hard cock against…
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