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Chapter 26
Patricia
My eyes are tired, and my body is deprived of sleep as I try to dabble away in the art studio at our school. Classes are over, but I'm in the art club's studio. When I need inner peace, I come here to do watercolor paintings.
Today is such a day.
Alice wouldn't stop crying yesterday. She locked herself inside her room in our new house and told me to leave her alone in a pleading voice. Guilt struck me for not understanding where her pain had come from, yet I respected her wishes and didn't bother knocking on her door.
Instead, I fell asleep listening to music, and then I jolted awake after dreaming about tanned skin, piercing blue eyes and taut arms roped with muscle. I'm not kidding—my brain has officially betrayed me!
The last image imprinted into my memory was of Dior's smile and that deep voice of his teasingly saying, "princess, you know you can't fight how much you want me" before I orgasmed in my sleep.
After opening my
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Patricia Coffee fills my mouth, and I smile at the strong taste—caffeine is a girl's best friend. Who cares about dogs and diamonds when the sense of being wired hits your brain? Without the black, addictive liquid, I would die. Tiffany lifts her eyes into mine. "So, tell me about everything that has happened in town while we were gone." I inhale the scent of coffee. "Nothing much has happened." "Nonsense!" Tiffany laughs. "Tell me about your school—do you like it there? Have you made any new friends? Is Dior still a pain in the ass, or has he laid off your back?" I look around while thinking of what to answer first. I'm sitting inside a café together with Tiffany and her twin brother Rohan. Both of them have barely even touched their drinks, and honestly, they are acting weird. Tiffany is oddly bubbly and overly excited while her brother inspects the place as if he believes something to jump out from
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Alice "You can't stay locked inside your room forever, Alice. And you need real food! It is not healthy for you to keep eating sugar all day. Please, will you stop eating ice cream for dinner? No wonder you're so short!" I put aside my bowl, feeling hurt because Dior hit the bullseye. Whatever Ben & Jerry's is how a girl survives. I take another bite, talking with my mouth full. "You're not my mother, Dior!" The man glares at me, crossing his bulging arms across his chest. I'm not too fond of his fit physique right now. Damn him standing there looking like fitness materialized while I'm eating pure diabetes for dinner. "I'm trying to be a good friend, Alice." I sigh and push away the ice cream once more. "I know! But I'm not in a good mood today. The world sucks." The mattress creaks when my uninvited guest sits down next to me. He is heavy, and I sink into him. Dior blinks at our sudden contact, and I sit straighter, clearing my t
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WilliamBlood trickles down from my chin when I roll my head to the side, glancing down at June. The giggling vampire hybrid reaches out her hand, taking some of the red liquid on her fingertip to put it into her mouth as she sucks it clean."You taste delicious."I don't reply."Too bad you're a traitor, William." June circles the room and picks up a whip. Her lips art to reveal sharp teeth in a deranged smile. "Not only do I have to get stronger to kill Patricia—I also have to deal with that witch from your dreams."I'm still silent, barely even breathing as I hang on the wall. We are down in the basement, and my entire body is burning. June has been hurting me since morning. She entered my dreams and found out about Alice's existence, and now she is making sure I will remember my master's name and that I can't have a happy ending.Honestly, I'm glad I'm the one taking this punishment instead of Alice. Her eyes, so bright and lively,
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Patricia I have an uninvited guest inside my new kitchen. Alice isn't at home. She left early to find herself a part-time job, leaving me home alone to enjoy some quality time with myself. I was happy with the idea that I would finally get some time to breathe and sort out my thoughts. I'm one of those people who needs her alone time. Yet, I'm here, baking bread while glancing at Dior, who is smiling at me from the kitchen table. "It smells delicious," Dior comments as he leans his cheek against his knuckles. "You've always been such a skilled baker." I glare at Dior, suddenly remembering him calling me large, fat, and plus-sized at school. He never hesitated to give me a snide remark in the past, especially if I filled my plate with another portion. Yet now he is sitting in my kitchen, giving me sweet compliments while the mate-bond is zapping electricity between us—fate has a wicked sense of humor. "I won't let you savor anything."
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Patricia After I've wrapped my legs around Dior's muscular body, he carries me into my bedroom while kissing me. My imagination is already running wild. I'm tasting his tongue and running my hands through his thick, dark hair, already wet and ready to take him. The man standing inside my bedroom looks like he just stepped out of every woman's wet dream. Dior is dressed casually in dark jeans and a white t-shirt that hugs his bulging biceps and does nothing to hide his cobblestone abs trying to escape. I can count the sexy ridges through the fabric. I stop biting his lower lip and lean back, and as expected, those piercing blue eyes are even more intense when we are this close. Dior smiles at me, a devious half-smile that makes my heart stop inside my chest—he is gorgeous. I'm panting while my belly churns in anticipation. The alpha man, who I'm trying to hate, seems ready to eat me alive—and as embarrassing as it is, I want to let him. I take a deep breath and try not to overthink
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DiorI'm sitting inside the living room with many new pieces of furniture that I've summoned by simply tapping at images from the IKEA website. All I needed was my phone. I feel like a freaking wizard—did someone forget to send me that Hogwarts letter?I discuss with myself. "Hm, perhaps I should get a new bookshelf next? Not that I have any books to put into it, but Patricia might need one for her new home. She reads a lot."Right then, someone bangs on my door, and the sound isn't very pleasing to the ears. The person on the other side is angry. I question if I should even bother opening my door, yet I also realize that I can't hide from my pack members forever. I'm still their alpha, even if they are aware of me being a hideous monster.Sighing, I push myself back on my feet. "I'm coming!"My hand curls around the lock, and then I barely have time to see who is standing behind the door before I'm punched straight in the face. A knuckle bur
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