POV: KeithAs the dust settled and I caught sight of Ameera standing next to the broken shelves, relief flooded through me for a brief second before being replaced by a sharp pain of disappointment. Ameera stood there, her attire nothing more than a towel wrapped around her chest. My keen eyes noticed the subtle shift in her expression, a flicker of guilt and weakness that did not escape my notice.Confusion and pain stirred within me as I struggled to process what I was feeling. How could she let him have her, how could she be with another man that is not me, how could she?The thought that she may have been intimate with our sworn enemy, Dymion, cut through him like a blade. The trust I had placed in her, the belief that she reciprocated my feelings, seemed shattered at that moment. The memory of Ameera catching me in a similar compromising position with my waitresses flooded my mind, a painful reminder of my own mistakes. Now, the tables had turned, and the weight of my betrayal bo

POV: KeithWhat are you doing, Keith, why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked sadly, her eyes filled with tears."I want you to stay, Ameera," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "I want to make things right, to show you the love and respect you deserve. Please, give me a chance to prove that I can be the man you need me to be." I told her, lifting her head to look into her eyes. But she swatted my hand off, choosing to look away from me instead. “What is it, Ameera, didn’t you want me anymore, are you not willing to give me a second chance?” I asked sadly. “Oh, come on, Keith, come off it!Are you fucking insane, what is wrong with you?Are we going to act like everything is okay, are we going to sweep all our past mistakes under the rug?For fucks sake, I’d nearly fucked your uncle yesterday morning. If you and Kyle had not come there, I would have done it, Keith, I would have given my Vcard to a man that is after my life, our lives!What kind of a man a

POV: AmeeraParis was beautiful, but my mind was filled with more questions than ever before. Keith's sudden transformation is like a whirlwind that has turned my world upside down. Images of our time together flash through my mind. His gestures of kindness, his thoughtful words, and the way he treated me like a queen. He’s being so cute, but, memories of his past cruelty are still fresh in my head and it's casting a shadow of doubt over my heart.“How can I trust someone who once enjoyed seeing me in pain, who made my life a living nightmare? He caused me so much pain, and I could tell that he loved it, he enjoyed it even. I’m guessing he is some kind of a Dominant or something. If he’s into BDSM, then Is this newfound kindness just a facade, a cruel game to break me once again?I wrap my arms around myself, a shiver running down my spine as conflicting emotions swirl within me. The fear of being hurt again, inner battles with a tinge of hope that maybe, just maybe, Keith's change i

POV: Ameera“Get the guys and get the cars ready, we have an urgent mission,” he instructed Kyle and Eddie. Kyle has been hanging around here since we got back from Paris. I wasn’t there when Keith made a deal with him, but I’m glad that he did. It’s nice to have the lycans around watching over us. I’m glad he didn’t ask me to refund the money I stole, that would have been so fucking crazy because I’ve blown it all away.“Grab the damn books and follow me now!” He ordered sternly, refusing to look at my face. I obeyed his orders, and I gathered all the books I had stolen from him, and followed him downstairs. When we got down, I saw the cars lined up in front of the house with the guys standing by the cars, waiting for him. “Hand them over to Kyle and get back inside. I need you to lock the doors and remain inside your room until I get back. I need you to…”“No! No!No, Keith!You won’t leave me on the sidelines anymore, I’m not waiting for your return Keith, I’m fucking coming with

POV: KeithI felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins as I clutched the spell books tightly to his chest, the weight of my decision heavy on my mind. I knew what I had to do to save Ameera's mother from the clutches of Dymion, the dark sorcerer who had brought chaos into their lives. It's quite unfortunate that he is my uncle, I wish there was a way to wipe him off our family history. He is a disgrace to our history, he has brought nothing but shame and disgrace to our name. Too bad we are stuck with him and his bad deeds will be recorded in the history of our family for all times.Unless…Hmmm, I just have a thought and it’s beginning to make sense in my head. What if I wipe him off the history books, what if I make everyone forget about him and destroy everything he has built as a memento for everyone to use and remember him? I could save us the shame of having to read about him or even speak about him. I’ll keep that in mind while I deal with him. That’ll be my next req