KATHERINEI squeeze it in my hand, feeling a tingling sensation, my mind sharper; the words pour out like an uncontrollable river.I close my eyes and focus on them. In the darkness of my mind, a small spark ignites, rare golden flashes. I try to take control of them.They're moving! They dance in my consciousness like playful children made of light.A crazy idea crosses my mind—I try to guide that primordial magic, letting it flow from my neck to my heart and then through the veins stretching down my right arm to my hand, where I clutch the powders.I'm doing it!Sweat beads on my forehead, my breathing turns heavy; it's harder than I imagined, but I persevere…"Zyrelin talyra anithor… Zyrelin talyra anithor…" I repeat the incantation in my mind over and over.I clench my teeth, my vision blurs, a wave of dizziness crashes into my senses, and my temples throb…Damn it! Come on, work, work!"Zyrelin talyra anithor… Zyrelin talyra anithor… anithor, anithor!"—Ah, sshhh! —I let out a mu

ELLIOTThe hoarse scream that escaped from her slightly parted red lips, her lashes fluttering as she tilted her head back in pure ecstasy.The liquid spilling, drenching my cock, and the tight, hot, delicious massage around my shaft made it clear—my Duchess had reached her peak.I didn’t take long to follow her.“Nmmm…” I shut my eyes, furrowing my brows.A muffled moan slipped from my throat; I barely managed to suppress it as my balls tightened violently, releasing thickly inside my woman’s depths.Mine. Because she had given herself to me. Because I wasn’t going to let her go. Because this female satisfied me and filled my soul in a way I had never experienced before.Something warm spilled from inside her, at the very point where our bodies were joined, soothing my inner beast, taming my murderous instincts, leaving only deep, consuming feelings toward her.The need to keep her by my side—forever. To dominate her and, at the same time, give her everything.I heard her gasping; we

ELLIOTThey left a moment later. There is no doubt in my mind that Lavinia is Katherine’s daughter.Rossella never treated her that way; in fact, she seemed to hate the little girl."Katherine," I murmured under my breath, savoring her name. I longed to call her that openly.I need to find the right moment, but first...Knock, knock, knock.The sound of knocking pulls me from my thoughts."Come in," I say as I move around my desk, hearing Vittorio step inside just as I take my seat."Your Lordship, I’ve brought the morning reports," he says, handing me the documents.Sometimes I still struggle to believe Wallace betrayed me."He hasn’t confessed anything yet?" I ask, my face twisting with anger."No, sir. No matter the torture, he still insists he didn’t do it. His daughter... I’ve already sent for her to be brought to the capital," he explains, but my eyes remain fixed on the report about the south."So my spy has contacted the support? Everything went as planned?"He confirms that i

NARRATORFrom the second floor of the grand and glamorous Coral Mansion, a woman watched furtively from behind the heavy crimson curtain.Brenda’s pupils shifted color the moment she spotted Elliot stepping out of the carriage.Immediately, the night breeze carried to her those masculine, seductive pheromones exuding from that powerful, virile male—she loved it.But her excitement quickly faded when she saw him extend his hand to support a brown-haired woman accompanying him.Brenda examined her closely, like a female assessing her rival.She vaguely remembered seeing her before—that pitiful creature who pretended to have a class she didn’t possess.But tonight… she wasn’t sure… something about that woman seemed different. She projected an aura of confidence, an indomitable self-assurance.She wore a flowing, stunning blue gown.The corset cinched her waist into a delicate silhouette.The square neckline couldn’t hide the sensual fullness of her breasts. Did that idiot always have suc

NARRATOR"Duchess, what a shame. Deborah, why did you mention the pendant?" Katherine watched as Brenda feigned surprise, even embarrassment.This had been her plan from the very start.Her sister must be rolling in her grave because right now, Katherine was cursing her in every possible way.How could a woman stoop so low for a man?"Duchess, I’m so sorry, I only mentioned the pendant to my friend because, well, you… you believed it was a gift from the Duke for your anniversary, and, well, it turned out it wasn’t…" the shameless woman said with a guilty smile. "He had it made for someone else."There was no need to specify who that someone was; it was obvious. The woman wearing the real one around her neck was not the rightful wife."It seems she liked it so much she had a fake one made. I imagine that with the noble’s pension the Duke gives her, she wouldn’t be able to afford something that valuable," one of the women behind Brenda murmured maliciously.Katherine clenched her fists