AARÓN CONNOR ꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎ I haven’t been able to control myself. I’ve spent the entire fucking day thinking about her. She has this way of driving me insane, even when she’s miles away from me. I glance at my desk, and immediately images flood my mind—her on it, the sound of her moans, her flushed face, and her hair tousled from our movements.Definitely, fucking her on this desk wasn’t a good idea. I need to focus on my work and deal with what’s truly important right now, not fantasize about that woman and her naked body sprawled across my workspace. I thought being apart from her wouldn’t affect me like this—it’s maddening.“Damn it!” I slam my fist on the desk in anger. It hasn’t been long since she left, and already my head is filled with dirty thoughts, making me feel like I’m on the verge of losing my mind completely.A knock at the door pulls me out of my mental delusions. I give whoever it is permission to enter, and I see a woman walk in with a

AARÓN CONNOR ꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎ The damn phone won’t stop ringing, and I keep ignoring the calls, making it clear I’m not interested. Right now, I’m in no mood to deal with anyone. The view of the wooded path I’m driving through is swarming with those bloodsucking insects that have once again invaded my territory, and I refuse to let those damn starving parasites mock me.When I arrive, I step out of the car, the stench of those leeches filling my nostrils and turning my stomach with its repulsiveness. But it’s a warning—it tells me they’re here. From this point on, I’ll continue on foot. I know Heartbreak like the back of my hand, even with my eyes closed. I’m certain those bastards are hiding here.I don’t understand why they insist on coming here—it’s so stupid. It’s like sticking your hand straight into a wolf’s den. This only confirms they’re idiots planning something and think they can face me. The putrid stench of death grows overwhelming.At that moment, I hear footsteps, p

VIOLET SWAN ITALY. ꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎ "You look absolutely beautiful, Vi," Kate compliments me, making me spin around. "Grandma Ross was right when she said silver is a color that suits you perfectly, sweetheart."I can't help but blush at her comment. I glance at myself in the mirror again and won’t deny how much I like the reflection staring back at me—the way I look tonight feels magical."Thank you," I mutter shyly, trying to change the subject. "Is it time to go?""Yes, you're absolutely right," she smiles, stepping closer to the mirror to adjust her makeup and fix her hair. Kate is perfection personified—everyone in the pack wants her attention because of her beauty. "Let’s go, or we’ll be late.""Y-yes," I stammer, snapping out of my daze. It’s hard for me to understand how Kate is still single when she’s so stunning. I keep repeating to myself: *In the pack, girls want to get close to her, and guys can’t stop looking at her.* So why hasn’t she had any close frie

I can feel the tension in the air. Though I can’t see Kate’s face, I know she’s uncomfortable."Follow me, it’s time to go," she says hurriedly, and I trail after her, ignoring the guy who helped me earlier.I follow her in complete silence, passing by countless people I can’t identify. In situations like this, I hate the damn suppressor implant they stuck me with. Before I realize it, we’ve reached the entrance, and the chauffeur is waiting in front of me and Kate with the car door already open, as if he knew we were leaving. It’s all so strange. Even though I can’t smell anything right now, I feel like this isn’t the same person who brought us here. Or am I imagining things?"What are you waiting for, Violet? Get in," Kate asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. "It’s time to go. I can’t wait to get away from this nest of snakes." She looks at the place with disgust and anger.It’s incredible how, in moments like this, she reminds me so much of her brother—Aarón makes that exact angry

AARÓN CONNOR ITALY. ꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎ This time I won’t let her attitude slide. I’ve been sitting on the stairs for a while now, waiting for her. And hours later, the soft creak of the door opening pulls me from my thoughts. I lift my gaze and there she is — her silhouette outlined by the dim light of the hallway. Her brown hair falls in waves over her shoulders, and those eyes… eyes that seem to hold endless memories, staring off into some distant point. My muscles tense instantly, but I force myself to stay still as she walks toward me with confident, almost arrogant steps, each movement deliberate — like she’s silently daring me.She doesn’t say a word. Not one. She simply passes right by me, like I’m nothing more than air shifting through her hair. She climbs the stairs with that same calmness that chills my blood, and my jaw clenches so hard it hurts. Fury starts bubbling beneath my skin at her indifference. I want to lash out, demand