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I don’t know what kind of shifter he is. Mythical for sure, the energy is there and can’t be ignored. But past that, I can’t say.
He’s clearly been in the pride long enough that he doesn’t need the security detail, but something about him makes me think that he’s his own security.
— Dec 29, 2025 01:53PM
He’s clearly been in the pride long enough that he doesn’t need the security detail, but something about him makes me think that he’s his own security.
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Oh my gosh this was so painfully slow. Like it could’ve easily cut at least 200 pages. Omg. It’s so gosh darn repetitive. A character says something. Than repeats it a few times to get the message across. Than another character says it. Than POVs are switched and we hear about it like 4 more times. This was painful and I’m not reading the next one. Idk how I finished this. 2.5 stars. It not great. Rounded down.
— Dec 29, 2025 11:22PM
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The words don’t hit right. My body feels cold, my mind racing to piece this together. This man looks like Julian, but he is not Julian.
“How do you know my name?” My voice wavers, and I feel a deep, sinking dread settle in my gut.
My eyes dart between him and the alley entrance. I can’t get past him. I’m trapped.
— Dec 29, 2025 09:07PM
“How do you know my name?” My voice wavers, and I feel a deep, sinking dread settle in my gut.
My eyes dart between him and the alley entrance. I can’t get past him. I’m trapped.
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My heart pounds in my chest, and a small, wicked grin spreads across my face at seeing the Devil at play.
“I’m sorry, Maeve,” Caspian says. His eyes are wide now, darting between Lucifer and I as he works something out in his mind. “I hope that one day it all becomes clear.”
— Dec 29, 2025 05:46PM
“I’m sorry, Maeve,” Caspian says. His eyes are wide now, darting between Lucifer and I as he works something out in his mind. “I hope that one day it all becomes clear.”
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“Maeve has a tendency to fire anyone I hire, and she’s had a rough go of it.”
I laugh. That’s the kind of behaviour I can get behind. “Bested by a pretty and pampered princess.”
“Oh, trust me,” Atticus says dryly. “Maeve’s more than just her looks.”
I’ll believe it when I see it.
— Dec 29, 2025 04:42PM
I laugh. That’s the kind of behaviour I can get behind. “Bested by a pretty and pampered princess.”
“Oh, trust me,” Atticus says dryly. “Maeve’s more than just her looks.”
I’ll believe it when I see it.
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“Alpha Phoenix,” Orson says, stepping in behind me, gently closing the door. My heart races as his shadow appears just in front of me. I know he’s not close, but I can still feel his touch searing into my skin.
“Are you okay?” Atticus’s and Orson’s mate asks, her voice soft and gentle, as the concern pours off of her.
— Dec 29, 2025 10:16AM
“Are you okay?” Atticus’s and Orson’s mate asks, her voice soft and gentle, as the concern pours off of her.
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He sighs, some of his fight draining out of him. “Don’t be like this, Maeve. We can reassess and make a new plan, but this quick and hasty—”
“There’s that word again. Hasty? It’s been a planned leave for a couple of weeks now, Adrian, and it includes a trial period. It’s not a hasty decision that I’ve not thought out.”
Does he really think I’m that stupid?
— Dec 29, 2025 02:09AM
“There’s that word again. Hasty? It’s been a planned leave for a couple of weeks now, Adrian, and it includes a trial period. It’s not a hasty decision that I’ve not thought out.”
Does he really think I’m that stupid?
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I grab the letter opener, and it takes a few tries before I manage to calm the trembling enough to open it properly. Unlike the dark red on the envelope, the writing on the paper is a bright red, and it has a strange odour to it. Powerful, but odd.
Just like the outside, the script is elegant and pretty. It’s a shame the contents are so psychotic.
— Dec 25, 2025 04:41PM
Just like the outside, the script is elegant and pretty. It’s a shame the contents are so psychotic.
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“Maeve, this is—” Glenda starts, and her voice is in that fake tone she uses when she’s trying to be pleasant. It’s sickly sweet and laced with sugar, as if we can’t smell her treacherous energy from a mile-off.
“My mate,” the man cuts off, his wide eyes filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty.
— Dec 24, 2025 10:38PM
“My mate,” the man cuts off, his wide eyes filled with a mix of awe and uncertainty.
My body vibrates with nervous energy, but I force myself to not cower underneath his gaze.
“Physically, no,” I say, turning to give the driver a dirty look before turning to Mr Daunting with an almost pout. “Emotionally, absolutely.”
The driver pales, his eyes widening, as his passenger lets out a deep growl.
It shouldn’t thrill me.
Especially since I’m lying through my teeth just to cause some extra drama.
Colin snorts, still lurking a few feet behind me like the most useless shadow to exist.
He’s getting fired the moment I’m done with this bullshit.
“Who are you?” Mr Dark demands, giving Colin a look so scorching I’m surprised he’s not burst into flames.
“My security,” I say dryly.
“You’re pathetic,” Mr Damning says, his eyes darkening. “As a man? You’re an embarrassment. As security? Your actions are unforgivable. You’ll be lucky to keep your life once you’re fired from this job.”
Oh, wow, I liked that threat.
He moves past the driver, approaching me. My heart speeds up, my legs trembling. I’m not scared of him, not really.
There’s not a single part of me that thinks this man is capable of hurting me. It’s stupid, considering he’s the deadliest man I’ve ever seen in my entire life, but it’s the truth.
However, I am scared of whatever he might say, and I do not want to stick around for that.
“You shouldn’t be out here without proper protection,” he murmurs, his voice low and measured.
“I can handle myself,” I reply, more defensive than I intended.
I don’t know where this sudden rush of energy is coming from, but I don’t need this guy thinking I’m some damsel in distress.
His lips twitch, almost as if he’s holding back a smile. His eyes soften, and there’s something unreadable flickering.
The air between us crackles. I don’t know what’s going on, I can’t understand it. Something bubbling just underneath the surface.
“Thanks for your help, but I’ve got this handled,” I murmur, ignoring the shadow that crosses his face. I don’t trust myself to speak any louder, I don’t know how to handle his intensity.
I duck my head, turn on my heel, and practically run away, my feet moving faster than my mind can process.
I don’t look back to see his expression, but I can feel his eyes on me the entire time.
Colin follows silently, staying a few steps behind like the useless shadow he’s proven to be. I don’t have the energy to speak to him.
He deserves to be torn apart for what just happened, but I’m not sure I trust myself to stay composed.
My legs feel shaky like they’re barely keeping me upright. I’d like to pretend it was from the near-accident, but I know it’s from him.
Colin mutters something about sitting in the car until I finish, but I ignore him, racing through the building as fast as my heels can carry me.
My hands fumble as I jam my finger into the elevator button over and over, desperate to escape the buzzing confusion in my chest.
Finally, the doors open, and I step inside, grateful to be alone. My pulse is still hammering in my throat, only now, can I finally breathe.
The weight of his presence clings to me like an electric charge still buzzing under my skin. The way he looked at me, the way he spoke to me… I can’t shake it.
Who the fuck was he?
And why the hell am I so… afraid.
His eyes, his prowess… his beauty.
I don’t like the way he has affected me.
I shake my head, biting back the unexplainable pull I felt towards him. I don’t know why I even care.
By the time the elevator dings and the doors slide open on my floor, I’ve managed to compose myself enough to step out into the hallway.
The feeling? It’s still there.
I pull my phone out to text Caspian and let this energy out at someone. No fucking way am I getting back in Colin’s car at the end of this shift.
Sure, stepping out in the street was my fault. I can’t blame Colin for that, and realistically, I wouldn’t have been severely hurt, even if I was hit by the car. I was in the wrong, I should’ve been paying attention.
But backing away from a raging lunatic screaming at me in the street? Staying silent and letting me handle that myself?
Disgraceful.
Honestly, compared to Mr Dominant, he’s a little puny anyway. Maybe that needs to be the requirement of my new security: must prove they can kill a man.