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Nora:

“Now step away so we can go home and start more work on the cas-” I was cut off when Silas

slammed his hand hard against the car’s roof.

“Fine. We got married without marking each other. Remember, I couldn’t let my wolf out?” I thought

that would be enough, and he’d let me go for

now.

But this time, Nash took over.

“And you haven’t let

out since?” Tha

your wolf his way of telling me

he had caught me in a lie.

“You let your wolf out to fight the mutant, but you have no time to let it out and mark your beloved

husband?” He mocked my tone when I spoke about my love for Brody, or at least how I’ve

expressed it.

“What’s your problem? Even if there’s some trouble between my husband and me, why would it

bother you when I don’t have an issue with it?” Growing tired and running out of a decent response,

I tried using the privacy excuse.

“Because you’re a damn liar, Nora. You’re not happy, and that asshole is the reason. We just want

to know why you’re not telling anyone. What does he have on you? What are you so afraid of, that

you can fight a mutant but not stand up to that jerk?” Silas punched the car’s roof again before

finally stepping away.

It made me realize they hadn’t heard anything. So Natalya hadn’t fooled

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1. me. It sucks that my mind was more focused on whether Natalya had beaten me again rather

than on the real issue.

“Listen, everything’s fine. And I am happy. It’s just that seeing you guys again upsets me,” I

shrugged.

“It doesn’t seem that way. You look completely void of any emotion now. Except when you were

talking to Natalya. That was the only time I saw any emotion in your eyes,” Nash groaned, grabbing

my arm the moment I tried to open the car door.

My body froze, and I lowered my head to glare at his hand, but instead of removing it, he pulled me

closer.

It was like he saw I was warning him not to touch me but challenged me anyway.

“Nash, take your hand off me,” I warned, and he tilted his head.

“Or else what? You’ll fight me like you fight the mutants?” He brought his face level with mine. “Nora,

you can’t fool us. We’re the Alpha Kings for a reason. You might be some warrior, but we’re the

damn Alpha Kings.”

I kept staring at him as his jaw clenched. “If you think I’ll back down just because you say you’re

over me, then you’re wrong.”

Since Silas had walked away, Nash decided to whisper, making sure only I could hear and that his

brother remained oblivious.

“There is nothing going on, and I want you two to stop bothering me. Or I‘ 11 have to request to be

sent back,” I shrugged casually this time, and Nash suddenly let me go.

Watching them force themselves into my life like this was saddening. There was a time when, if they

had done that, I would’ve been all over

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them. But it was too late.

They couldn’t just show up when they were bored and try to snatch me back from my new life.

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“Now, let’s go home,” I said, sliding into the car. After a few minutes of the brothers talking outside

and making me curious, they finally got back in.

We didn’t speak to each other again. When we returned, we found Cain in the garden, slouched in a

chair with his body hunched over. He had his hands in his hair, watching us as we got out of the car.

He strolled over in his usual sassy manner and tilted his head at me.

“Let’s go. We need to have a word,” he said. I rolled my eyes.

“If I had a dime for every time one of you—” I didn’t finish because he narrowed his eyes at me.

“That troublesome girl you brought in just dragged Dad to the mall to buy her stuff, so before she

returns, I need to finish something with you,” Cain said, completely ignoring the fact that his brothers

were trying to hint at something.

“We’ve talked to her. She’s just the same broken record,” Nash explained, but Cain ignored him.

“We are going to my studio and having a talk,” Cain said, his eyes boring into mine. “Right now.”

I shook my head calmly, folding my arms over my chest.

“Nope! I’m not entering that studio again. Remember, I’m very obedient,

so I recall your demand, and I respect your boundary,” I reminded him of the time he had kicked me

out, but he looked determined.

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I realized just how serious he was when he grabbed my

“I

said,

we are going

my

studio.”

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