Runaway
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I ran through the corridor, not caring what would happen to me. I needed to find out about my parents - the only people I had in the world that were taken away from me. Damien tried to stop me but I ignored him. I bursted through the door and saw the despicable woman, dressed up in her usual lab coat and her hair in her usual clean bun. "Where are they, Iris?" I screamed her name as venomously as I could as I grabbed her shoulders. "Didn't I tell you that the well being of society is fabricated around trust? Well, you are disappointing me dearly by not trusting me," she responded as she it a hand on my head, ignoring my question. I moved away and I was too slow. She slapped me hard. I fell down, clutching my painfully stinging cheek. "You do not boss me around and you do exactly as I say! I shall not tolerate any pest nuisance! Damien, bring her to the probe room." He entered the door, regret in his eyes. Despite that, he still obeyed. I was betrayed and alone. I was a runaway.
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VIOLET I've been called too much since the day I grew hips and learned how to use my voice. Too loud. Too soft. Too thick. Too Black. Too hungry for men who never knew what to do with me. That's fine. Let the weak choke on my flavor. I came here to work. A two-month contract with a secretive werewolf pack, patching up warriors and pretending the whole fated mates thing doesn't apply to humans like me. Then I met him. Leon Starling-six-foot-six of alpha arrogance, with glacier eyes and a body built to sin. King of the Crescent Moon Pack. And apparently... fated to me. Our first meeting? In his oversized, overcompensating office. He told me to show respect. I told him to choke on it. "You're in my territory, human," he growled. "And you're in my light," I said. "Move." The problem? I don't want to be claimed. I want to be taken. But every time I lean in, he backs off. Like he's scared I'll break. "I don't want to hurt you," he says, voice hoarse, fists clenched. I smirk, slow and wicked. "Then you're not man enough to fuck me." ⸻ LEON She walked into my office like she belonged there. No fear. No scent of submission. Just fire, hips, and attitude. She was supposed to be another healer. A professional. Temporary. Not mine. But the moment I scented her, I knew. Violet Blues is everything I've been searching for-and everything I shouldn't touch. Defiant. Human. Forbidden. She looks at me like she dares me to try. Laughs like she knows I already lost. "You think your little attitude makes you strong?" I snapped. "No," she purred, dragging her gaze down my body. "But it makes you hard." I should've walked away. Should've buried the bond howling in my blood. Instead, I backed her against my desk and nearly begged. She doesn't want love. She wants to be ruined. "Say it again," I growl, my voice raw. "You're not strong enough to take me," she whispers. And that's when I knew- She wasn't sent to complete me. She was sent to destroy me

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