My beautiful butterfly in hell

My beautiful butterfly in hell

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As I stared at her I knew she was perfectly meant and made just for me. When she looked at me with those eyes, I felt my beast hum in desire. I stared at her like a lion watching it's prey. I swear her body was perfect... The way she worked it. I craved to wrapped my hands in her hair and waist,oh god... I wanted her spread in my bed. I will do whatever it takes to make her mine. To call her my woman. Every time I look at her, I feel like I'm in a movie and I would never trade this feeling for nothing. My beautiful butterfly,I promise I will have you in a week or less." Amelia has faced everything in life or at least that what she likes to think.She has been broken and to her,no one can ever mend her. Everyday, she fight to survive, to make her hardest choice... To live when she wanted to die. However no one ever knew that. She was perfect at masking her pain with a fake smile and laugh that everyone was unable to tell of the horrors she with holds.Until one fateful night where she stumbles on something or someone that she shouldn't have. As a result of being at the wrong place in the wrong time lend her to Laucretius...and worse she spiked up his interest... And now he is bent on getting her regardless what. Perhaps their is more to him... Perhaps he is not just a billionaire. perhaps he has his own demons and maybe she is might be his saviour. Lucretius is one of the most richest men in the world,Owning different companies all over the world. He is widely known as egoistic, womanizer cruel, heartless and a cold personality that he will do everything to maintain... Well until a girl walked into his life threatening to destroy everything he has ever believed in.
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"The fuck you are leaving me." His roar cracked through the hall like lightning. Ara didn't blink. She stood there, calm as death, done to her core. No tears. No tremble. Just a weary exhale as she turned her back on him - the one thing he never thought she'd do. Before she could take a step, his hand shot out, gripping her arm like he was holding on to life itself. "Where are you going, Ara!" His command shook the pack. But she wasn't his to command. Not anymore. Ara ripped her arm free with a force that made even his wolf recoil. "Don't. Touch. Me." Her aura slammed into him, cold and merciless. "You think I'll stand here and watch you mate and breed her?" she hissed, every word a dagger. His throat bobbed. "She meant nothing." She laughed - sharp, broken, brutal. "Yeah? That's why you were fucking her in your office? Couldn't even hide the scent of your betrayal." "Ara, it was a mistake-" She stepped closer, eyes blazing. "Your mistakes come in episodes, Alpha. Season one, season two, season three. You don't make mistakes. You make choices." He swallowed hard. "I don't need her. I need you." "Lies," she spat. "Every damn sentence you breathe is a lie. I can't even look at you without feeling sick." He flinched like her words physically hit him. "That female behind you?" she pointed, not bothering to glance. "Perfect for you. Go mark her. Breed her. Hell, fuck her for all I care." Her voice cracked - but she kept going, blade steady even when bleeding. "I don't need you. Not anymore." His knees crashed to the floor. The mighty Alpha. On the ground. For her. "Ara... I'm sorry. I'm really fucking sorry." His voice broke like he finally understood what loss tasted like. She stared at him with a sad, devastating smile. "Isn't it too late for that, Mate?" One tear escaped - and she crushed it away with her thumb. Then she turned. Walked. Didn't look back. But he didn't chase her. Because he knew. He didn't just lose her. He wrecked her.

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