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"You can't run from me, little mate," his deep voice growled into the silence, his breath hot against my skin as his fingers traced my jaw, possessive and unyielding. "You were made for me, and no one else will ever touch what's mine."
I struggled to break free, my heart pounding in fear and anger. "I'm not yours, Alpha Onyx. I'm not anyone's. I have a life, a purpose-"
"You are mine," he interrupted, his red eyes locking onto mine, daring me to deny him. "Your life, your purpose... they belong to me now. The sooner you accept it, the less you'll suffer."
I didn't understand his obsession, his claim over me, but one thing was clear-this wasn't love. It was something darker, more dangerous, and completely unrelenting.
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"Over my dead body, Royelle."
"Well, if you insist."
In which a powerful Slytherin witch finds herself reluctantly involved in the affairs of the mischievous Marauders.
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