Betrayal and Devotion

blur, as the realit

I done?. This could bring

surroundings. "This was not my room" I said as I scanned the luxurious furnish

r brother, The Lycan Don. I could barely breathe as I took in his bare, chiseled chest, his muscular arm d

ttered under my breath. The realization hi

wing they'd bring nothing but ruin. But here I was, lying next to the brother of the very man who hau

d across the floor like remnants of a storm, and clutched them close. But just as

o soon, Fr

amusement.His gaze trailed lazily

nt heating my cheeks as I ti

say, my voice wavering.His gaze was intense,

I knew all too well that he had

oved closer, his fingers reaching out

fying, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He tilted hi

o mine. My heart pounded wildly, my mind screaming to resist, but his presence consumed

spered, my voice barel

es, I was dripping, his hands moving like the shock of waves on

rm against my ear. "Do You

out of

lf-preservation, I leaned into him, letting the raw, primal pull of desire take over, just for a mom

d his arms. The sudden change in his demeanor was a slap

. I needed to escape the tangled web he w

shame, anger, and yearning. As I slipped into my heels and reache

k stone and reclaimed timber, the structure seemed to pulse with untamed energy, as if it had grown organically fr

Goddess that no one saw me leaving. The car pulled up,

s I took one last glance at the m

ic and high-pitched. "Francesca! Your father collapsed! He's at Winston Memorial.

hock robbed me of words, my father's face flashing through my mind. For years, he had struggle

asked, his concerned eyes meet

ded n

inston Memori

questions and fears. Had Marco known about this? Was this some t

driver and raced inside, my heart pounding as I searched for answe

r. Anderson Col

expression. "He's in surgery right now. The doctor

gave out beneat

ne of the lobby chairs, wrapping my arms around myself as if

ckling sensation at the back of my neck. I looked up