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Serenity wasn’t the absence of conflict; it was the stillness within chaos.
“We fucked up. It was all just to make you jealous. But you’ve always been ours. You’re my kitten,” Cobra whispered in my ear as I stared sadly at Xerxes. The last thing I heard before I fell asleep. “You will be punished for not choosing me, but I’ve never stopped owning you. How could I? You are my soul.”
“Poor little alpha. You’re going to take it, and you’re going to like it.”
Cobra, who was walking past at that exact moment, tripped and slammed his face into the wall. “Buy that. Immediately,” he croaked.
“I fucking own your mind, body, and soul. Absolute ownership. You are my possession. My fucking everything.”
It was impossible to put into words the all-consuming obsession I had with her. She was my everything, and I would raze the world for her.
When she screamed as she came, when I pulled back and coated my seed across her golden skin, the void whispered what I’d been unable to face all along. I didn’t own my kitten. My kitten owned me. And it was everything.
“I love you so fucking much it terrifies me. I don’t know how to fucking take care of someone. Don’t know how to be something for anybody. But I want to be someone for you.”
