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SAINT. 

I fucking hated that little whore with every inch of my being. That’s the truth. 

I had punishments lined up for her like fucking chapters in a novel. This trip to the Blood Crescent pack? This was chapter one. We were barely scratching the surface. 

She was going to be bait for Nagel Vale, the sick bastard who couldn’t resist anything that breathed with a cunt and a little fear in her eyes. 

– 

Men like Nagel – the kind who couldn’t keep their dicks in their pants were easy and predictable. Flash them something soft with a slit between her legs, and they loose all sense of logic, like rabid dogs in heat. 

I hadn’t caught him yet because I hadn’t had the need to, until now. And now, this misson served 

two purposes – I’d get the son of a bitch off the map, and Eve would suffer while at it. 

Nagel was a walkover. My tactics were top–notch, and I always went prepared for any mission. So, 

instead of Karashi, Eve would be our bait. 

This was just the beginning of her misery. 

But tell me why I felt heat crawl up my spine the moment I saw Kyrie touch her in my office? 

Why did I feel that twitch in my temple the moment his hand wrapped around her wrist like she belonged to him? 

Why the fuck did he have to hold her like that? 

Better yet, why did he have to stop her from walking away? 

Was she that embarrassed to see me fucking a woman in my office? Did she think she was too pure to see me fucking a woman right there on the couch? Had she never been fucked in anyone’s presence before? Heck, I fucked her in front of Kyrie and vise versa. 

– 

And don’t get it twisted it wasn’t because Kyrie held her like he’d fall apart if she let go. Fuck, no. I 

didn’t give a shit about that. 

It was because he should’ve let her walk the fuck away. 

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“You’re pressed,” Valor, my wolf, muttered, 

“You’ve been talking too fucking much lately,” I replied flatly, dragging the cigarette to my lips. 

He’d been yapping nonstop about how he knew that what I felt for Eve was slightly beyond hate. 

And yeah, fine. He wasn’t entirely wrong. 

I did feel more than hate for her. 

I felt disgust. 

“Have you even thought about the fact that she spent some time alone with Kyrie before getting here?” Valor prodded, as if he were enjoying himself. “Longer than necessary?” 

Honestly, I thought about it but didn’t even care. 

“What’s your point?” I bit out, leaned back in my chair, and let the smoke from my cigarette curl up into the air. 

“What if… I don’t know… something happened between them?” he suggested with that mocking lilt, and I wished I could punch him in the throat this instant. 

“Stop it, Valor!” I snapped, irritated by the thought of it. 

Yes. The thought irritated me. Not because I was jealous. Fuck no. I wasn’t some lovesick idiot. But 

because I didn’t want to waste time thinking about what she did with that filthy body of hers. 

She was a whore. She sold herself once; she’d do it again. She didn’t even need to be paid this time – 

just give her a little attention, and she’d spread. 

All I wanted from her was my watch. Which she’d never fucking find. 

And then she’d pay for everything. With blood. With tears. With her fucking sanity. 

“See? Check.” Valor whispered and retreated to the back of my mind. 

Whatever the fuck he was checking was entirely his business, not mine. 

But, on a second thought, Eve agreed to live by my rules. Every damn one. 

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And nowhere in those rules did I say she could spend time with Kyrie.. 

She wasn’t allowed to fuck around, not even emotionally. Especially not with Kyrie. 

Because, spending too much time around Kyrie might make her loose herself and probably tell him that she was the lady he had been looking for, or she might even go as far as letting him fuck her Kyrie is that easy with women. It doesn’t take him to break a sweat to get any woman into his bed. And if that ever happened with Eve, he’ll certainly find out. 

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