"His Past Has Teeth".
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CHAPTER 9 – His Past Has Teeth
Zephyr’s POV
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She was asleep in my arms, her breath soft against my skin, and for a second, the world was silent.
No threats.
No enemies.
Just Amara.
But peace was a lie. And tonight proved it.
My phone buzzed once—encrypted line. No name.
Zayne.
“She deserves to know what you did in Berlin. Before I tell her myself.”
I stared at the message until the words burned into my brain. Zayne wasn’t bluffing. He never did. And if Amara ever found out the truth—from him—it wouldn’t just destroy her trust.
It would destroy us.
She stirred beside me. I tucked her hair behind her ear, let my lips graze her shoulder.
I needed to get ahead of this.
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Amara’s POV
I woke to the feeling of fingertips tracing my spine, slow and reverent.
“You’re awake,” Zephyr said, voice thick with something I couldn’t place.
“Mmm,” I hummed, stretching lazily. “I didn’t dream. But this feels like one.”
He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
“You left me in the dark last night,” I said, propping myself up on my elbows. “You told me about your brother, but not why he hates you.”
Zephyr stared at the ceiling for a moment. Then he sat up, naked in the soft glow of the room, a king stripped of his armor.
“There’s something I need to tell you. About Berlin.”
“Berlin?” I asked, heart skipping.
“It was years ago. A deal went sideways. My father trusted me with it. But Zayne… Zayne made me look like a traitor.”
I sat up too, covering myself only slightly with the rumpled sheets. “What kind of deal?”
“High-profile investor. Government ties. If it had gone through, our company would’ve had international immunity—power like no other corporation in the world. But Zayne sabotaged it. And let me take the fall.”
I watched the shadows shift across his face. “And what happened?”
He looked at me—eyes sharp, haunted. “Someone died. And it was blamed on me. The man’s daughter… she tried to blackmail me, said I manipulated her father into suicide. But it wasn’t me. It was Zayne.”
I blinked. “Oh my god.”
Zephyr reached for me, his fingers brushing mine. “I’ve kept it buried. But Zayne’s here to dig it up. And now he’s using you as leverage.”
I swallowed hard, trying to steady the swirl of emotion inside me. “You should’ve told me.”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“You can’t protect me by keeping me in the dark,” I said. Then, softer: “I’m already in this, Zephyr. Deep.”
He leaned in, his forehead touching mine. “And that’s what terrifies me.”
His lips met mine—slow, deep, hungry. Like he was trying to memorize the way I tasted before the world tore us apart.
This kiss wasn’t just lust. It was claiming.
I pulled him down with me, wrapping my legs around his waist, heat sparking everywhere we touched. His hands slid over my hips, down my thighs, guiding me, worshiping me.
“I need you,” he rasped against my neck.
“You have me,” I whispered, arching into him.
He moved inside me with a kind of desperation that sent shockwaves through my body. Every stroke, every kiss, every groan—it was all fire and ache and love disguised as madness.
“I don’t deserve you,” he said, breath ragged.
“Then ruin me,” I whispered, fingers digging into his back. “Just don’t let me go.”
We shattered together, and for a second, the world was nothing but us. Bodies tangled. Secrets exposed. Hearts unraveling.
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Later that night…
I sat on the bed, staring at my phone.
New Message.
Unknown Number.
“If you want to know who Zephyr really is, meet me tomorrow at 9 p.m. Come alone.”
Location attached.
Berlin.
She looked at him one last time before slipping out of the penthouse… unaware that Zayne was already watching from the shadows.
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