Part 2
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📖 CHAPTER 8 – THE EDGE OF CONTROL (PART 2)
Because every instinct in him was shifting.
Because every inch of space between them felt like something he was about to break through.
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He stepped forward.
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Closing the distance completely.
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Her back met the rough bark of a tree.
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Nowhere left to go.
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Her breath came faster, chest rising against his with every inhale, her fingers tightening slightly against his arms as the tension between them built—thick, alive, impossible to ignore.
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“Because if you don’t stop looking at me like that…”
His voice dropped, strained now, each word pulled tight with control.
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“I won’t stop.”
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Her stomach flipped, heat tightening low, unfamiliar and overwhelming.
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“I don’t even know what I’m doing,” she admitted softly.
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A faint, dangerous curve touched his mouth.
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“I do.”
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Her pulse spiked.
“Then tell me.”
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His hand shifted slightly at her waist—slow, deliberate, just enough pressure to make her inhale sharply as awareness rippled through her again.
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“You’re responding to your mate.”
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The word hit her like impact.
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Mate.
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Her head shook faintly.
“No… I was told—”
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“That you wouldn’t have one?” he cut in.
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Her silence answered him.
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Something in his expression hardened.
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“They lied.”
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Her heart pounded harder, each beat echoing through her chest.
“This doesn’t make sense,” she whispered.
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Jay Kael leaned in.
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His breath brushed against her lips.
Warm.
Close.
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“It doesn’t have to.”
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Her eyes fluttered slightly.
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The space between them disappeared.
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Her body responded before thought could catch up—tilting slightly toward him, drawn by something she couldn’t name, couldn’t fight.
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And he froze.
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Because something shifted.
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Her scent changed.
Deepened.
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Not just desire.
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Something softer.
Unaware.
Untouched.
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His eyes sharpened instantly.
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He pulled back just enough to look at her—really look.
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And he saw it.
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She didn’t understand what she was stepping into.
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Didn’t understand what she was offering.
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A low growl built in his chest—tight with restraint.
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His hand came up, gripping her jaw—not rough, but firm enough to stop her from closing the distance again.
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“Not like this.”
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Her brows pulled together, confusion flickering across her face.
“Why?”
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His jaw tightened.
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“Because once I start…”
His voice dropped—lower now, darker, threaded with something barely contained.
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“I won’t stop.”
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Her breath caught.
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And for a moment—
She didn’t want him to.
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That realization hit harder than anything else.
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So she turned her head slightly.
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And he let her.
Barely.
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But he didn’t step away.
Didn’t loosen his hold.
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Because the connection between them hadn’t eased.
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It had only deepened.
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And neither of them knew yet—
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Just how far it would go.
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🔥 End Chapter 8
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