6: offfff
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Nia’s heels clicked against the glossy floor as she strode toward the exit, her jaw clenched and her pulse hammering. She had to leave before something worse happened.
She reached for the door handle, but a shadow loomed behind her.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
The deep, gravelly voice froze her in place. Turning slowly, she found Jacob, his massive frame blocking the door like a fortress. His arms were crossed over his chest, his expression as unreadable as stone.
“Excuse me?” she said, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“You stay until Mrs. Connon returns,” he said simply.
Nia blinked, waiting for him to crack a smile, to reveal it was some terrible joke. But he didn’t move an inch. The realization hit her like ice water.
“Are you serious?” she asked, her voice climbing an octave.
Jacob didn’t respond, his unyielding gaze locked on hers.
Her pulse quickened as panic began to build. She yanked her phone from her purse, her fingers trembling as she hit her father’s number. Before the call could connect, Jacob’s hand shot out and snatched the phone from her grip.
“You don’t get to leave unless I say so,” Jacob growled, his eyes narrowing.
Anger flared in Nia’s chest, burning away her fear. “Give me my phone!” she snapped, reaching for it.
Jacob stepped back, holding it just out of reach, his expression unchanging. Her frustration boiled over, and she was about to scream when a familiar voice, low and smooth, cut through the tension.
“Now, now, Tesoro. Let’s not make a scene.”
She spun around to find Kael standing in the doorway, his presence commanding and dangerous. His dark eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
“You,” she hissed, her anger finding a new target. She stomped toward him, her fists clenched. “You’re behind this, aren’t you?”
Without thinking, she charged at him, frustration and anger boiling over.
Kael didn’t flinch as she punched him, her small fists colliding uselessly against his chest. In a swift motion, he caught her wrists, his grip firm yet oddly gentle.
“Are you done?” he asked, his voice low and steady, though his wolf growled possessively inside him.
“Let me go!” she spat, yanking her hands back.
His lips curled into a dangerous smirk, but his eyes darkened with something far deeper—a flicker of pain, of longing. His wolf was restless, growling in agitation. The sight of her trying so hard to run away from him made his chest tighten painfully.
“You signed a contract with me, Nia Davison,” he said quietly, his tone carrying a dangerous edge. “Or should I call you by your real name? Funon.”
Her breath hitched, her heart skipped a beat as confusion flickered across her face momentarily before anger returned. “Well, you lied to me as well!” she shot back. “Tell your oversized security guard to let me go!”
Kael’s lips twitched, but it wasn’t quite a smile. “I’m afraid you’re not going anywhere, Tesoro.” His voice dropped, each word dripping with authority. “You’re mine now.”
“What?” she whispered, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You heard him, princess.” Davon’s voice came from behind her, smooth and infuriatingly smug. He stepped into the room, his hands tucked casually in his pockets and a devilish grin playing on his lips. His gaze raked over her, his smirk deepening when he stopped at her face.
Before she could react, Davon closed the distance between them, his fingers brushing against her arm as he pushed her toward the table.
“Sit,” he said, pulling out a chair.
Nia glared at him, her defiance burning bright, but Davon simply chuckled and guided her into the seat. He crouched in front of her, his hands resting casually on her knees, his piercing gaze locking her in place.
Kael’s expression darkened instantly, his wolf’s growl rumbling so low it seemed to shake the walls.
“Take your hands off her,” Kael said, his voice a deadly calm.
Davon glanced back at him, one eyebrow quirking in amusement. “Relax, brother. Just keeping her from bolting.” He turned back to Nia. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, his tone light but edged with finality.
She shot him a glare before turning back to Kael, her voice trembling with frustration. “What is this? Is this some sort of sick game you both are playing?”
Kael didn’t answer. His wolf stirred within him, growling in irritation as her green eyes—wide with confusion and anger—bore into his. She wanted to escape him so badly, to reject the very bond his soul craved.
“Go ahead,” Davon said, glancing up at his brother and gazing directly into his eyes. “Reject her. It’s the only way to end this.”
Kael’s throat tightened. His wolf howled in protest, the thought of severing their bond was like a blade slicing through his beating and very needed heart. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Kael stepped closer, his jaw clenched as he stared at Nia. Her lips parted, her breath shallow, as though sensing the turmoil raging within him.
Instead of rejecting her, Kael grabbed a knife from the table, sliced his palm, and let the blood drip onto the floor.
“What the hell are you doing?” Davon snapped, rising to his feet with widened eyes.
Kael ignored him, his gaze locked on Nia. “I can’t reject you, Tesoro,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Not now. Not ever.”
Nia stared at him, her breath catching. “What the hell is…”
Before either could say another word, a sharp voice rang out like a whip.
“Jacob!” Alia Connon stormed into the room, her eyes blazing as she shouted. She pointed at Nia, her fury palpable. “Get her out of here. Now. Throw her into her car if you have to. These two fools have lost their minds.”
Jacob didn’t hesitate. He immediately grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the door as she kicked against his legs.
“Kael! Kael! Do something,” Nia screamed, her voice echoing through the grand hall.
But neither brother moved. They stood frozen, their faces carved with unreadable expressions as Jacob dragged her away.
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