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Fumbling for the light switch, 1 illuminated the room to discover Caden perched stiffly on the couch. His usually pristine suit looked rumpled, and the glass tray before him overflowed with crushed cigarette ends.

How many hours had he been waiting in the dark?

“You could’ve turned on a lamp–you nearly gave me a heart attack,” I muttered, sinking into the opposite chair. My eyes darted to the overflowing ashtray before ventured cautiously, “What’s going on? Did something happen to the Eclipse Pack?”

Caden remained motionless, only his gaze sliding toward me. His mouth pressed into a hard line as he demanded agam, each word sharp as dagger, “Explain yourself. What have you been doing behind my

back?”

“Behind your back?” My forehead creased in genuine confusion. “You’re acting like I’ve been sneaking around.”

What bee had gotten into his bonnet this time?

-Caden smirked–cold, humorless–before pulling out his phone and tossing it onto the table. “See for

yourself.”

Puzzled, I examined the screen–and my blood turned to ice. Staring back at me was a photograph from today’s rehearsal with Jasper. That unscripted moment when he’d pressed his lips to mine.

taken from a distance, capturing us mid–scene with expressions that appeared… disturbingly tender.

dominated every major

Damn it.

had managed this?

of regret dawned, along with

on set. Naomi struggled with the scene, so I demonstrated. I never imagined

than any shout, his handsome features twisted with barely

Caden’s POV:

The urge to dismantle Jasper bone by bone. thrummed through my veins.

Touching what belonged

with pleading eyes. “Ask anyone who was there. Don’t

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when she gazed up like that–lips parted, voire hoyed–iny restraint shattered,

her hair and

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violence of the kiss, but I didn’t slow down. I consumed her, tasting, marking, until her resistance crumbled and she sagged against

wolf, roared approval as primal hunger

her beneath me on the couch. Fabric tore as I ripped her blouse open, sending buttons skittering across hardwol. My palms shoved her skirt up, revealing flimsy lace barely concealing her warmth.

fingers tangled in my air, her

swollen from

idea how she looked–like temptation incarnate. And that

share. Not your time, not your smile–not even a

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