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Kavy Carter never believed in monsters—until the night one bit her.

One moment, she was walking home alone, thinking about her long shift at the diner. The next, she was on the ground, blood dripping from a bite that shouldn’t be possible. The attacker was too fast, too strong, too inhuman—and then he was gone, leaving her with a wound that burned hotter than fire.

Now, everything is changing.

Her senses are sharper. Her body feels different. And the dreams won’t stop haunting her.

Somewhere in the shadows, Dante Moretti watches, cursing himself for the mistake that could ruin them both.

He never meant to bite her.
He never meant to claim her.

But now, Kavy is bound to him in ways she doesn’t yet understand—and her transformation is only beginning.

She was supposed to be human.
She was never meant to be part of his world.

But the bite sealed her fate.

And now, something far more dangerous than Dante is hunting her.

Kavy doesn’t know what she’s becoming—or why the darkness seems drawn to her. But she won’t go down without a fight. And when the truth comes out, she and Dante will face a choice that could destroy them both.

Because the real danger isn’t the bond between them.
It’s what happens if she fully embraces it.

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Kavy shook against the tiled wall.

Every muscle in her body tensed like she was about to bolt.

She thought she still had a choice.

That if she resisted hard enough, he'd let her go.

Dante took another step forward, closing the space between them.

The scent of her fear was intoxicating.

He could hear her heart pounding, a frantic rhythm just for him.

Kavy pressed herself harder against the wall, like she could somehow disappear.

A slow, cruel smirk spread across his face.

That his presence alone was enough to break her.

That he owned every reaction—every trembling breath, every racing heartbeat.

His heat wrapped around her, sinking into her skin.

Her scent—**that maddening mix of fear and something else she wouldn't dare name—**coiled around him, making his blood burn.

Dante raised a hand, dragging his fingers slowly up the wall beside her head.

But close enough that her breath shuddered out of her lips.

And yet, even now—she still fought.

The way her fingers twitched like she wanted to shove him away.

The way she refused to look directly at him—as if avoiding his gaze could stop him from seeing the truth.

Dante leaned in, close enough for his lips to brush against her ear.

Then whispered, low, dark, and final—

Chapter 16: Dante’s reaction