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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 swallowed hard, her chest rising and falling in sharp, shallow breaths. Dante stood before her, his gaze heavy with something she couldn't name—but she could feel it. Like a storm waiting to consume her.

But instead, she stayed frozen, locked in place by something far stronger than fear.

"You think resisting me will change anything?" Dante murmured, his voice low, dark. "You're already mine, Kavy. You can fight it all you want, but this—" his fingers brushed over the pulse point at her throat, making her shudder "—this doesn't lie."

Kavy hated the way her body responded to him.

Hated the way his touch sent heat spiraling through her veins.

"I won't give in to you," she rasped, but the words felt empty.

Dante's lips twitched. "You already have."

She clenched her jaw, trying to summon the rage she'd clung to for so long. But it was slipping. Drowning beneath something darker, something hungrier.

Dante leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek. "You feel it, don't you?" he whispered. "The craving. The need."

It was inside her now, clawing at her, demanding more. The hunger. The ache. The unbearable pull toward him.

Dante. The man who had ruined her, broken her, and now—

He didn't push further. Didn't force her. He just… waited. As if he already knew how this would end.

Because deep down, she knew it too.

Chapter 33: A Hunger That Won’t Fade