Lorenzo
Soulmate
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He had everything — billions in his accounts, a face worthy of magazine covers, and a strength that made even his so-called friends fear him. But beneath the golden shell lay a curse. His heart beat with wolf's blood, and on his shoulders rested a shadow of doom: if he didn’t find his soulmate,the one with a crescent mark on her lower back,before he turned thirty, he would die.
His parents, desperate not to lose their heir, had invited hundreds of women to their ancestral estate, as if choosing cattle. And he… he just watched. Studied their skin, their shoulders, their spines. None of them — not one had the mark.
His thirtieth birthday was only weeks away.
And then, when he was exhausted, angry, and speeding down a dark road, fate slapped him in the face. Literally. He didn’t brake in time. Her pale silhouette ran out of the shadows. Tires screamed. The car swerved. Everything went black.When he came to, the first thing he felt was a hand on his arm. Warm. Gentle. And — most terrifying of all — the pain that had haunted him for years was gone.He opened his eyes. A girl with big brown eyes leaned over him. Simple clothes. Rural accent. Human. Too human to be her.
And then, when he was exhausted, angry, and speeding down a dark road, fate slapped him in the face. Literally. He didn’t brake in time. Her pale silhouette ran out of the shadows. Tires screamed. The car swerved. Everything went black.When he came to, the first thing he felt was a hand on his arm. Warm. Gentle. And — most terrifying of all — the pain that had haunted him for years was gone.He opened his eyes. A girl with big brown eyes leaned over him. Simple clothes. Rural accent. Human. Too human to be her.
You're in the hospital. You almost died,she said.
But you're okay now.No, he thought. Not okay. She couldn't be the one. But her touch... it took the pain away. The curse backed off.
Take off your shirt,he said quietly.
And turn around.She frowned.
Are you out of your mind?
I’m ordering you.
Who the hell do you think you are?!He grabbed her, turned her, and in one rough motion, pulled up her shirt. Then froze. On her lower back, just above the curve of her waist, was a pale crescent mark.She shoved him back and slapped him hard across the face.
You're sick! That was my first kiss, you pervert!she hissed after he, instead of apologizing, pulled her roughly into a kiss.But she bit him — hard. He drew back, stunned. He’ll find her anyway. And make her his.