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As the night sky slowly fades to dawn, we lay in each other's arms, content and at peace. Our bodies are still connected, and as we listen to the birds chirping and the leaves rustling in the gentle breeze, we know that we've just experienced something truly special.

For the first time in a long while, I feel like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be. With Jacob by my side, I know that anything is possible. We'll face whatever comes our way, hand in hand, and conquer it together.

And as the sun rises, illuminating our faces with its warm, golden light, I know that this is just the beginning of our journey.

Chapter Thirty-Two

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My eyes burn with rage and primal desire as I watch her writhing body beneath her boyfriend's thrusts. She's supposed to be mine, but I can only stand and watch as he makes her moan with pleasure. The sight of Anya, naked and vulnerable, stirs a longing in me that I thought had died long ago. I crouch behind a tree, my fingers hastily undoing my pants as I whip out my aching cock. My mind screams at me to stop, to leave them be, but I can't resist the temptation any longer. As she reaches the peak of ecstasy, I explode with a primal grunt, my seed mingling with the dirt beneath me. But even as I put my spent cock away, my mind is consumed with thoughts of claiming what is rightfully mine.

From the shadows, I watch them—Anya and her boyfriend, Jacob she calls him—lying together under the stars, their closeness igniting a fire of envy and rage within me. Anya's laughter drifts on the breeze, a melody that should have been mine to elicit. Jacob, with his arm wrapped around her, offers her a sense of security and comfort that I've longed to provide. They seem oblivious to my presence, lost in their own world of whispered secrets and shared dreams. But they cannot escape the truth: Anya belongs to me!

As I stand there, hidden from their view, I feel the weight of betrayal settle like a stone in my chest. How dare Jacob lay claim to her affections, to offer her the love and security that should rightfully be mine? She should be with me, she belongs with me, where I could hold her and be the one she turns to. But instead, she lies in his arms, her laughter mingling with his, her smile reserved for him alone.

With every passing moment, my grip tightens, my knuckles turning white with fury. I can't bear to see her with him. The jealousy burns hot within me, consuming all reason and rational thought. I know what I must do. I must reclaim what is rightfully mine, no matter the cost.

As I watch them, my resolve strengthens, fueled by a dark determination to win her back. She may be with him now, but she will soon realize that she belongs to me.

I will see you soon Anya!