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I owe you a big oops and an even bigger sorry! You may have noticed a little mix-up. Chapter 55 was accidentally repeated. Thatās totally on me, but donāt worry! Iāll be reaching out to my editor ASAP and it should be fixed by tomorrow. The second Chapter 55 will be renamed to Chapter 56, and if youāve already unlocked it, youāll still have access even after the update. š
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Itās not unusual for a witch and a werewolf to have crossed paths.The longstanding distrust of witches makes it suspicious that someone of Kaiās status would ever want to meet with one though.In my past life, i had never met a witch. And i was the Luna of the Silvermoon pack, the largest pack this side of the state.Itās not that large now and some small amount of satisfaction fills me at knowing that for now, Kai is the one who currently holds the upper hand on Asher.I donāt want us to ever meet with each other, but i also want to be content that wherever Asher is heās suffering.The image of him happily laughing with Evelyn flashes past my eyes and the feeling of satisfaction at his pain vanishes. A bitter taste fills my throat, because Asher can never be unhappy, as long as he has her he doesn't care what happens to the rest of the world. He sure as hell didnāt care what happened to me, and thatās why iām here.Thatās why i went to look for Selene. Because itās strange that iām
I stare in shock at the shower of glass that comes raining down.What⦠what the fuck was that?What could⦠How could i have done that?My eyes latch onto Kai and the moment i see the look in his eyes, i know.That heat and heady sensationā¦.I havenāt felt that sensation for weeks now, and thereās only one way, only one reasonable way starting to feel them again should be possibleAnger flows rapidly through me.How dare he!āLina!āKai calls out my name but iām not listening. Iām not listening to anything right now. I make my way out of the gym and head in the direction of my room, breathing shakily with every step i take, because how dare he?Kai follows.Although heās at a distance i hear him follow me, i can hear his hulking form padding silently after me and the feeling of his eyes fixed on me like a laser beam. I storm off in the direction of my room faster but Kai follows easily, and just when iām about to go in, he stops at the door, a blank stares in his eyes.I almost smile f
āIt wasnāt pride.āI can hear some hardness enter my tone, because how can he call that pride? I just didnāt want to get hurt.āYou didnāt trust me to separate my personal relationships from professional ones...āI shake my head immediately, āThatās not it.āChristianās gaze is still cool and placid, and he ignores me as he starts to eat instead.My appetite is no longer there and for the next few minutes, I just sit on the chair and try to distract myself with the sounds of the people speaking softly around us.An odd thought enters into my head. What if the people here were all planted by Christian to just give me the feeling of a normal dinner at a restaurant.What are the odds that someone on Christianās level of wealth and popularity would be able to casually stroll into a restaurant and eat? Especially when heās here with a woman, like me?This is basically an invitation to have both our faces splashed on tabloids before dawn breaks tomorrow, but when I look back to Christian, h
Iām standing outside the glass building of the PR company, with my phone clutched tight in my hand, the last of my courage dangerously close to crumbling because I donāt know where the hell I summoned it from in the first place.I texted him.I texted Christian five minutes ago. Just a simple message, āCan we talk? Please.āI donāt know why I added the please, because that makes it seem like Iāve done something wrong here, butā¦. I havenāt. Have I?I know Christian saw the message though. A few moments after I sent it, a small read tick appeared beneath the message and my stomach clenched, like I had just eaten something bad and it wanted to punish me.Maybe Christianās not going to reply.Maybe texting him was a mistake and I should have just gone home instead.My head turns to the sound of glass doors gliding open and as my eyes travel up from shiny classic brown leather shoes, they go over a body I know is his and stop at his eyes, eyes that are colder than I have ever seen them.Ch
One week later.The elevator dings softly as I step into the lobby of Lucent & Rowe, one of the most popular PR firms in the city.Their office smells like lemon and lime, and under the bright overhead lights, everyone walks so fast! Like theyāve got headlines waiting in their pockets or something.I have no idea how I made it to the interview round, but here I am.Estelās theory was also right.Someone is behind me not being able to get a job. I donāt know who that person is, or what I can do about it.I applied to seventeen more companies in the past week, and each one sent me a rejection letter in return.It⦠itās enough to make anybody give up. But I canāt.I wonāt be able to afford living if I give up. So I decided to change my tactics. I started to apply to firms that specialized in areas outside my field of study.Iāve never done anything related to public relations in my life, but here I am.āLyra Bennett?ā a woman with sharp eyes and glossy braids calls from the corner.I rise
Estel doesn't sound too happy as she quips, āWell, thatās one thing that has gone wellā¦.āMy eyes roam around the small apartment and I canāt tell if it makes me want to feel lucky or unlucky.It makes me want to cry again⦠but maybe theyāre tears of joy not sadness.āYou canāt live in here, Lyra. Iāll call my dad, Iāll move back homeā¦.āI give Estel a look that communicates one message. She huffs and crosses her hands over her chest as she looks away.I know she really wants to help me, but weāre both in complicated situations. I canāt let her complicate her situation even more all because I need some comfort.I try to diffuse the displeased look on her face, āAt least this place isnāt like the other one that had a leaking roof?āEstelās eyes immediately flick upward to the ceiling, and I see a frown smooth out as she looks at it. This one has well-functioning lights even, the last one was a far cry from that.āYour neighbors look like they could slit your throat with a knife and lea