I set my bags together and zipped them up. It’s been three days since the result of the first half of training came out and it’s time to leave for Beverly Hill, the big city where our final half of the Go Project training will begin.I received emails three days ago, congratulating me on making it to the top five candidates for the project and I remember running around the house overwhelmed with joy. Ken called about an hour later to tell me he also passed onto the final half and hearing that brought tears to my eyes. Then I called Caroline and she told me she also made it through. That day somehow became my happiest day along with the day I got accepted into the UA. I began preparations to leave, excited for the journey about to unfold. Mama felt proud after I broke the news to her and she told me the sky would be a stepping stone for me. So far, she has helped me put some stuff together, and she got me provisions and a few food items. I

I feel a pair of powerful arms of Alpha Dane wrap around me and my body stills for a second before relaxing into his hold. Slowly his hand takes the soap out of my hand and lather it over my skin his hand causing heat to form between my legs at his touch, he washes me from behind, his hands swinging forward to rub over both breast and their nipples harden at his touch. A long moan leaves my mouth as he softly fondles my breast, his large hands doing such fine jobs on them. I thrust my hips back against him, unable to stop the heat settling between my legs and he takes the cue and grabs hold of my hips, his long fingernails digging into the flesh of my butt. The impact causes both pain and pleasure, and my head falls back to rest against his chest.  “You’re mine!” he growls into my ears, and I moan in response.  His touch not only claims but also told me who I belonged to, and that was him, no one else.  “I’m yours!” His fingers

He thrust his fist forward but Quinton, who grabs and twists his hand to the back, suspends it. The man winces and tries to shake Quinton off, but he couldn’t. Three other men step forward from the crowd standing by and they surge toward Quinton. Before we know it, Caroline and I throw ourselves into the fight, with fist flying and jaw cracking. We get subdued and eventually pinned to the floor. And while the rest will experience rapid healing in no time, I won’t and my body ached from having received a few blows and now being pinned to the floor. The men drag Ken forward. His face sustained a few bruises and bust lips and the creepy man now had a victorious look over his smug face even as his eyes glowed blue.“This will show you to never cross, Fernando!” he growls. His fingers transform into a sharp claw and he lifts it to rip through Ken, but someone grabs hold of his hand and hurled him across the hall. His body slams aga

“How do I look?” I ask Caroline, rising from before the dressing mirror and turning to have her inspect me. I have on a grey short-sleeved shirt and black trousers and two black shoulder straps. Caroline came in to keep me company about five minutes ago since she was already set and just waiting for the time of our departure.“You look great,” she gushes, covering her mouth up with her hands. “Now I’m rethinking the outfit I received.” She wearily reveals. “Don’t do that, your gown looks amazing on you,” I reveal in honesty, eyeing her red lacy gown that hugs all her curves in the right places. She looks exquisite in her gown and the black three inches heel she has on and I don’t understand where her scepticism is coming from.She pouts, blinking a few times, and I know she’s having a hard time believing it.“Well, I don’t know what the mirror you stared

“Ms Tarr?” I hear a faint unfamiliar voice and slowly, my lashes pull apart to find the doctor at the entrance of the waiting room. I slowly sit up on the long chair I laid on, only to have a black three-piece suit fall onto my lap. This belongs to Dane and the last time I saw him, he had it on. My eyes scan the waiting room, but there’s no trace of Dane left but for his jacket around me for warmth. How nice it is of him to even think about my comfort while I sleep.  His jacket feels so cosy and rich with the smell of him and I’m considering the thought of keeping it.  I don’t remember falling asleep, and I don’t know what other embarrassing stunt I pulled last night. I silently thank the moon goddess that Dane isn’t around to see me in all my morning disasters. “That’s me, I’m Ms Tarr.” I pull myself onto my feet and approach the doctor who leads me out of the waiting doom and into his office.  After ten minutes in his office,