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ZARA. “Go Zara! Go, Zara! Go, Zara!” The girls all shrieked and egged me on in unison as a dark-haired stripper kept grinding on me. My eyes were focusing on anything clearly because I’d taken one too many tequila shots, and the dimly lit bar we were in seemed to blur around me. I could feel the oontz oontz vibrations of the music pulsating around me, but that was it. The stripper’s proximity sent wave after wave of uneven shivers through the entirety of my body, his touch igniting a wild fire within me. My partially non focused eyes caught a balloon hanging from one of the chairs that was pink and shimmery and had the words ‘bride to be’ on it. I looked down at the sash across my red dress and noticed that it had ridden up to reveal a hint of stocking. There and then, surrounded by the loud music and the intoxicating scent of alcohol, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with a tinge of nervousness. The bachelorette party was in full swing, the energy was infe

CHASE. You know what they say about chaos knocking on your door and you falling for it? That was exactly what I did. Falling into the arms of a lycan I had never seen before until yesterday. And now, she has vanished! I’d nearly forgotten that Asher, my nephew’s wedding was today. All because my brain had been messed with by the woman from last night. Just what was I thinking? I hissed as I hurriedly got dressed so I could rush to the venue. ‘So, Whose fault was it?’ I broke the silence between Drew and I. ‘I mean, you kind of went berserk the moment we saw her, and I think you pushed me into taking her. And now she’s gone.’ ‘We will find her,’ came Drew’s short reply. ‘Nothing to worry about. We need to find her. I need her again.’ ‘Well, too bad she left no contact details. Or did she leave one with you?’ I snickered, as I buttoned up my crisp white shirt. ‘We will find her,’ he said again, sounding more determined. ‘I will find her.’ I said nothing to that as I finished dr

ZARA. “Father, I want to marry Lina,” Asher said, squeezing Lina’s shoulder. Of course he’d say that. Of course he’d want to marry her. After what he had just finished saying to me? Why was I surprised he made his wish clear? Yet, I couldn't do anything as the tears spilled from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I couldn't do anything at the slice of pain that shot through me. Couldn't do shit other than to watch my life get ruined. Okay, so obviously, Asher had every right not to marry me, because what I did was very vile, although I had no idea why I’d done that, but I completely understand him. Even if I shouldn't. Even if I now know he and Lina have been doing it. But deciding to get married to Lina on a whim was what I didn’t understand. Okay, not a whim. They have been together for a while now according to him, which totally makes sense. All the more reason to make me believe that this was planned. I had been set up. What I don't know is if both Lina and Asher planned this,

Chase and I stepped forward, ready to exchange tokens of our commitment. I swallowed. “I don’t have a token for you. I’m sorry.”He chuckled, which made my stomach do numerous backflips. “Well, I didn’t expect you to have one. All of this has caught you by surprise.”“Oh, I might have something,” I started with a smile, an idea coming to mind. I reached for the pendant that sat on my neck, and one I’d worn since childhood. It was a precious keepsake that carried a lot of memories of love and laughter. I’d wanted to give it to Asher before the wedding, but I could see why I thought against it. “This may not be the grandest of tokens or a wedding band,” I began, my voice trembling with emotion. “But it carries the weight of a lot of love and memories in my life. The love of my mother. I’d like you to have it.” I pulled the pendant from my neck and pressed it into his palm. “Are you sure?”I nodded. “Yes, I am.”“Well, I don’t have a token here, so I guess we’ll just improvise.”He

ZARA.“Father, I want to marry Lina,” Asher said, squeezing Lina’s shoulder fondly. As I blinked away the remnants of the dream, or rather, the memory. I couldn't shake the queasy feeling that lingered in the pit of my stomach. But it wasn’t just a dream; it had happened, and I remembered it vividly. The events of that fateful night replayed in my mind like a haunting melody: the bachelorette party filled with laughter and tequila shots, the damning photographs that sealed my fate, the branding of my wrist with the mark of shame, and finally, the hasty marriage to Chase. All of it a whirlwind of confusion and chaos. And now, being here in his private jet, wrapped in his arms? I couldn’t deny that it was the best feeling ever, and it was the safest I’d felt in the past twenty-four hours. His embrace was warm and comforting. I’d probably fallen asleep in his arms, and for some reason, I didn’t want to leave. It felt like I belonged there. So I didn't move, even though I was already a