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Jojo: I welcomed Valerie into my arms with more joy than I had felt in days. Seeing her here, happy about the news of our mother's waking, everything felt so surreal. Way too good to be true. I loved her more than anything, and I loved my mother too. Mel had a short discussion with the doctor before he stepped out of the room. I told Mel everything the doctor had said. She wanted us to tell Valerie, saying that the girl was old enough to understand some things, and we needed to let her in more. I could not agree more; we spoke to Valerie about our mother's situation. She was sad that our mother could not use a part of her body yet, and that she was not awake yet. But, we did assure her that the doctors were going to do their best to ensure that our mother gets better. She was very happy to hear that. I was angry with myself for doubting my sister's capabilities in the first place. She had proven to me, time and time again, how strong she could be. Yet, I was still overly protective

Jojo: I was indeed very lucky that I did not wait, or expect the alpha to return and speak to me because it did not happen. I could almost imagine myself, seated on that bed like a fool, even lying down with my bare back. He would have made me an absolute laughingstock. Instead, I stood up from the bed, wore my clothes, and returned to the club. I was excited to be back to work, not because I had suddenly begun to enjoy striping, but because I knew that working was equal to having more money, and I needed as much of those as I could get. However, I was told that I was not allowed to go up the stage that night.And it almost seemed like Bentley was reluctant to put me out in front of the audience every other night. On several occasions, when she "accidentally skipped my name" from the list of performers, I went to Ashley after reminding Bentley that I was still working in Rush Empire and needed money just as everyone else here, or even more. On such occasions, Ashley looked at me and

Forty days. He had been in this hell hole for exactly forty days. Hiding in the crevices, eating crumbs of dirt from the ground. Disguising as a beggar and asking for crumbs on the street. His golden blonde hair was turning a grumpy shade of brown and Harris could not remember when last a comb touched his beard. This was what it was really like in the land of the rogues. This was the reason people dreaded this place, this was why the outlands was every wolf's worst nightmare. It was a place where the strong ate the weak and picked their teeth with their bones. It was a place where you could choose to eat or be eaten, kill or be killed. There were no middlemen, you were either a victor or a victim. Harris could not still tell his standpoint, but the way he had survived these last days was still a surprise to him. After being locked up in the jail cell for two days, Harris had not seen his banishment coming. When the iron bars of his prison were pulled open, the joy in his heart was

Lake: My eyes glanced around my studio at his command. It was instant, the swift sweep of my orbs around the room I now knew as my safe haven. How he has gotten into this place, I neither knew nor understood. But it did feel good to have check up on me. Everything seemed to be driving me crazy these days, this room was the only room I could sit and think. What could be better than sitting in a dark room filled with your paintings while beating your best friend who liked to run his mouth, at mortal combat? I'll tell you, nothing. However, when I did as he asked, all my eyes caught were paintings of a beautiful and delicate woman. Porcelain skin, moss green eyes, and waves of hair that shared the color of the evening sun - burning red, faint freckles scattered all over her rosy cheeks. Jojo. Not one, not two, and not three. For some reason, I found myself smiling with warm cheeks as I stretched my hand to cover Kenji's eyes. "Do not look at those, some of them are nude." I spat o

Lake: I saw her fight to keep her tears at bay. She sniffed them in and wiped her eyes with the back of her palms. By the goddess, I wanted to scoop her up and take her with me, hold her in my arms, and make all her problems go away. That was a lot of fondness for a ten-year-old I had just met. "Thank you." She replied, before fixing her eyes on the floor again. I turned away from her and followed her directions. I walked to the end of the corridor and took a left turn, only to find Jojo seated on a bench at the end of the wall. She had her hands squeezed together. A lady beside her, one I could oddly recognize, squeezed her palm gently. Once again, my heart squeezed in my chest. Something warm and seemingly soft gripped my heart and massaged it, I found myself swallowing hard, before docking behind the wall, just to watch her from the shadows. I did not realize how much I missed her until now when she was sitting barely meters away from me. I wanted to move to her, take her in m