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DylanBoth Mateo and Issac are keeping fucking secrets from me, but Issac is the worst of all of us since he is keeping secrets from both Mateo and me. The bastard had the nerve to say that we don't know the most important thing about our warrior, but he knows. Then he didn't even share it and took our beating. Now he is stretching with some nobody with a busted lip and a bruise on his left cheek, which looks like some twisted tattoo, not once diminishing his damned beauty. Mason, my wolf, is calling it Karma. He said that first we took advantage of the boys' trust and spent time with Aurora alone in our shower, and now they are doing things behind my back. It's not the right thing to do, though. We decided that she is ours, all three of us, since none of us can give her up. There's a connection between us, which we feel. It's the kind that we can't deny. While we are fighting over her attention and time, she is busy stretching with the fucker Kane, who can't help but get on my

AuroraI feel like there is a lot more to Kane sometimes; he has so many things to hide. It makes me want to dig them up. My detective instincts get subdued when Rionna starts the first round of picking names.Familiar and unfamiliar names pass by as Maya squeezes my hand tighter with each passing second until Dylan's and my names are called. My eyes widen, and it becomes my turn to crush Maya's hand.Did she just call my and Dylan's names?" Whoa, Aura, you got picked,'' Iris exclaims''This isn't something to be happy about, Iris'' I deadpan, fighting uncountable thoughts pricking my brain.I stare straight at Dylan, who is standing far ahead of me, waiting for him to turn around and meet my eyes, but just like this morning's training session, he doesn't, even after Rionna has announced two more pairs.What is wrong with him!? Why isn't he looking at me!? They are not standing near me. They are not looking at me, and now they are not even reacting to things related to me! Anger surg

Stella"You are so cool, Stella. While everyone is busy making a fool of themselves at the Walk of Courage, we are here having fun in this town." Willow cries out, enjoying the free ride we are all getting in Weston's car thanks to me. I smirk. "I know." I flex and glance at Weston, who is driving. "It's thanks to Weston, by the way. If it wasn't for him and his friend's car, then we wouldn't have gotten this chance to enjoy the nightlife of this hilly town." I say, batting my eyelashes at Weston, who I bet must have gotten hard by now. His eyes widen with lust, and his face splits into one of the ugliest grins as he answers my gaze. "Aren't we all friends, beautiful Stella? Why are you thanking me? My friend is your friend." The bastard tries his hand at sweet-talking, and it honestly sucks. I flash him a smile instead of rolling my eyes. Standing him is better than standing there among a bunch of idiots and that annoying bitch, Aurora. Just who does she think she is? She is able

MateoI grab Dylan's collar after Burning Pearl walks away from us, burning more than usual. "What the hell did you do to her for her to get this annoyed by my question?" He smirks like a sick psycho, not moving an inch to get my hands off his collar. "Nothing. I just asked her what she was hiding from us." He answers smugly, staring at Issac. I whip my neck towards Issac who is watching Dylan calmly. "You must have told her that I teased you guys about her secret." He says to Dylan, maintaining his calm composure. Dylan nods, the shit-eating grin still refusing to leave his damn face. "And now she is angry with me because of that." Issac continues, sounding displeased this time. But this isn't about him and Dylan. I still don't know what the secret is here!"This is not about you, Issac, so step aside," I speak up, glaring at him. "Dylan is my prey tonight," I growl, but the sick fucker just laughs. "What did you guys talk about? TELL ME!" I snarl, dragging him to the side. "

StellaThe young biker's name is Sean. No wonder he is so good-looking. I bite my lower lip, staring at him suggestively as I rest my hands on Weston's shoulder after he sits down to arm-wrestle. Sean grins at me, appreciating my advances. I can't wait to shove my tongue down his throat and have those tattooed arms of his wrap around my bust and throat. I can't wait to have it rough with him. Ugh, the desire is so real. I press my thighs together and sit on the armrest of Weston's chair, leaning close to his ear. "You have to win this one absolutely, okay, Wes baby?" I murmur seductively. He clenches his fists tightly, showcasing his thick veins. "Yes, pretty Stella." He clenches his jaw, his voice coming out thick with his intense yearning for me. "I will win this game for you, I promise." He says confidently, making me happy. "That's like my good boy." I drag my fingers down his arm and overlap his clenched fist with mine, giving him my support. "I will be watching." I smile an