On our final day at the camp, Killian walked over holding a beautifully wrapped velvet box.The silk ribbon was tied by hand. He wore a look of confident victory."I swear to you this time, baby, you're going to love this."I didn't even let him pull the ribbon. I stared dead into his eyes. "It's that limited edition designer bag, isn't it?"His eyes lit up like a praised pup. "How did you know?""Because I saw it plastered all over Serena's social media," I said flatly. "You probably ordered your Beta to buy everything on the pack's Luna wishlist. Too bad Serena was the one managing that list. It's just a catalog of her personal fantasies. She loves flashy, useless garbage.""Like that ugly ring covered in a halo of diamonds.""Like those ridiculously expensive gold-plated stethoscopes.""And especially those rare, asthma-inducing flowers."With every item I listed, the arrogant color drained from Killian's face. He turned pale.He probably never realized the truth. Every single 'roma
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