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Then, with one last painful look at him, I picked up my bag from the floor. And I did it. I ran. The end ________ Vote and comment guys. Book 1☑️ Stay tuned for Book 2. Love ya❤️ Much love Dera

I feel my existence means nothing in my Pack. My brother trying to remain optimistic that things will change back to normal. The pack treats us lower than the omegas of the pack since our parents died in the war. Oh how I miss them. The day will come I will run. I will run as fast as my legs can take me. I am just waiting to turn sixteen. Then I will receive my wolf. My brother is supposedly be Alpha but the Beta took over the Pack stating my brother being Eighteen and just received his wolf is too young to run it.

It seems to be morning, and her head felt like tearing apart. She moved the hand which is unusually strong and sturdy away. She sat up on the bed, stretching and yawning. She stopped to look around the room. This is not the room she slept in yesterday. Is this Kayla's room? The design is not Kayla and it looks too polite, how is this the room that she just moved in?

He suddenly handed me my phone back which I almost forgot to get from him. "Here. You've been receiving messages from this guy named Mill by the way. I didn't open it though. The pop up just appeared." He said. I grabbed my phone and quickly placed it inside my pocket. "Uh, my books?" I asked him. "Don't worry, I'll carry it for you." I blushed. "It's fine. I can bring them." I insisted. "No, it's okay. I'll bring them." He smiles kindly.

“F*CK--------” I run……I run so fast without turning back. I don’t care if he`s chasing behind me. I just needed to be out of here as soon as possible. Surprisingly he wasn’t coming behind! He was just standing there with his hands resting inside his pockets. He`s gaze held promise. PROMISE OF MADNESS. THE PROMISE TO DESTROY US ALL. F*ck the dates. I’m never coming in front of him ever again! … “DAD……………. DAD……………. DAD?”

That is one of all of our gifts and I’ve never been more thankful that my siblings have it too. “Yes Queen” they say before taking off running to go get changed. I run inside and grab my leather jacket before I stepped out on the porch to wait for the twins.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on it. Taking a look of my surroundings, I count the number of cages I can see on my left, realizing I am the first in the long line that slowly fades after counting to fifty. Most she-wolves continue to growl and snarl at the males that eye them like a prize to be won, a pet to tame and claim as their own and I role my eyes. The ones that lay their calmly or sit, watching the forest are the ones I know will survive.

I say looking at the men. Middle man approaches me more and asks “What bear?” “Obviously the huge guy I dragged!” Middle man bursts out laughing, others snicker and a few looked worried. “I will be sure to inform him of his new title as the bear.” Middle guy said and I am relieved to hear he is alive. “Is he okay?” I ask and he nods, “the alp…. He is a very strong man.” Middle man said and I see some of the other men visibly puff out their chests.

**************************** By the time I reached Rolda's cottage, the sky had darkened completely. The smell of food greeted me the moment I stepped inside. Rolda appeared from the small kitchen carrying a wooden spoon. "There you are." She stopped and her eyes narrowed at me. "What happened?" She asked. I dropped the folder onto the table. "A rich man happened," I said calmly, yawning as fatigue surged through me. Rolda groaned. "Which one?" Despite myself, I laughed. "Roman." That got her attention. She walked over and opened the folder.

An athletic and strong arm clasped Lyra, helping her to stand upright. “W-who?" Lyra asked, trying to take a look at the man helping her. “Harrison," The man said. Lyra knew it wasn't Harrison, she could recognize Harrison's touch and voice. But the man's voice sounded familiar. The world around her shifted in an unstable way and everything blurred. She could not see the man properly. All she could see was a pair of cufflinks gleaming in the light- a stylized letter E before she blacked out in his arms.

“Stay here until I tell you to run. And then you run. Fast. Do you understand? He feels her nod. Slowly, he steps out of the elevator. And the Hybrid steps closer too. The growl in his chest became louder. The Hybrid started to walk. Slowly– taunting him. Remus walked too, determined to put enough distance from him and Eden. Then the Hybrid ran. Remus stopped and shouted his command, “Run!” Eden took off to the other wing of the building. She knew something was wrong. Remus felt different. The hooded figure terrified her to the bones and so did Remus. So when he shouted for her to run, she did. But he didn’t tell her not to look back– which she also did.

Arriving at a luxurious, luxurious room, the man raised his hand to knock hard for three hours. The door was slowly pushed out. The glare of reflection, immediately made Almira startled. She clenched her hands and slowly entered. Room. The door closed sharply, locking the Almira pillar inside. "Bop ... Bop ... Bop ..." A round of applause rang out. Almira gritted his teeth and bravely asked: "Nolan Patrick?" Silent space. About three minutes later, a shadow from a hidden corner came. His body is tall and muscular, and the power that overwhelms the opponent radiates an extremely disgusting cold air. Almira pulled backward, trembling all over.

I moved. I vaulted over the railing. It was reckless. Stupid. Exactly what they wouldn't expect. I landed on the mezzanine landing, the impact jarring my knees. Two men stood there, looking up at where I had just been. They were slow. I wasn't. I drove the butt of my rifle into the first man’s throat, crushing his windpipe. He crumpled, gurgling. The second man swung a pistol toward me. I caught his wrist, twisting until I felt the bone snap. He screamed. I silenced him with a shot to the chest.

Stupid me! I wanted to run, but this was getting fun, just like those dark romance, mafia, mercenary books I read. Seeing it in real life was fascinating and yet frightening. Suddenly, he shot him and the man fell flat on his back. That's when I knew I needed to run for my life, but quietly. Trying to move slowly I kicked an empty can. “Who's there?” The man asked and I said nothing. I ran out quickly putting all the strength and effort I had until I reached the junction leading to the long route.

I had always needed too much reassurance, and for three years, Dante Romano had given it to me. Whenever he came home late or failed to answer his phone, I imagined the worst. And whenever I couldn’t sleep, I made him leave whatever he was doing and come home to me. During one of those needy episodes, strange lines of text appeared before my eyes. 【The Don of the Romano family is handling family business. You really think he has time to put you to bed?】 【She’s only an ordinary woman he kept because she looks like Bianca DeLuca.】 【The real Bianca is coming back from Europe. Once she does, this substitute is finished.】 Suddenly, Dante’s patience no longer felt like love. It felt like tolerance. When he came home and reached for me, I pulled away. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I finally understand.” “Understand what?” “That real love means giving each other freedom.” From that night on, he no longer had to report his schedule, answer every call, or come home because I couldn’t sleep. If I stopped clinging to him and quietly disappeared when Bianca returned, maybe Dante would let me leave safely. But before I could step away, he pulled me hard against his chest. “Baby,” he said softly, “did I do something to upset you?”

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

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So the thing she read in novels about forgetting what happened after getting drunk was fake news after all. Damn it, my head hurts… and even down there hurts too. Damn it! Mae drank her coffee, hoping it would somehow make her feel better. Manang Fe entered the kitchen and looked surprised to see her awake so early. “You’re awake early,” the old woman said while checking the calendar on her phone. “It’s Sunday. You don’t even have classes. Why are you awake this early?” Too early, Manang. I barely slept. Once again, last night’s memories entered her mind. The reason why she had no sleep. The reason why the lower part of her body hurt. The reason why she was no longer a virgin.

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Keeping her senses alert, she looked around for any sign of a wolf, and when she saw none, she decided to take the next big run. The distance between where she stood and the place she needed to run to, was a few miles away, and to get there, she had to be fast. Two minutes max, and the guard on the night shift would be replaced. Irish ran as fast as her legs could carry her as her wavy hair swept back in the direction of the wind. Her heartbeat increased as she ran with legs that almost touched the back of her head but she was past caring. On getting there, there was only one more leap left for her, and she would escape the mansion.