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Tori’s POV ~ 4 Days Later ~ It’s officially been 4 whole days since my heat cycle began, and this time I’m surprised it ended as quick as it did. Having been in heat for 5 days with Jake that I’m honestly shocked I only lasted 4 days with Zak.

I whisper, trying to calculate my cycle in my head. “It doesn’t matter whether you’re not ovulating today or tomorrow. Semen can survive up to seven days, seven fucking days, Vanessa! Merda… SHIT!” He roars as he glares at me through narrowing eyes. His words bounce off the walls and violently smack me in the face, having a direct line to my shattering heart once again.

he repeated, his voice climbing an octave. "Three weeks," I confirmed solemnly, fighting to keep my expression serious. "Doctor's orders. She was very firm about it." Theo stared at me for a long moment, his face cycling through various stages of disbelief, horror, and what looked suspiciously like panic. "But that's... that's nearly a month," he sputtered. "Twenty-one days, to be exact," I said helpfully, enjoying his obvious distress far more than I probably should have. "She said it's important to let my body... recover."

It could temporarily cut off our link with our wolves and block our memories. "You want to wipe out all traces of me from your mind," I said flatly. I stared at him in a daze. I could feel my wolf trembling like I was. My mate was going to devote himself to keeping another she-wolf company. "No, Melody! It's only for 21 days." Dylan tried to explain himself softly, as if he were trying to coax a pup. "When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable."

Seventy-two hours is three days. Mia had learned over the last two months to measure time differently than she used to — not in hours but in tasks, not in days but in things she could control. The seventy-two hours after the hearing ended she measured in the following way: two Target shifts, one therapy session, six curriculum planning sessions for January, four meals cooked in Sarah's kitchen rather than assembled from whatever was available, and three evenings with Nathan that had nothing to do with the case.

With a hand,she pushed back her hair. "Stop it, Steve.You and I have talked about this.I won't do anything till the night of our wedding and you promised to adhere to it So, don't let this be an argument again." Nora sat, facing her computer.Her insides were already trembling at his next reaction. Why was she even afraid? "Haven't I promised to marry you?.Our engagement party is in two days time.What else do you need me to do, huh?!.What else?!." She faced him."Do you know what I need you to do for me?.Keep being patient and stick to your promise!."

RAMON 60 Days. 60 Days To make her fall Inlove. To marry her. And then finally, To kill her. The boss assigned me to her. She was my fifth assignment. And then I met her, and she was so fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect. Her dark eyes, her massive dark hair, her curves, her flawless skin... And I was supposed to kill her? I knew this was going to be hard. But what I didn't know, is how hard I would fall for her as each day passed.

Rae asked. "It's the time when we can get with pups. And we will be, how do I say this?" Winter paused. "Wanting to screw our brains out?" Rae asked. "Ah, yeah." She agreed. "How long does it last?" Rae asked. "About 7 days." Winter replied. "Are you kidding?" Rae asked. "The first 3 days are the roughest. The next 4 aren't too bad." Winter explained. "So, I guess we need to make a decision." Rae guessed.

Kash asked, "How long have you been sleeping?" I thought about it and answered, "About two hours?" Didn't he say he knocked on the door for two hours? Kash's eyes became strange as he said, "Two days have passed since you signed the contract." "Two days?" I couldn’t believe it. Kash dressed casually, but I clearly remembered that he was wearing a suit this morning. So I did not eat or drink and slept for two days and two nights. Kash already knew the answer. He reached out his hand to touch the table. Sure enough, there was a layer of dust. I hadn't cleaned the apartment since I lived in it.

I began, folding my arms across my chest and looking him straight in the eye, "how soon is the contract marriage? And how long would that actually last?" He leaned against the wall casually. “Let’s say… in seven days’ time,” he said after a pause. “And it’s gonna last for six months.” There it was again—six months. Everything seemed to circle back to that number. I couldn’t help but feel like the universe was playing some twisted joke on me. Was it fate or just a hell of a coincidence? Still, seven days wasn’t bad. It gave me time to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for the great storm I feel that I was stepping into. If he had said tomorrow, I might have just lost it.