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" At the market about half an hour ago. As for the last question though, I have absolutely no idea. " Frowning, Hunter crossed his arms, studying his brother's face as if by doing so, he'd get all the answers he so desperately wanted. It wasn't shocking that Havoc didn't know his mate's identity, it was a large kingdom after all, and apart from wolves, tigers were the most prevalent in terms of numbers. It could have been anyone of the many females. " You let her go after finding her? I know commitment isn't your strong suit but this isn't a game, "

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Third-Person POV Liam smiled as Madison blew out her candles and cut the cake. But he was annoyed. Sophia still hadn't shown up at the party. He'd scared her enough. He just wanted her to apologize to Madison and put the past behind them. Was that so hard? A guard rushed in. Liam's eyes lit up—then darkened when he saw Sophia wasn't there. "Where is Sophia?" The guards were sweating. They handed him the box. "It's a gift from the madam. She asked you to open it."

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be unloved in your own home? To give all—your body, your health, your soul—and be treated as a stranger? And now this…" I hid my face in my hands. "I can't believe this occurred." He turned to the door. "You thought it enough to cry in my arms last night." It rendered me speechless. "I've seen your type before," he continued. "The sulky, miserable ones. The dead-eyed, smile-through-it ones. You play-act until play-acting is all you're ever any good at." He pushed open the door and glanced over his shoulder at me once, smiled. Not warmly. Just

The bustling atmosphere of the city relieved Avery. It felt like the place was alive and breathing. Upon arriving at the company, she was met by Kimberly who told her that there was someone waiting for her. "Who?" Avery asked, as they went in the elevator. The workers greeted her good mornings and went to do their jobs. Kimberly waited until the elevator was empty before she replied, "Anastasia Beverly. Your husband’s, former lover. She's an actress and played minor roles in big dramas."

This position offers a perfect view of its most iconic landmark. The atmosphere was undeniably romantic. The waiter introduced the recommended wine for the evening. They settled on a Château Margaux white. Lena handed the menu back to the waiter, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "How did you even find this place?" "Argo recommended it to me." "Argo?" Lena vaguely recalled his name. "Is that the guy who was with you outside the nightclub last time?" Back then, whenever they ran into each other outside, they would both pretend not to see the other. Lena had never paid attention to the people around him.

Chris rubbed his left eye, trying to wake himself up fully, then moved closer to Agatha and hugged her tightly. "I didn't want to wake you up. I just want to look at your sleeping face a little longer." "Are you fascinated with my handsome face?" Hearing that, Agatha immediately chuckled. "Of course, who wouldn't be fascinated by a handsome Alpha like you." Chris gave Agatha a peck on the lips right after Agatha finished her sentence. "I'm also fascinated by the beautiful Luna like you." "Haha enough, I'm amused to hear that. By the way, did you enjoy the party last night?"

He asked. "Yeah, sure." I hand them to him and he glances at each one of them, it allowed me to look at his face and I noticed he had long lashes and a straight nose, he is so handsome. "These are a good book, the author is a great philosopher." He told me and I smile like a dummy, this is one thing you do when you start falling in love. "You did good in the riddles, I was impressed by how many you answered correctly." His eyes danced with a smile as he stares at me.

On their wedding day, right as Elena Emerton and Kyle Fenton were about to exchange rings, a woman rushed Kyle with a knife. Elena moved on instinct, throwing herself in front of Kyle. The blade sank into her chest, and she crumpled into Kyle's arms. As the woman was dragged away, she screamed, "Kyle Fenton, we're not done! How dare you get married?" That was when Elena recognized her. Allison Smyth. Kyle's sworn enemy for the past six years. Before anyone could react, Allison broke free and held the knife to her throat. "Kyle, I'm tired. Let's end this." Kyle's eyes went wide. He dropped Elena and rushed to Allison, catching the blade with his bare hand. Elena hit the floor hard.