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“but she is really kind. You can’t be too harsh with her. You’ve got to soften her up. Say something nice.” I blink, caught completely off guard. “Say something nice?” She nods solemnly, like she’s sharing ancient wisdom. “Girls like compliments. But not the fake ones. Tay-Tay hates fake people.” A corner of my mouth twitches. “Good to know.” She edges closer, studying me with curious eyes. “You’re the football guy, right? The one from the TV?”

He just watched me. Taya let out a sharp laugh. "She’s a soft princess. That’s all. She probably thinks we’re animals. Look at her—she thinks we’re dirty." She looked at Mina. "Did you really think someone like this could be what the Alpha needs? She can’t even take a bath." "Taya, stop," Fenris said. His voice was low and carried a warning. But she didn't. She was emboldened by his proximity. "She’s useless to us. A pampered Southern pet who—"

"Pennsylvania? Pittsburgh?" A woman's voice on the other end of the phone shouted in disbelief. "Yes!" She replied certainly. Her smile was vague but there was a hint of contentment and relief on her face. She looked fresh with only light make up on and her wavy, golden hair tightly tied in a high ponytail. Round shaped earrings hanging on each of her earlobes sweetened her look. Taya, at the moment, walked along the side of the street, her appearance was casually beautiful with a ring sling hanging on her shoulder. Her sneakers completely comforted her each step instead of her stiletto. While holding her phone on her ear, she kept reassuring her concerned mom.

"This is your lead detail from Aegis Prime. Taye Eilish." I stepped closer, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. I was 5'11, but he made me feel tiny. I leaned in, letting a bit of my stage charisma leak out, giving him a slow, lazy smirk. "Taye," I purred, testing the weight of his name. "You look awfully serious. Do you ever smile, or is that against the company policy?" Taye didn't blink. His expression remained as flat and cold as a stone wall. He checked his watch, then looked back at me with a chilling lack of interest.

An audible gasp left my lips when my silver eyes met his olive-greyish ones, they are so mesmerizing I could get lost in them. 'Psst, hello! Stop staring like a lunatic!' My inner voice snaps me out of my trance. "Umm... Oh,...sor... sorry. I'm sorry for bumping into you." 'Real smooth Taylor, real smooth' my inner girl mocks leaning on a wall with her arms folded over her chest, I just flip her off. "What's your name neonata?" (baby girl) Oh fuck he's Italian, that voice is so sexy. 'fuck me now' my inner girl says sultrily spreading her legs, 'shut it whore', 'I'm the whore now!? You're the one dripping wet from just the voice of a complete stranger.' I just roll my eyes because she's righ

I say when he reaches me. “Hello Sir!” He greets enthusiastically. “What’s your name?” I happen to know it, but can’t keep it in my head for some reason. “I’m Taylor, but call me Tee, Sir.” “Tee.” I nod. “I’ve received many positive reports about you. And you know who I am, don’t you? Despite the fact that it was Jeff who recruited you?” “I know who you are, Sir.” He has admiration in his eyes as he goes on, “Alan King, Luxury Resort Developer and Hospitality Mogul. You’re literally the king of nightlife in New York.”

I glanced around the truck at each pair of eyes staring at me, “Tallon told me you had found out about us but she forgot to mention the part where you mated a fucking Alpha! Do you know what kind of target that puts on you? Thank God we were already planning to come down to train you, but it looks like we have to come sooner.” I heard him panting and other people in the background. He whispered softly into the phone, “Tyler, have you been marked?” I turned towards Dalton and he nodded his head as a way of telling me to let him know but I was a little confused as to which mark he was talking about, “Yeah. Dalton marked me and I also got a witch mark. Which one are you talking about?” I looke

Ayla: My name is Maria Ayla. My loved and closed ones call me Ayla. I'm 20 years old and I'm 5'3". I'm from Chennai, South India. Currently pursuing my BE at Mumbai. My dad is super cool and mom is sweet but strict at times and I have one annoying little brother Riyo. He maybe younger than me but always acts as a older brother. I have lots of friends but only 2 of them are I'm so close with. You all already know them I guess. I don't wanna bore you with that again.

"You've apologized many times already. I'm sure Echa didn't mean it that way. Her name is Echa, right?" "Her name is Aleisya Kirei." "Wow, such a beautiful name, Sir," Tata compliments. "Do you think so?" Levi asks. They're on their way back to his office, but it feels very late already. "I'll drop you off as an apology, Ta. I hope you don't refuse." Tata grimaces. "No, Sir. Just drop me off at the office. I'll take a taxi home later." "Or call your husband to pick you up," Levi suggests.

“Vogar is holding her captive. Not captive like…. They’re in a dick and pussy business and the last time she went to transit with him, she never returned. I knew he was the culprit cos my sister told me everything about him. But something she didn't know was the fact that he was a bad bastard.” “And your father?” Daisy finally spoke up. “What did he do about it? He is an Alpha and holds so much power.” “Huh? Alpha? What do you mean?” My confused gaze darted in the direction of Daisy, seeking more explanation. “Her father is Alpha Atlas of the Cage Moon pack,” Daisy informed me.