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I said in a strained voice, and Angel stopped. He got up and made his way off the bed. “Hell no,” I exclaimed. “You can't do this to me.” Although I was angry, the pain in my balls and my frustration made me sound like I was on the verge of tears. “Do what?” He had the nerves to look confused as he stared back at me. “You know what you're doing. Haven't I been punished enough? I'm beginning to think you're a sadist.” I threw my arm over my eyes as my jaw clenched. I felt like I was being a hell lot vulnerable and I hated that Angel put me in this position.

I froze. No. No, no, no. My phone nearly slipped from my hands as I bolted upright. The words blurred on the screen, but I’d read them. I’d seen them. “Fuck,” I muttered, chest tightening. “Is this real?” She couldn’t have married him! Angus was a bastard, an Alpha who had once tried to form an alliance with our family. Ruthless. Dangerous. Manipulative. And now he had her? No! I wouldn’t let that happen!

I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket. "Dude, I hate that word," Justin mumbles, and I scoff. Soon, we see Angel's walking figure. She is humming a song with her beautiful voice. Daniel jogs behind her with an evil smirk and pokes her side, making her yelp in surprise. "Are you fucking sick?" she asks in disbelief once she sees us. How did I not notice her at school? Angel is so beautiful with her black hair and hazel eyes. I'm going soft! "Why are you following me?" she snaps.

Angelo continued. “Anyway, let’s put that behind, it’s all in the past,” he loosely said, yawning. “Sure, I don’t mind,” I said, also yawning loudly. Fuck anything that had to do with Tania. I was not interested and definitely wasn’t going to envy a dead girl. As I moved to stand up, I slipped. Angelo reflexly held me so I wouldn’t fall down. I thanked my stars I didn’t fall down. Yet, I wasn’t prepared for what came next…

She was with Kian. I looked at them at their table and considered this. They sure looked closed but I wasn’t worried. Kian couldn’t possibly like an omega like her. I was just pissed that Bastain was distracted with her here. Kian was a strategic man with high standards and an established position. Angel was a divorced Omega with a tutoring job and a forum post asking for secondhand competition equipment. The arithmetic didn't produce anything threatening. "I miss Mom." I turned. Finn was looking at his plate with the small, folded expression he got when something was bothering him and he was trying to decide whether to say it.

Stefan quickly schooled his features and straightened his posture. "We are solving the puzzle," Nichelle turned towards Angela and shreiked happily. Angela's astounded eyes whipped to Stefan. "Who could have guessed the widely feared gangster is a fanboy," her voice held a teasing tone as she wheeled her chair beside Nichelle. Stefan cleared his throat, feeling the old blush returning but this time due to embarassment. His brows furrowed slightly. "I am not a fan. She..she insisted," he lied. Angela bought his lie.

DANZEL POV: The tension in my body drained when I saw her laughing along with the others. My dear Angelina, she was the light of my life. Before I met her, my life was in darkness, and after she was gone, it returned to the deep darkness. My mind drifted back to the time when she had a panic attack on the doorstep of her apartment. I had come by to leave the orchids when I saw her on the floor, her hands clutched over her chest and her eyes shut tightly. Immediately, I knew she was having a panic attack. I wasn't an expert, but I knew very well how to bring her back. I called out to her, told her to stay awake, and instantly she snapped her eyes open. My heart clenched when I stared into tho

“Find the bastard and bring him to me. I want every dime he stole from me.” I shoot up into a sitting position, and fear trembles through me. The door opens, and one hell of an angry Angelo stalks inside. His expression is dark and ruthless, his eyes filled with a world of danger. Crap. I’m too freaking scared to ask what’s wrong as my cautious gaze takes in the expensive suit he’s already dressed in. It looks like he’s been up for hours. I didn’t even notice when he got out of bed. He stalks toward me and drops a black credit card on the white covers. With rage darkening his tone, he growls, “Don’t call me for permission every time you want to buy something. There’s no limit on the card.”

"In between fighting to save the world from life threatening microbes that could potentially kill us if left like that, I do happen to obsess about that man and may or may not have grown a cult like following for him that has almost two million people." Ang without saying anything simply walks up to Annalise and gives mini bow. "Mistress?" Now I swear that I can see stars in Ang's eyes… "The one and only." Annalise replies and reaches out to hug Ang in almost motherly way…mind you the both of them are probably the same age!!! "Can someone please explain to me what's going on?" I ask with my arms folded across my chest trying to make sense out of their rambling "What is happening is that I am

Bastien squeezes me a bit tighter when he notices the change in my stance, the eagerness to get to the table, a small growl leaves his chest. A soft groan comes from my lips as I feel his possessiveness through our bond, I mind link him, "stop, silly, I'm excited about Angel not her mate." He side eyes me then focus's back to the table we are slowly approaching, his eyes widen at her and a small smile plays on his lips as he takes her in. Angel is a vision of beauty, she stands, clapping, a huge smile graces her cherub face, her small baby bump barely noticeable, in a baby blue off the shoulder dress, her skin is flawless and tan, a perk for living in Florida. I break free of Bastien's hol