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“To what?” “The name I use on my comics,” Aislen explained. “Morgana Ivy. I think I want to ditch Aislen Carter, just leave her behind.” “I like it. Finish the evolution of Aislen Carter into this fine gothic witch woman, Morgana Ivy,” Bianca lit a cigarette. “Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.”

They hung out in the yard for a little while longer when suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance. The boss came in, leading a tall guy in a baseball cap. He was around six feet with a slim build. Sophia's eyes darted over, full of curiosity. If Ronald was out fetching Heartless Rogue, then this had to be Morgan! Morgan stepped forward, whipped off his cap, and yanked down his mask to flash a dazzling grin. He was drop-dead gorgeous, with a kind of beauty that made you do a double-take, and his eyes were like something out of an old painting—sharp and upturned, just like a nobleman from the past.

He went to his Gallery and clicked on one of Morgan's childhood photos . She was so beautiful, he clicked on the next and the next until he reached a photo of her when she had grown. He had created the photo using Photo editors,with one of Morgana's photos,in order for the software to guess what she'd look like when she was all grown up. She had plumpy cheeks unlike Faye , whom he was guessing to be her. Her body seemed thicker and fatter than Faye's. But that didn't make him feel deterred.

Lyric and I shared a look and with inhuman speed we exited our tent only to see a worried Hunji, stroking the hair of Morgan as she cried out in pain and squirmed across the cold ground. “Hunji?” I call out ready to make my way over to her when a hand halts me in place. “Leave her. She is having a vision. A very powerful one by the looks of it.” I recognized the voice without having to scent or see who it was. Still, I turned to look at Finnegan Artos. Just as imposing as his half-brother Mathias. Just as tall and big. Whereas Mathias was dark and looming with silver eyes. Finn was pale with almost white hair and violet eyes just like his sister Morgan.

I sprung up from the bed and felt my veins moving, they’re sill healing. My heart ached, but it was nothing compared to emotions of loss gushing in my veins. I was losing my strength since it was getting consumed in healing that stupid heart which is only beating for Aurora. She made a stone like me move; I can barely imagine her as a human. Fuck she’s an angel directly sent from heaven. An angel, I'm madly in love with. I stood up, “What about Morgan? Is he al---” He cut me off. “Alive? No, I killed him, he was talking a lot.” As expected from Arthur. “We got the information we needed, keep him alive would be such a waste of oxygen.” He smiled looking me, his indifferent gaze telling me how

he said and I shrugged, “You are a nice man, underneath I can sense it, I said and Arthur glared at me. “You do not know me Morgan Grant” he said. “Stone” I said, “It’s Morgan stone” Arthur smile was sinister, he went to a bar and poured a drink; he sipped it slowly, glaring at me from across, I stood and walked up to the bar and poured a drink and added strawberries inside, and sipped, I moaned as the mixed flavor hit my tongue strongly, Arthur stared at me, and I smiled slowly.

Would he accept her if he heard something different? He couldn’t even tell what is that he sought to hear. “Let’s head back.” He said. He doesn’t care about anything about her anyways since he has rejected her and has no intentions of accepting whatever mate bond that exists between them. “Slow down dude! I called the driver already!” Dennis called as Arthur was scurrying away. But Arthur paid deaf ears to his call. All he had in his head was to send her rejected human mate away. He would never have anything to do with humans. Never!

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

“I was just about to find out who Taylor Swift’s date for the Met Gala was!” “Really, Charlotte?” Arthur barked, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You want to talk about what’s fair? Fine. Let’s ficken do that!” Arthur Morgan rarely raised his voice with his daughter, but now his tone was sharp enough to cut glass. His wild gesticulations made it clear that Charlotte was about to get a verbal lashing she wouldn’t soon forget.

But life had its way of making this happen, because who would have thought Arthur would come back, and the worst? She being with him. I put on my little shorts, followed by my crop top which was barely covering my breasts, but who cares, I was alone at my house, and it was alright to let my body out to some air. I sat on the bed, everything coming back to me. I don’t know what the future holds for Carly and especially Arthur who seemed quite obsessed with her, but I could only hope my dear friend won’t be so hurt. I lay on the bed, knowing I would be driving down the dreamland soon. Swiping through my gallery, I stopped at a picture of Liam.