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"Wao, Alex, this is... Wao!" Abbie looked at everything in surprise, she could not decide which room to direct her attention completely. “Do you need something?” I turned to see a man in a black chef's suit, I assumed it was a professor. "I have a meeting with Louis Anderson,” I said on guard. As soon as he smiled, I knew this had been a bad idea. "That's me,” he said with an English accent. Shit. His eyes sparkled with interest at the sight of Abigail by my side.

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

I lifted my face, full of fury, and looked straight into the eyes of the man I’d defied my father for. “I, Alpha Luca Miller, reject you as my Luna, Victoria Bianchi, for bringing neither power nor heirs to Creston Pack, and I condemn you to serve as a breeding Omega for the benefit of my people.”

“I know. But I still don't think that Giovanni has anything to do with it. No matter what, he is not that empty handed to actually be sending a woman for something like this. He would rather come himself. He sent his daughter once, he's not going to send another protégé. Especially not one that he does not even know. “No,” he said, turning back to face me. “I don’t think you do. Because if you did, you wouldn’t be standing there hoping for a moment of peace. Wolves like us, Damon, don’t get peace. We get silence before the next storm.” “I’m not blind,” I said. “But I’m allowed to hold onto this moment. Just this once. I have a mate. A daughter. A Luna.” His expression didn’t soften, but ther

She sipped from her glass of wine. “ Alright. I’m the founder and CEO of RCOT Industries,” he casually introduced. “ RCOT Industries? The largest construction company in Jersey City?!” she asked, surprised. The CEO was someone who was hardly seen in the press. The last picture they had of him looked completely different from how he looks currently. “ I know you have a ton of questions." “ Yes. 1 billion questions as a matter of fact,” she smiled at him. ~~~~ “ Heeeeeeeeeey, Mrs. Demps,” Clinton teased as he spotted Alyona walking inside the bar.

Soon an intercum crackles over head and a woman's monotone of voice filled the room. " Isabella smith?" the voice asked. She nodded shakily. " Age? " E- Eighteen" she felt like crying. " Where were you born?" Spain" N-New York" she stuttered. There was another pause. " Approximately how many times have you had sexual intercourse?" taking a deep calming breath she answered." I- I'm a virgin" there was a long pause as she stared into the mirror at her trembling figure. " The auction is about to take place stay quiet and do as your told". She frowns as confusion flooded through her mind when suddenly blinding lights where turned on brightening the dark room.

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

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