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She giggled when she was already half-naked. Therese angled her phone upwards so her camera was focused on her boobs as she covered her nipples with her skinny arms. She took a series of pictures showing her skin and the valley of her breasts. In some of them, her lacy bra was still intact. In the others, the straps fell from her shoulders. There were also a few of them where she completely removed the garment and intentionally blurred the images. Therese made sure to leave some for Raven’s imagination. When she clicked on the send button, three seconds was all it took before the man was calling her. She couldn’t help the smile of victory that formed on her lips.

"And you appear ready for the taking—I can't wait to bury my cock deep inside of your sweet, little human pussy." His words settle my resolve, and I clench my fist before lacing my voice with both hatred and venom—this man could be the goddamn president of Sweden, and I still wouldn't accept him! Arvin is disgusting! "No!" I shout and take a step forward, pushing my finger into the shocked alpha's chest with my eyes never leaving his. The audience goes quiet, but I don't care—my mind is set, and I'm not about to accept this clown as my mate. "I, Maya Lavigne, reject you, Arvin Johanson, as my mate and lover. You won't touch me, and I will NEVER be your luna."

"If Mama thinks everything is deliberately staged by Aurora, then what does it mean these photos?" Savana looked again at the row of pictures stored on Aurora's phone. From her eyes, she saw so many intimate photos. Even showing Nicole and Bastian in a state of nudity. "Nicole..." Savana called out in disbelief. Bringing her hand to her chest, she seemed to clutch it with pain. Savana even suddenly felt dizzy and almost staggered upon seeing the latest evidence that Aurora showed. "Please answer honestly, this can't possibly be you in the photo, right?"

I took my drink and sipped on it a few times until I felt okay. "You good now?" My girlfriend asked still seeming a bit concerned and I nodded my head, "I'm good baby.... Fuck Meagan!" "What?" Layla asked confused as she stopped at the red traffic lights. I sighed and took my phone again to actually look at what almost gave me a heard attack. It was pictures of Layla and I naked and fucking by the closet with Meg's tiny head by the corner. Then other pictures with Layla strapping me against the closet too while lifting me up. Messages were just explaining that.

“Arielle, do you really want to shame the Cowell family so much before you give up?” Arielle frowned and reached out to pick up the photos on the table. There were three photos in total. One was a photo of her drinking with a few friends in a bar, the other was a photo of her and a man going to the hotel together, and a photo of her in bed with a man in a hotel room. She put the photos down without speaking.

She braced herself for the scent of a new scandal. Harper didn't wait; she pressed a glowing obsidian slate into Avery's hands. As the images flickered to life, Avery felt the tension in her shoulders snap. It wasn't a condemnation. The photos Molly Evans had captured—the ones where Avery looked like a Lunar Goddess draped in ancient, starlit pelts—had become a viral sensation across the territory. Molly had kept the name hidden, but the recent Simpson exhibition had allowed the pack’s keenest trackers to put a scent to the face.

"Lily, what the fuck are you doing?" Aiden growls, turns out he was the person approaching us, "Cover yourself now.” "This is a nude photoshoot, I have to be nude. Since when are you two such prudes, huh?" I ask and the attention whore side of me is loving having their eyes on me. At the same time. Once upon a time, Virgin Lily dreamt about this situation... but those dreams ended a lot more dirty than anyone could imagine, "They said I'm so perfect, I don't even need much make up."

The upload went live at 9:00 a.m. on a Monday. No press team. No scheduled drop. No warning. Just a raw file titled: “Proof of Life: Subject 01 Archive Footage // Undeclared Test Phase” It spread like a rupture. One video. Fifteen minutes. Uncut. The first image: a small girlbarefoot, hair too long, eyes too wideseated in a leather chair too big for her frame. Ava. Age six.

With a tap on the screen, a provocative selfie of me lying on my bed without a top materialized. I responded with a playful giggle, opting not to share that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't showcase my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of myself positioned against a wall, clad in black lacy lingerie, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small silver vibrator against my undergarments, my tongue poking out and my eyes closed. Ada suggested nonchalantly, "Why not send both?" I raised an eyebrow in response.

His words sent a chill down her spine, and she gulped, rubbing her sweaty palms nervously. "I... didn't want to hide it from you," she stammered. "I was just scared..." Her voice trailed off before she finally blurted, "Denim wants me to meet him. He said if I don't, he'll post my nude pictures online." Eros stiffened, his jaw tightening. His dark eyes flashed with anger. "Nude pictures?" he growled. "How is that even possible?" Evanora sighed, her cheeks flushing with shame. "It was back when I used to bathe at his place. I thought he was going to be my husband... but he turned out to be an asshole."