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Each one of them bowed their heads. “I present to you, the next Alpha of the Stella pack,” My Dad began, raising my hand, “Alpha Cato Loren!” The crowd burst into applause as I gazed out at them, my shoulders back and my chin high. “His Luna, Jessica Michaels. And his Beta, Elias Smith.” The crowd only grew wilder, their howls and whistles echoing through the forest. My parents and Blair stepped off the podium, leaving the three of us. Me in the middle, Elias and Jess on either side.

Brown beautiful eyes that had its unforgettable reflection of me and it made me wonder the things that went on in this mischievous woman’s head. Mischief is another form of intelligence, my mother always says. “Is there anything else I can do for you sir?” Ebony asked as she held a folder in her hand and placed her other on her thin waist; wrapping her long slender arms on her beautiful frame. The contract had been sighed and our wedding should be before Ebony’s visa expires which is within three months at most. I hadn’t made any moves to grab the public’s attention and notify my family of my intentions. “What are my schedules for the day Miss Black?” I asked, calling her the last name I sa

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The more she read, the more she realized she was stepping into a world far more dangerous—and enticing—than she’d ever imagined. Emma stared at her laptop screen, the glow casting shadows on her face as she scrolled through article after article about Nathan Blackwood. His name seemed to dominate every headline, each one more sensational than the last. Ruthless Businessman. Seducer of Women. The Man Who Always Gets What He Wants. Her stomach churned, but she couldn’t look away.

Yes, I tell her Grimm is loving the idea of coming out to play, but just as long as Ebony comes out too, to join him. Who do you think is the one that is asking? I'm already here, says Ebony. I look again and sure enough, it is Ebony. I sometimes tend to get their eye color confused. Sandy's eyes are a deep chocolate brown, while Ebony's are more of a light to medium brown with gold flecks in them. It would be nice to have our wolves take over while Sandy and I take a break. We have been going at it for at least two hours now. I'm sure that your wolf and my wolf are loving this right now I tell her. Yup, they sure are just look at them go.

I want to scream, but he's crushing my against the bar and making it hard for me to breathe. Wesley’s voice lowers, darker now. “Oh, I can do a lot. Don’t think I won’t. I want you back, and if you don’t come willingly, I’ll take Ebony. And this time? No one will ever find her. She’ll never see the sun again.” His words send a cold chill down my spine, and he presses harder against me. I wince, my foot shifting deeper into the broken glass. “You won’t touch her,” I snap, my voice trembling slightly. “She has an entire MC at her back. They’ll come for you.”

Renee said "So, my mother helped you leave?" Alissa asked "Yes. But then I met Tabatha, and she told me Ebony was meant for great things. She told me that Ebony would become Queen and take her rightful place on the throne. She said she would help us rule the world and get revenge on everyone who hurt us. The problem was I knew Ebony was too weak to take over the world. She always wanted to do good, even when someone hurt her. Look, I have been telling her how worthless she is since she was a child, and she still came to save me. So pathetic," Renee said and lifted the dagger to stab Ebony again, but Ebony raised her hand and made the dagger leave her mom's hands and then made her mom fly int

Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind. “You’re welcome.” His deep voice reverberated as I walked towards him. All I could smell was his sinister scent as I closed the gap between us. He was more trouble than the others, his heartbeat faster than a car’s tires at the highest speed. He wasn’t human for sure. “Who are you?”

“So this is the final guest list from the bridal party, right?” Vivian Benson raised her finely plucked brows at her soon-to-be daughter-in-law, quietly judging her. They sat on opposite ends of a damask-upholstered settee in the Benson’s drawing room, the kind of room that whispered money and restraint in equal measure. Monet Palmer was beautiful—exotic, even—with her brown skin, hooded eyes, and full, plump lips. There was something almost ethereal about her, like she didn’t belong in such a rigid, gilded space.

Drey grins, "You and I will have fun together. I'll shape you into the Scarlett he wants, money-back guaranteed." "You mean literally shape me or actually shape me with plastic surgery? This real Scarlett is like size two, with boobs and ass. Both her thighs equal one of mine." She even has a thigh gap. "Don't worry, we'll work out a plan. No plastic surgery, everything would be au-naturale."