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“I know you’re concerned and I don’t blame you at all. I wish I could offer you some kind of comfort. All I can do is hope that Silas isn’t collaborating with his father. With his military influence, things could grow even more complicated.” Becky appeared as if she were going to cry for a moment but then she nodded. “All we can do is hope,” she whispered, and she reached under the neck of her blouse and pulled a small necklace out. It was white gold with a moon and star pendant. She kissed it gently and then glanced out the window. Though I couldn’t hear the words she whispered, I had a feeling it was a prayer to the Moon Goddess. I was jealous of her. I wished I could use prayer as a tool

She needed to earn to save her mother and help Becky with the rent, even though Becky was kind enough to tell not to pay anything. 2 days ago, Becky became feverish and also lost her job. Her bosses were changed. Luckily for her, she got another job but there was a problem. She couldn’t go for the interview because she was down with the flu and to make matters worse, her phone developed a fault. So she needed someone to either go on her behalf or go tell them that she was sick. She had pleaded with Bella to do that. Bella had to agree, even though she didn’t want to. She felt like she wasn’t smart enough and was shy to go but then she had to. *********

Guess it had helped drown out the thief’s screams. “Hey, I found this outside,” I said to the lady at the front desk. “Would you make sure it gets back to the owner, please?” I had to hurry this the hell up. My wolf clawed at my insides to find the omega and claim her as ours. My whole world narrowed down to getting to the omega before some other alpha beat me to it. “Of course.” She gave me a bright smile, fluffing up her brown hair. “Thanks.”

Even though Becky wasn't feeling fine, she made it her responsibility to hide her facial pain from the little girl, it didn't mean anything not all. Becky has now arranged everything for the little girl, she looks like a real princess now. Her hair has been dried up and tied it in a sweet ponytail. She grew a clean shorts and a barbie top, which accentuated her little fair face. In the end, Becky gave her a silver slippers to wear. Bringing her close to the mirror, she let the little girl see herself.

Upon hearing this, Charles shot a glare at Becky and reluctantly took his seat. Becky, interpreting their hesitation as a sign of timidity, grew even more complacent. How did Becky manage to secure an invitation to such an exclusive auction? "Becky had once held the position of a director in the HR department at World Group before her dismissal. Despite her professional role, she did not possess the substantial wealth often associated with the elite class." "Observing the situation, Charles leaned in and remarked, 'I recognize the man next to that troublemaker. He's Stephen Curran, a well-known antique collector in these circles.'"

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.

I said, rolling my eyes as I stepped back into my room. “Sorry about that El. I was in the ER when you called. How are you doing?” Becky asked. Her voice bore tired strains. “Well, everything has been fucking chaotic as usual and I had something I wanted to ask you.” I replied. I had to hurry so I would not keep my father waiting for long. “And what could that be?” Becky asked. “Well, remember that nerd Kamille was friends with back in college. I heard she later became a doctor. Do you by any chance remember her name or know where she works or just anything at all on her. Do you?” I said quickly.

"Micheal." The air was thick with tension, our standoff silent but charged. My wolf, restless inside me, paced in my mind, ears pinned back. Then, the door swung open. Becky stepped in, her long hair cascading over her frail shoulders, her lips trembling as crystalline tears shimmered in her wide, doe-like eyes. She looked like the Moon Goddess herself had personally crafted her to inspire pity. Her voice was soft, weak, as if merely speaking was draining the life from her.

Becky reply with confidence " Ok I come directly, Who are you? what you want from us?" he again asked. " Well I am Becky Bolt and I was selected as an internee in this company by my university. I don't have any motives, Just want to be independent enough to bear my life expenses". She replies. Just then Marcus turn towards Becky and looked at her. His eyes are blue in real. His face was normal as a human being. He is no doubt dangerously hot and handsome in real. He looked at Becky and tried to connect dots. His expression changed as he was trying to figure out something.

“He’ll torture them!” Before Aaron could respond, a wall in Becky’s narrow cell slid opened. She pulled her Glock around and began to fire, but what appeared to be half a dozen Vampires swarmed in. The brunette was backed against the wall, and even though she managed to shoot down three of her attackers, they just kept coming. “Paul!” she screamed as a large brute knocked her gun away from her. She reached for her knife, but a woman with tangled black hair grabbed her arm and pinned it against the wall while another disarmed her. Literally. Becky screamed in anguish. “Becky!” Paul’s eyes searched the floor for the opening where she’d disappeared but he saw nothing. He needed to find the stai