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"So what? How should I apologize to her this time? Another fire-eating performance? Breaking my other hand? Or down ten more bottles of liquor?" Jacob was stunned when Lindsey, who was usually meek and timid like a bunny, suddenly revealed her sharp claws. Surprisingly, he calmed down and said, "Come with me to the Whitaker estate. Grandpa wants to meet you." As if remembering something, he added, "I'll give you 100 grand. You know what to say and what you shouldn't." Lindsey chuckled.

“Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.” I had no interest in wasting energy arguing. I gestured for them to step aside, planning to wait for Daniel elsewhere. “Wait!” Mia’s voice suddenly rose. Her gaze locked on my wrist, eyes widening. “E-Evelyn, what’s that on your hand?” People nearby began glancing over, curious. Before I could answer, Mia’s voice rang out, full of shock. “Is that… a Patek Philippe Aquanaut Luce? The minute repeater edition? Limited to five pieces worldwide? Three million dollars?”

ATTICUS POV We stretch a second before turning the next page in one of the books Logan sent us. We have been reading Alpha leadership books for hours now and we feel better about leading a group of people. Each book has covered different issues that have been plaguing our mind. Topics such as finances, diplomacy, and even counseling roles. No wonder Patrick Thurman was such a good Alpha. He had all this study material at his disposal and it seems he used it. "knock" "knock" the sound rings out seconds before my office door opens and Karina's face pops in smiling.

Yet, every year without fail, his comrades would deliver peach crisps on his behalf. At sixty, I stood at the lectern for the very last time and delivered my final lesson. Before I dismissed my class, my gaze drifted to the window, toward the green hillside I knew so well. There, beneath the sprawling branches of a tung tree, was a small, quiet mound of earth. Caleb's grave. My heart, weathered by decades, spoke the words my voice no longer could. 'Did you hear me, my love? I taught my whole life for you. I hope you were listening.' The End

"Greyson, you knew territory was a sensitive topic among packs, yet you used it to cause strain among them and demanded military back-up. But in truth, you were hoping to secure your position through war and gain resources for yourself, right?" Before Greyson could reply, I punched another one of Cole's friends in the gut. "Lucas, you tried to manipulate the conflict in the Council of Elders to your advantage and spread rumors of certain packs allying themselves with bounty hunters. But you were secretly trying to stir up unrest so you could paint yourself as the next democratic representative, weren't you?" I threw Lucas toward another person. They collided together like pendulums. "Theodor

"Obviously." He slid over a gift box, grinning. "Check it out. Anniversary present." Inside was my old design notebook—the one Lumi ripped to shreds. Every page was back together, the tears barely there. "It's proof of everything you've built." I lifted the notebook, still stunned—then spotted something underneath. A diamond ring. It was almost an exact match to one of my sketches. "I figured nothing would make you happier than seeing your design come to life." He said it all chill, like it wasn't a big deal. But the spark in his eyes? Total giveaway.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

Then, I came up with a reply, even if there was no one to see it now. "No, you didn't. You taught her love. You gave her the knowledge that someone was willing to fight fate, a system, and even himself, all for her. "You completed your mission flawlessly, Quincy. She's going to live a long, long life, carrying the love you carried for her inside her heart." … Side Story Three years had gone by since then. During that time, I published my new book—Exchange. I only wrote one message on the acknowledgement page. "To Quincy Shaw, my beloved. Thank you. You made sure I came out triumphant in this exchange."