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I didn’t care, but I didn’t want the locals trigger-happy and putting down innocent animals. The moon hung high and full overhead. Two women ran along the trail with LED running lights around their upper arms and they both gasped when I passed them. I hid my speed as much as I dared. Let them think what they wanted. Like I could be an Olympian runner. I didn’t care. I needed to find that omega. Her honeysuckle and light cinnamon scent drifted on the wind like a thread among the pollution of the city. I quickened my steps and I didn’t care who saw me. The urge to find her squeezed my chest until I felt like I couldn’t take in enough air.

He bowed his head slightly as he approached. “I can’t thank you both enough for what you’ve done,” he said simply. Chris clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s what friends are for, right?” Fabian nodded, a smile tugging at his lips at that word: friends. “If there’s anything I can do to help you, just name it.” Chris hesitated for a moment before saying, “Well, there is one thing. There’s a blight in Moonstone…” Chris explained the blight to Fabian, the reason behind our tour of the packs. When he was finished, Fabian had a grim, but hopeful, expression on his face.

Steve summarized their progress and when Niccoli heard this, his face lit up as though he just remembered something noteworthy. "Did you just say a massive whale so huge it can fit an island on its back? I think I read something similar to that. Wait here." He beamed and without waiting for a response, he ran towards the aisle where most of the books related to Beasticology could be found. They almost forgot that this friend of theirs was a certified beast enthusiast. Meaning, if there was anyone from them who knew anything about this whale, it would be Niccoli. After a few minutes, the young prince returned carrying an enormous book almost as big as half of his body. As soon as he put it do

she said with concern written in her voice. I nodded as I waved an assuring smile. “Yes, I’m okay.” “Then what was that about Damian claiming that you were his?” She asked. “Promise you won’t freak out.” I pleaded and she nodded. “You know that stuff I said about being sold off to a billionaire…blah blah.” I said and she nodded correspondingly. I paused, “that was about me.” She didn’t react. More like she didn’t understand. “I’m being sold off to Damian Cooper as a slave in the disguise of a bride!” I said.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

We treated ourselves to dinner at my favorite restaurant, where the table next to us happened to be celebrating a birthday. It suddenly occurred to me that Caleb's birthday must be coming up. A quick check of the calendar confirmed it—this Sunday. On Sunday, I cleared my schedule completely, determined to make it a special day for him. He probably hadn't celebrated a birthday in years. After ordering our food, I left Caleb at the table to fetch the cake. As I walked back toward the restaurant, cake in hand, I unexpectedly crossed paths with Ethan and Casey. Casey was the first to speak. "Aren't you supposed to be divorced?"

BESTIE: But since I can't have you yet, I need you to tell me something. ME: Anything? BESTIE: Tell me what you'd do if you were here right now. I thought about it. Let myself imagine. ME: I'd crawl over to you. Slowly. Let you watch me. ME: I'd kiss your chest first. Right over your heart. ME: Then lower. Down your stomach. Feeling you tremble under my lips. ME: And then, BESTIE: And then? ME: And then I'd take you in my mouth. The way you like.

I wanted to pretend for a little while that we were just a couple, that our lives weren’t the stuff of political scandal and whispered betrayal. The bookstore we chose was nestled on a quiet side street, its painted sign slightly faded, its windows fogged from the morning chill. Inside, the space smelled of paper and dust, with warm lighting and handwritten shelf labels. The floors creaked beneath our steps. It reminded me of the orphanage’s tiny reading nook, where I had first learned to lose myself in pages. Richard lingered behind me, his presence comforting but unobtrusive. He occasionally plucked a book from a shelf, skimming the first few lines before handing it to me.

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

There is so much I want to say to him. “Lilah?” Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. “Yes?” “I asked you a question.” “Oh yes, you did.” I give him a brief smile. “If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say—” “The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole,” Beau says before I can. I turn to face him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. “How did you know?”