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I want everything to begin on a clean slate. “Hello?" I called out tentatively. A tall girl, standing at probably 5'10 with jet black hair and multiple piercings came out dressed in what appeared to be black pajamas. She had a goth vibe to her which to be honest wasn't what I was expecting but I was willing to work with that. I smiled brightly and detached myself from Finn to go say hi. “Who are you guys?" she asked with a raised brow, not cheery in the least.

He faced pressure from the pack, lost control of his familial affairs, and even faced the prospect of being stripped of his pack Alpha status. Later on, I occasionally heard news about them where they spent all day arguing and mutually accusing each other, living as miserably as ever. However, none of these had anything to do with me anymore. Misty said, "Nessie, they deserved everything that happened to them. You don't have to keep thinking about it." In the meantime, my work was getting on very smoothly, and the newly-released collector's edition series I led managed to secure an order from the Alpha King. Besides, I had also set up my own studio as well, and made friends with other werewo

he took in a weighty breath. The tightness in her muscles relaxed. There was something in his voice. Forlorn, hurt. She'd never lost a parent. She didn't know this flavour of pain. Her heart ached for him. “I couldn't give a shit about your whereabouts” he finished. His words tore, a sharp gash to her chest. Blood seeped from it. Somehow she still told herself that he wasn't like this. The mate bond would turn his heart. They could rule together. Learn each other. They could be happy.

“No deals. No favors. Not like that.” “He owes me. It wouldn’t be shady—” “Javi. Please.” He didn’t argue. He never did. After he left, I lay down on the old couch in the living room. I wrapped myself in a thin blanket and stared at the cracked ceiling. Thunder rolled in the distance. The rain had started again. My phone buzzed. A message from my boss at the diner. “Emergency. Clean Club Rosario. Extra cash. Midnight.” Midnight? I looked at the time. 11:32 p.m.

I pulled air into my lungs, shaky but real. Blake didn’t move closer. Didn’t ask if I was okay. He just stood where he was, gaze heavy, steady, a wall between me and the rest of the lot. And for the first time all day, I didn’t feel like I needed to run. Later, after the engines cooled and the sun sank low, I slipped back inside. The air smelled of coffee and stale smoke, quieter now that some of the men had taken their rides out. I found a chair near the corner, half-hidden in shadow. My body ached with exhaustion, but my mind wouldn’t let me rest.

He taunted. I was fuming in rage by then, and I didn’t see any way of we working like nothing ever happened between us. If that continued, everyone would've come to know there were more to us, not that it was a crime and I never told Sebastian that he was the only man in my life. The thing was I kept my mouth shut and I had already lost the chance to come clean. What I was even thinking? Before I could replied to Noah, a man in his late thirties wearing a black suit came in the line of my vision.

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He is insane. “Now you have two options Angel. Either you stay by my side as my secret lover or else see on your own eyes suffering your family and the every people close to you.” 𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙍𝙨, 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙡'𝙢 𝙨𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙛𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬� �𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙪𝙥𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩... 𝙭𝙭

He got up and walked past Ariel out the door, while Nancy and Matt followed. As Nancy left, she shot Ariel a complicated yet ironic look. The agent seemed flustered, "Please think about it, Ms. Walker! That's Mr. Larkin from Bluum Corp! He's rich and trying to please his mother-in-law, so money is nothing to him if he wants to buy the gallery! You'd be crazy to say no!" Ariel couldn't hear a word of it as she walked out numb. It felt like she'd been slapped hard several times until she could barely breathe.

"And then I'll let him live. Let him spend the rest of his miserable life in despair." A knock on the door pulled me from my memory. The door opened, and a messenger in a black cloak stepped inside. "Lady Nix, a top-tier commission has arrived." He placed a sealed scroll on my desk. I broke the seal and saw the familiar signature. Ryan Blackthorn. The request was simple: Find the Heart of the Moon. A myth. An artifact fabled to heal any wound of bloodline or soul. The client was willing to pay with the entire Blackthorn family fortune.