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Rowan pressed his back to the wall, and I copied him, trying not to even breathe too loudly. Footsteps. Slow and heavy. Getting closer. I pressed a hand to my mouth. My mark—burning faintly on my neck—tingled like it knew he was near. Like it wanted me to walk toward him instead of away. But I forced myself to stay still. I could hear Kael’s voice, low and serious, talking to someone—probably a guard. He was only a few steps away. If he turned, if he saw us— Rowan reached for my hand and squeezed it gently, like he was saying, Don’t move. Don’t even blink.

Hundreds and hundred of books lined the shelves and he led me to seat by the window on a window seat. He stood in front of me, hiding something behind him. "What that?" I asked, curiousity getting the better of me. He revealed it to me, his entire body trembling in excitement, "it's our memories in hard copy!" He grinned, showing me the album book he had pulled out from one of the shelves. I took the book excitedly, opening it. Almost immediately, a naked picture of fetus Shawn jumped at me. No, you don't understand. Like, an actual fetus picture of Shawn in the womb.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

Looking through the shelves for fascinating books, I picked five books that I really liked. Holding the books in my arm, I walked toward the art section to get a new set of brush and paint but end up picking more than that, like I said before Art is my weakness. I took the books and art material I got to the cashier at the end of the shop. the cashier who looks like a guy of my age, stands behind the machine scanning the goods I just brought, he kept sneaking looks at me. I stretched my credit card to him, he swipes it on his machine then hands back the card together with the receipt, but he kept look at me.

Elliot exclaimed making Primo chuckle and Prima a bit shy but laugh it out anyway. "Now come and follow me." He said as he grab Prima by the hand and he held her luggage on his left hand since he only had bag packs. While Primo followed behind them. As they step out of the airport, large scary buildings welcome them. Gun took his camera out on his luggage and took a picture and after that, they hopped in on a taxi. Primo was watching every place they passed, mesmerized by all the beautiful buildings and billboards. "Woaaahh" he blurted out as he saw a large pickachu picture on an anime shop. His eyes could turn into hearts from too much happiness.

The man looked at the woman, pretending to be dead all the way, without a few minutes of sobriety. Getting ready to go home, how eager, how longing. The whole healthy person can be seen at a glance. A little sign of motion sickness no longer exists. The nephew clings to the woman like the super glue. She is not strong enough to hug, the little boy just needs to hold her hand, satisfied enough. On his back, he carried a bear backpack, stuffed a few miscellaneous things, and walked like a triumphant general.

I knew I was forming a blush on my face damn mate bond. Beta Nick walked up to me " Good takedown , where did you learn that at ? " He asked because I am sure he had never seen an move like that . " A friend had taught me some time ago. " I told him without saying the details. " Uh… well lucky you " he said walked over to Alpha Kane . Something said between them because they're mindlinking each other . I looked at my sisters and needless to say, their eyes were wide as saucers.

This life… still feels unreal. Ethan didn’t stop there. When they reached the counter, he didn’t step forward. He didn’t take the card. Instead—he let her handle it. “Use it,” he said simply from where he sat at the lounge, relaxed, composed, as if this was nothing. As if this was normal. Belle froze. The black card in her hand suddenly felt heavier than all the bags she carried combined. Her fingers tightened around it as she approached the counter, her steps hesitant. A thin sheen of sweat formed on her forehead despite the cool air inside the boutique.

He bumps into a shelf and a couple of books drop from the rack. “Thanks for giving me another work to do.” Archie groans as he squats to pack up the book, but Kayla slightly pushes him off, she squats and picks up a book with a black shroud. “Guess what I found?” Kayla smirks, standing up from the floor and grinning wildly. “What?” He pouts, standing up with a frown. “Emblem of gold in another version.” she smiled in perpetrating her duty. Archie smiles in disbelief. “Really? Let me see.” he steps forward but Kayla slaps his hand off.

she mumbled like she always did before any incident happened. ****** Thanks for reading. And yeah, please give a chance to my other books as well. Beta Nicholas is a werewolf romance. Please read it too, and the decision of completing it is completely on you. Thanks. And please, vote for the story :)