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"This is incredible." Tasha nodded, but her eyes were focused on something else. She sat down on the bed and brought out a book from under her pillow, and then glanced back at Storm with a n unreadable expression. “Why are your eyes purple?” She whispered, clutching the book to her chest. Storm frowned at the question. “Genetics” She replied with a shrug although she knew it was deeper than that. She actually never knew the real meaning behind her eyes. But judging from the way her parents had always seemed to over react and hide it, Storm was sure that there was more to it.

His friends arrived one after another to congratulate him. "Congratulations! Have you picked out a name for the baby yet?" "Commander, it's such a big day. Where's Ariel? Don't tell me she still hasn't accepted you and Ella?" "Right? Why is she being so petty about this?" Remi didn't answer. He felt inexplicably anxious. The banquet was about to start, and there was still no sign of Ariel. Was she still angry? He'd lost his temper yesterday, but he hadn't meant it.

Looking closer, I find that whoever made it had changed the shape. “Thank you, I like it.” “I’m glad you do.” He returns the box and I slide down his body, going to bed once again with the thought of more. I had an early morning meeting with my agent. The book is going to be released today, and this is the last of the meetings. Greg is physically excited, he says everyone at the publishing house is talking about it. Ivan is at the gym, Serene has gone out with her friends again. There’s nobody to bounce this nervous energy off, so I call Court.

“Well… I went to get Ms. Lynn just now, but Ash was inside. She said she had something to deal with, so tonight’s meeting is canceled.” A few teammates could not help but mutter under their breath, “Isn’t this a bit much? Pre-mission meetings are a long-standing rule at the Institute. How can she just cancel it like that? Especially when Miles is here, she…” I dug my nails into my palm, forcing myself to calm down. “Let me go take a look.” The moment I pushed open Wynnie’s door, a coquettish laugh drifted out. She was sitting on Ash’s lap, one arm hooked around his neck, posing deliberately for the phone camera.

Her gaze swept over me before she frowned. "Why aren't you dressed yet?" I held up the half- mutilated rose "Good morning to you too." "Kammie." "Bettany." "The signing starts in three hours." "And?" "And you're standing in your pajamas bullying flowers." Right. The book signing. The event Trey and Bettany had practically bullied me into attending after four days of self-imposed isolation. "Just give me a minute, Bett." I groaned, throwing the stripped stem into the trash can.

Every frame was a silent indictment of the Wolfe empire. "He can't release this," I whispered, my fingers trembling on the glass. "This isn't a book launch. This is a declaration of war." Before I could call him, my phone buzzed. It was a calendar invite: *Celebratory Lunch - The Ivy. 1:00 PM. Just us. I met Nathan at the restaurant, my pulse hammering in my ears. He was already seated at a secluded corner table, looking relaxed and victorious. "Lena," he stood up, his smile as bright as the midday sun. "Did you see the teaser? The metrics from the focus groups are off the charts. People love a 'Phoenix rising from the ashes' story."

Her mate couldn't even look at her now? Her trail of thoughts was interrupted when Phoebe suddenly shouted the next words. "IT'S TIME TO PARTY!!" Would there be alcohol because Onyx suddenly wanted to party and drink to a stupor, first from happiness and celebration and second, for the anguish and misery she has been putting herself through for the past 13 years of her life. *~*

“Now let’s go.” “That’s it?” I ask, flabbergasted. “No yelling? No threats?” Onyx stops and chuckles before stalking back to me and reaching out to run his thumb over my lips. “Oh, hell no,” he chuckles, his eyes filled with mischief and lust as he winks before he bends down and tastes my lips. I shiver, my body instantly leaning into him, molding to his touch, and he pulls away. “There is a fucking storm coming for you, Matilda Mae.”

'You deserved every bit of what you got,' Orion said, his words flat and hard, like stones dropping. Phillipe's face got even redder, veins popping on his neck. 'I could lose everything because of this!' he yelled back, his voice cracking a little. He looked desperate, sweaty, his shirt sticking to him under his jacket. Orion's eyes went cold, like ice in a freezer. 'I'll see to it that you do,' he replied, his tone so low and mean it sent a chill down my spine. I sat there, my hands twisting in my lap, wondering what on earth they were talking about. Lose what? What had happened after the party? Secrets I didn't know, swirling around me like fog.