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"I got it at the Platinum Auction. Take care of it. If you lose it, I'll deal with you." Sasha shuddered, forcing her voice to stay steady. "Why not give it to your mother? Or your sister?" "You know what my mother's like. She wants only the best. This? She wouldn't give it a second look." Blake lounged casually, legs spread. When he mentioned his younger sister, Hazel Thorne, his eyes softened with indulgence. "I showed it to her. She doesn't like the color. Says it makes her look old. "She asked me for Graff instead; she said all her friends wear that brand, and nobody wears jewelry like this. No sense of value at all. Ridiculous, right?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she gushed, "Thank goodness you're okay! This time, I managed to save you." Yes. Everything was finally over. We had been unhappy with each other for more than 30 years in the previous life. This time, we should just live our own lives peacefully. Subconsciously, I dug my fingernails into my palm and forced a strained smile. "Yeah. So now, we're even. You can pursue your own happiness." Britney's eyes were filled with confusion as she opened her mouth to speak. But before she could say anything, Lionel and the others rushed over and surrounded us anxiously.

All we knew was that we wanted to go to a quiet place, just the two of us. We wanted to rest after the exhausting events of tonight. It was somewhat bright now because it was already early morning. The whole place was chaotic, and many werewolves were injured and affected. Fortunately, no one died. I knew that even in that form, Aunt Amara was trying to restrain herself from killing others again. I noticed that when she was fighting me, there were moments when she looked at me, and those looks seemed to show concern about who I was. I forgive her. Sometimes certain things happen. Painful events can ultimately lead to opening the door to lifelong happiness. And that happiness was Vince.

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Isaac The rules for choosing the new bride were clear. They cared about looks — face, body, posture. They cared about blood scent. And most of all, loyalty. The first two tests were easy. Almost too easy. They lined us up in the courtyard, two nights before the blood moon. Blue flames flickered in silver chandeliers above us. We stood there while vampires watched us from a high balcony, silent and serious. They looked at everything — our skin, how we stood, how we moved. The Devereux didn’t just want power. They wanted beauty too.

Hand in hand, we walked forward, with Millicent and Jonathan's laughter echoing around us. We followed the sound of their laughter, slowly making our way home.

They woke up before dawn. Not because they planned to. Because neither of them could sleep. The weight of the day pressed against their chests like something waiting to be born. Maya turned to him in the dark. “Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” “The bench.” “The bench.” They dressed in silence. The house was still. The coffee maker hadn't even started its morning hum. They left before the sun had the decency to rise. The drive to the old campus was familiar and foreign at the same time. Every turn, every streetlight, every stretch of highway held memories. Some good. Some unbearable.

Slick gushed out of him as his entrance clenched around nothing, the smell of cherry blossoms assaulting Xavier's senses. The alpha looked up as his tongue swirled around the tip of Vernon's cock, a predatory glint in his eyes. He sucked deeply again, relishing the gasp that escaped the omega's lips. "Xavier... ahhh..." This was a great way to start the morning. **************** Mike absentmindedly doodled on his book, droning out the noise from his classmates. The free period was a torture for him as the rest of the students talked loudly, gossiped and banged their tables while laughing.