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I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

*** She sat at the kitchen table, saying nothing. “Ya snapped it, didn’t ya.” Brody leaned forward. Chiseled jaw and dark eyes, his teeth too white, his frat bro was all bulging biceps and bottled tan. “Gonna shove her next to the ice cream?” Bro laughed and then lit a joint as he strolled to the window, his eyes peering at Eidolon below. “Predictable fucker, just like always.” “It wasn’t something I planned, you know?” he said. “Right,” his bro said. “She’ll end up with the meat in the walk-in.”

Then, only then, they would be proven wrong. … “So you see… bradykinesia… slow reflexes…” The professor’s words barely registered as I sat in class, doodling on the corner of my paper. I already knew all of this content anyway, and besides—my mind was wandering far too much to focus today. Heather’s words kept echoing in my mind: “Adrian will be the rightful heir.” Yeah, right. As if I would believe a word that ever came out of Heather’s mouth. Eric would return soon and show all of them that his place as heir of New Moon pack would never be contested.

I rested my head on his shoulder as we watched everyone talking and making plans for Dawn and Lucia's pups. It had been a tough, risky ride, and I couldn't say we were unscathed, but we lost and we gained. And being together like that in happiness and fulfillment that had no rival. I won, we won. Destiny is fulfilled! Good News💃💃💃💃💃. My Brother My Mate book 2 is out. it is titled "My Wolf My Reign". Please check it out🥰😘🥰

Brody and Cadoc are cousins, and that’s pretty much all they have in common. Brody oozes. Smarm. Entitlement. Human hair product. He won’t make eye contact with a scavenger. If he absolutely must, he’ll address the spot directly above your head. Cadoc, on the other hand, exudes. Confidence. Innate authority. Strength, command, intelligence. Superiority.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m Luca, Damien’s brother.” My mother blinked. “Damien’s brother?” Luca nodded politely. “Yes. I heard about Mr. Valenci, and I just came to check on him. I didn’t want to disturb your rest, so Selena and I spoke out here.” Her brows lifted slightly in surprise. I could see the questions swirling behind her eyes. “Damien never mentioned a brother.” “I’ve been away for quite some time,” Luca said smoothly, not missing a beat. “Business overseas. I recently came back.”

"Cooperate and your mother might live. Refuse and we send pieces of you until she comes running. Simple choice, Avery." I stood up fast. "You won't get anything from me. Jax will come looking. Damien and Ezra too. They locked arms against their own father for me. You think a locked door stops them?" Voss stayed seated but his eyes hardened. "The brothers are impressive. But they're distracted. Smoke alarms. Forest chases. Feral episodes in caves. Yes, we know about that too. Your bond is unstable. Perfect timing for us to step in." "How do you know about the cave?" I demanded, stepping closer to the desk. "That was private. You have people inside the estate?"

It read: “Babes, How are you doing? I have been trying to reach you. I am so sorry that happened to you. We are sending you love from the office. Jeremy really cares about you seeing the statement he released. Ps: We need to talk about Jeremy being your stepbrother that I didn’t know about. *smiley face, flirty face emoji and red heart emoji.* “Statement?” I muttered. “The remote… tune into the news channel.” I panicked. I needed to see the statement for myself.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

His glasses were somehow still on his face. "I couldn't..." He gasped. "I tried to stay away. Tried to logic through it. But my wolf wouldn't listen. He just kept saying mate, mate, MATE until I…" He noticed Maddox and Ronan. "Oh god. It's not just me." "No." Ronan's control was fracturing. I could see it in the way his hands shook. "It's all three of us." Silence fell. Three brothers. One girl. An impossible bond trying to form.