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‘Uhm uhm…’ “Angry?” she added. I snapped. “No!” I gulped down a lump. “You have no idea how happy I am that you called. I've been searching for your contact.” I could feel her blush in her tone. “I’m over the moon that a superstar was trying to dial my contact,” she giggled. “Then what happened? Why didn't you call anymore?” “I found your contact Seline on the school platforms. I think you didn't use your real name to save your contact.”

She picked up her phone and turned on a song from a cartoon she used to watch, but she changed the name and some other words so she could make it more relevant “Not your basic average were-girl..and I’m here to save the world..you can’t stop me ‘cause I’m Ell…e..anna..there is nothing I can’t do….if you’re in danger just know that I am on my way (know that I am on my way)…doesn’t matter where or when there’s trouble..if you just call my name…Ell..e..anna…call me, beep me, if you wanna reach me..if you wanna mind-link it’s ok…whenever you need me baby…call me, beep me if you wanna reach me….call me..beep me…if you wanna reach me…Elleanna…doesn’t matter where doesn’t matter when..I will be the

As soon as the call ended, she scrolled through her contact, tapped on Elena’s number and dialed it immediately. “Elena, meet me at the pavilion now. Please. ” she requested hurriedly.

I felt my heartache at his words, I really had no choice. After all, I was homeless. "Assirem," I answered, using the name my father used to call me. The name that I always adored. It's 'hope' in Tamazight. No more Karima, this would be my name from now on. "Okay, little hope, I am Aylan, now I hope you forgive me for my foolish actions," He said before picking me up and putting me on his back with my stuff in another.

My face remained composed as I answered coolly, "I don't hate you. The law will teach you how to live as a better man." His expression froze, stiff as if glued in place. "I truly know I was wrong. Please, help me. I don't want to go to prison." So that was why he had called me. My disappointment ran deep. He still hadn't learned. I asked anyway, curious. "And how exactly do you want me to help you?" He leaned forward, voice dropping to a furtive whisper, as though terrified of being overheard. "I know you have influence. If you use your connections to forge evidence for me, I can walk free."

He looked at me like a victor surveying his conquest, clearly waiting for me to fall to my knees in gratitude for his so-called generosity. That was when I slowly stood up and walked over to him. Then, I calmly took the other microphone from the emcee. "Mr. Booker, how generous of you," I said calmly. My voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the room with perfect clarity. "However, I'm just curious where exactly you get the money to buy me that apartment." I watched Benny's expression begin to shift, then turned my gaze toward the large screen. "Could it be from selling off my father's belongings?"

As if trying to unmask me and see my broken inside and my weakness. “Well, as you can see, Damon isn't here and I should be on my way out.” I walk past him towards the exit. “My name is Rowan.” I stop and glance behind my shoulder with a frown. “I know.” He walks up to me and chuckles. I sense a bit of nervousness in his voice. “I'm sorry, I'm just trying to start a conversation and I suck at it.” He is very similar to Damon. Why does looking at him ache my heart? “Look, Master Rowan–”

Eleven said. "What's your name?" the man said. “Eleven" “Okay, listen to me El, I have a family, I love my wife and my son. Yes my son is about the same age as you. I have no interest in touching you because you are just a young girl, my wife is prettier than you and that is more than enough for me. But, your father owes me a debt, a very high debt, I think with him not working like now, he won't be able to pay it off. When my men said he wanted to sell you, to be honest I wasn't interested, I'm a bookie, I don't play human trafficking, that's not my type. But one of my men, the man who brought you here, he said if your father abused you, he saw it himself because it shows on your body and y

Kai quickly tried to pull his hand back. But Adrian gently caught it before he could. Kai’s pulse jumped. “Adrian—” “You reached for me.” “I noticed.” Adrian studied their hands. Kai’s fingers were wrapped around his wrist, warm and slightly trembling. “Your Omega instincts want contact,” Adrian said calmly. Kai looked away. “That’s humiliating.” “No.” Kai frowned. “You keep saying that.” Adrian met his gaze again. “Because it’s true.” Kai swallowed. “Does it bother you?”