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I just stood there, frozen, staring at the phone. The girl paused, then said, a little thrown, "Liam? You there?" That voice—I knew it. It was Nina. Eighteen. Memories slammed into me like a wave. Twelve years ago, around this time, Nina called to tell me she was in love. I forced the panic down. My voice came out dry. "What do you want with Liam?" She hesitated. "Who is this?" I dodged it. "You're calling Liam Lambert... planning to confess, right?"

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It takes my attention away from my ranting mind. Before I know it the day's over and I make my way onto the busy roads of the peak hours in Johannesburg. "Oh, you don't know what sadness means," Alessia Cara sings, I always feel like she talks to my soul. "'Til you're too sad to fall asleep," I look outside my window after stopping at a red light. A lady looking too unwell to be standing on the side of the road asks for change and I hand her a few coins. "One day, I'll be snoozin' peacefully," I decide I'm going to have McDonald's for dinner as I turn onto the road leading there.

“I can see that all of this might be confusing to you, but I assure you that we have nothing to do with cult activities. And I hope that in due time, things will be explained to you in further detail.” “Now that you know our names, how about sharing your own?” I think for a second, do I give my real name? An endless stream of films with this scenario is playing in my mind, wondering what outcome turned out to be best. Fuck it. I opt for honesty rather than a lie. Hoping it proved me trustworthy enough to set free with their little secret.” Hadley”

In fact, am almost at my destination. 'Can I have your number?' 'Well, well I don't have a handset yet.' 'How about my own number? You can call me at any time,' Dom returned most persuasively. 'Maybe, some other time.' 'You have not changed, Nelly.' 'Maybe you are right. A leopard may never change its skin.' 'But having my number won't hurt you. You may even decide not to call me.' 'If I won't call you, then, it's hypocrisy taking your number.'

I answered calmly. Before he could say anything, I hung up the phone. The moment the call ended, I realized I was still standing on pack grounds. The werewolves around were all staring at me. When I met their eyes, they quickly looked away. Just then, another call came from an unknown number. "Hello, this is Werewolf Temple. We’re calling for a final confirmation—do you and the Red Moon Pack alpha still want a bond breaking mediation?" "There is no need. Proceed with the bond breaking," I answered.

You have disconnected. "Freak." I said to myself. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like Gage Stockholm Stranger: I'm a huge fan of 1D!! Me: same :) Stranger: they're like the best ryt? Me: yes they are. You have disconnected. I sigh. You're chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You both like art and New York Me: Are you Gage? Stranger: I'm Nelly. Who's Gage?

" I nodded at him and gave him a soft smile. Then, I watched him slowly lay down beside me. He drifted to sleep in no time, his breathing even and steady. I took his phone from the bedside table and easily unlocked it with the passcode. His phone wallpaper was the photo he took with me when we watched the sunset at the peak of Mount Arietta. In the photo, he kissed the top of my head without warning. I tapped into his WhatsApp and saw that he had pinned two chats—one was with me and the other with Phyllis. I couldn't believe a busy Alpha like him would save an Omega's contact—let alone pin her chat! This was a special treatment that he had not even accorded his most trusted Beta. How ironic!

Her eyes were crimson with rage, but I smiled, eerie and sharp, then kicked off the ledge and let myself fall. "Anna! What have you done?" Calvin's anguished cry echoed as I plummeted. Anna froze, staring at her trembling hands. Below, a truck exploded, flames swallowing everything.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? "Find me everything you can on Gold Ambrose," I told my assistant as he entered with reports. He blinked, confused. “Uhn?” I narrowed my eyes. “I want to know everything.” He nodded and turned to leave, but my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, but Truecaller displayed the name: Gold Ambrose. A jolt of excitement hit me, like a damn teenager after his first time. I cleared my throat, trying to act calm as I answered, ignoring the curious glance from my assistant.