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my father continued, “perhaps we can discuss something beneficial to both our packs.” Cale raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh? And what would that be?” My father’s gaze shifted, landing on a woman standing beside Cale—a tall, fierce-looking beta with sharp eyes and an even sharper smirk. “Your beta,” my father said. “Is she… unattached?” A flicker of confusion crossed my face. What the hell was he doing? Cale’s smirk widened. “Casey? No, she’s not attached.” “Then perhaps,” my father suggested, “we could unite our packs through a bond. Luca could take Casey as his mate and be his Luna.”

"And now, I own you. I'm gonna leave you on this tree tied up and let my pack do whatever they want with you" "Nooo.. I'm Raelynn", I retorted immediately. "One name just like a dog?", He snorted. "Raelynn Miller", I replied quickly all because I wanted to be untied from the tree. "I'm gonna have fun breaking this stubbornness out of you", He spoke, his hand trailing down between my breasts. When he reached the rope tied around my torso, his fingers pulled at it, easily yanking it off me. Once the rope crumbled to the ground, I took a deep breath, feeling as if I could properly breathe now. I hugged myself, feeling uncomfortable underneath his heated gaze.

“The black dress. The one with the square neckline.” “Oh, good choice. It’s like ‘I’m classy, but I might break your heart if you’re not careful.’” Anna laughed, holding the phone to her ear as she stood and walked to the mirror. “Is this insane?” “Yes,” Dawn said. “But so was going out with that guy who owned seven cats and still lived with his mom, and you survived that.” “This feels… different,” Anna admitted softly. Dawn’s tone shifted. “Yeah. Because it is. This isn’t some guy from an app. This man made you forget you were in public. You haven’t smiled like that in forever.”

“It’s a love charm of sorts. It gives the intended a craving for that person like a second half of their soul is missing unless together. A useful technique if you wish to bind someone to you. How can they leave if you are all they crave?” It was true even in the short day that had passed since I left Cal. I was both dreading and hoping for the day he would come and find me once more. “Can I break it?” I asked, wanting to know if there was a way out. All spells I was learning could be reversed. “No,” she added, my hope shattering as I tried to swallow the urge to be sick, my throat burning. “But in order for it to continue, the intended has to remain close … separation has a way of weakening

“Sure, but the second it gets deleted – if it does – two new ones pop up. The best way to deal with it is reactivating your account and trying to get it verified. Trust me. The faster you do this, the better. I can help you, if you want.” “O-Okay.” Isabella quickly takes out her phone and reactivates her profile. Scooting closer to Isabella, Alan guides her through the steps to request verification. “But… What do I put at ‘Known for’? ‘Dating a celeb?’ And what ‘category’ do I choose? None of these options apply to me.”

“Excuse me? You’re jobless. You literally have all the time. The only thing on your to-do list is scrolling TikTok and making enemies with our cat in FaceTime filters.” Skylar burst into laughter. “She’s not wrong though.” “Whose side are you even on?” I hissed. Then I turned back to Mom, hands up in surrender. “Okay, fine. If I go on this one date with Bob—just one—will you drop the whole thing and let me suffer in peace?” She gasped with glee and clutched her invisible pearls. “You will?” “One date. Just one. No more matchmaking. No more Bob updates. No more random photos of his rice warehouse.”

Then, his profile popped up. No bio, just a single photograph: a clean, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to hold a quiet, conspiratorial amusement, and a background that suggested wealth—the kind of blurry, bokeh-effect city lights that only exist in penthouses or high-end hotel bars. His name was simply "J." I swiped right. The animation barely finished spinning before a notification pinged in the top right corner. It’s a Match! Before my thumb could even move to tap out a "Hey," another notification bloomed on the screen, this one a direct message.

It was a message from my online friend, Gigi. Gigi: [The other day, you mentioned seeing a psychologist who suggested you find a boyfriend; maybe it would help with your emotional excess. How's that going?] I thought for a moment, then typed my reply: [I had someone in mind, but now I've decided to change that. What about you? Didn't you say you added your crush on WhatsApp? How's the conversation going?] Gigi was a little troubled. [It's just okay. After adding him, I didn't feel like talking much. I still enjoy chatting with you more.]

“Agreed. And as a result, I think a dating app or two is the way to proceed. Kind of ‘set it and forget it’. Check out any matches every couple of days and go from there.” “Ugh. I really, really don’t want to do this,” Sarah protested. “I really think I am better off just staying by myself.” “Just try it out,” Karli suggested. “What’s the worst that could happen?” *** Two days later, Sarah called her best friend. “What’s the worst that could happen, that’s what you said to me, right?” “Uh oh,” Karli answered. “What happened?” “Oh, not much,” Sarah said. “Only twelve unsolicited pictures of complete strangers’ private parts.”

In a matter of minutes, we saw the gorgeous blond-furred she-wolf under the sun. “Fvck me, Grant! Is that a wolf or a Goddess? No one can be that hot! I think I’ve found my perfect match. The Fates are drunk gargoyles and did something wrong. She must be my fated mate. Someone pretty like that can only be paired with the Daddy-o here! ” My silly wolf literally drooled, looking at her.