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Stacey stands up walking to me kissing my cheek with her radiant smile"Hey stranger I miss you ,haven't seen you in a while" "You know you beautiful woman I am truly sure you will find someone who will love you and be what I can't be to you " her smile fades "what do you mean you calling off the wedding" Oh Stacey we were shoved together there was never any love " my tone is bitter and cold.

“Wow.” “Hi, I’m Ki,” Ki stands up and they shake hands. “Steven,” he says. “Is this the bond thing?” “Yeah,” Ki says. “You are my second chance. My first mate died in battle. I have a son.” “I knocked up a stalker and I have a daughter,” Steven says. “Are you going to reject me?” Ki asks. “NO,” I yell. “Steven needs a minute to process this, but he is not going to reject you. He wouldn’t hurt you like that.”

I heard the tiredness in Lernie's tone while still crying in Steven's arms. "Lernie, if you still recognize me as part of this family," Steven replied calmly, "you will try to understand me," I started to step away but Steven stopped my arm. "that Vance is now a part of my life."

"You still sound like heaven when you moan." They still know exactly what to say to unravel me completely. I was falling apart in their arms—completely unraveling. "You're ours," Xavier whispered. "Say it." I am. I always have been. But saying it makes it real. "No," I gasped, but it came out broken. "Say it," Sean growled. "Say you're ours."

“So, you’re the new wolf in the pack. Interesting.” Lyra’s smile faltered. She took a small step back. “What do you mean?” Steven shrugged, casual but arrogant. “Just saying. You’re a wolf, we’re lycans. Not every day do we get somebody like you aboard.” Lyra’s jaw clenched and her arms folded against her chest. “So what?” Steven chuckled at her obvious discomfiture. “No reason,” he said. “Just conversation.” He smiled, showing teeth as even and white as any Lyra had seen. “But you’ve got a story or two in you, don’t you.”

"Why am I still with Steven?" "Everything has been so messed up here lately Pretty sure he don't want to be my baby Oh he don't love me He don't love me He don't love me He don't love me But that's okay Everything is gonna be alright Everything is gonna be just fine It's gonna be a good, good life I'm a mess I'm a loser I'm a hater I'm user- Wait what," I stand from the bed and grab my phone from the drawer, "Lyrics for Bebe Rexha I'm a mess. Here we go.

I grinned and looked at the rolled up sleeve that exposed the tattoo. “Your father is good.” I said to him. “Got another song in you?” Steven asked me and gave me George’s guitar. I thought for a bit then smiled “You buy me a beer i might just.” I said to him. Steven jumped up and raced to the bar, jumping over the counter and bringing me a tall bottle. I grinned at him and popped the top. I took a couple of sips before I said, “Right, let’s see.” I tapped out a beat on the guitar before I started on Luke Bryans’ Knocking Boots.

I asked, concerned. “I’m in Heaven,” Steven said, smiling. “I couldn’t be better.” “So there is a Heaven?” A broad smile lit his lips. “Oh, yeah. And it’s more beautiful than you can imagine.” I smiled, happy for him. He was finally at peace. In my heart, I knew that I could let him go. “I love you, Steven.” “I know,” he said, smiling. “I love you, too.” He pulled me in for one last hug and whispered into my ear, “Close your eyes.”

"Don't worry, bae. You have talent and capability. This failure is just a temporary obstacle. I'll always be by your side." Steven let out a heavy sigh, his face filled with sadness and uncertainty. "I don't know if I can keep trying." Emma leaned in closer, looking into Steven's eyes with unwavering support. "You're stronger than you think, Steven." "Thank you, bae. We should get some rest. I'm exhausted," Steven whispered, planting a gentle kiss on Emma's lips.

His jaw twitched as if he wanted to say more, maybe shout, maybe beg louder, maybe even cry, but the sound of Steven’s feet thudding down the stairs cut through the tension. I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Steven burst into the living room, bag slung over his shoulder, his grin wide. “I’m ready now!” He stopped midway when he saw Jay standing stiff beside me. His head tilted a little, suspicion clouding his innocent eyes. “Uncle Jay?” Jay tried to force a smile, though it looked strained. “Hey, champ.” I reached out, brushing Steven’s shoulder gently. “Perfect timing, Steven,” I said softly. “I was just about to leave for my appointment. You’ll have fun with Uncle Jay,