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My heart pounded in my chest, and I tried to steady my breathing, hoping no one had noticed the exchange. But someone had noticed. Cassandra, dressed in a stunning white gown that clung to her perfect figure, stepped onto the platform next to Rollins. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and she wore a confident smile, though her eyes were sharp and calculating. As she reached Rollins, she caught the way his eyes had been on me, and her smile faltered ever so slightly. Cassandra turned to him, her voice soft but firm as she spoke. “Rollins,” she said, her tone a gentle reminder, “it’s time.”

Cinnia stepped into the changing rooms to test her outfit and in turn, the figure followed her into the changing rooms only to be met with a pocket knife aimed at their jugular. “Who or what are you?” she asked, trying to sound as threatening as possible. “You already know what I am. I have been searching all over for you, Cinnia.” The figure took its hood off, revealing a youthful face and cascading blonde hair. “Somno.” Before Cinnia could say another word, a strange-smelling powder was blown into her face causing her eyes to roll back into her head with her knife clattering to the ground as the blonde woman caught her limp body with surprising strength.

She sighed and then dropped her phone by her side. The rest of the day went out quickly. The next day Maria began her search for Naomi’s boyfriend or ex boyfriend. However, she didn't see him at the spot he fought with Naomi. She asked the restaurant owner but they didn't know anyone by the name of Naomi or her boyfriend whom she didn't know the name of. Maria decided to have lunch since she didn't have breakfast. She was ordering her food when a man walked in, the man caught her attention because of his perfume. The perfume was made for one person and that person was Andre. She knew the perfume well and could recognize it anywhere. By his side was a lady, the lady was extremely beautiful an

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She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

It was supposed to be a sequined dress, but it looked like there was barely enough material in my hands to create a bikini, much less a full outfit. Still, the material held her scent. The delicately floral combination of sweetpea’s and jasmine on a hot summer’s afternoon. And it was enough to make me salivate. But there, underneath the heady mixture perfume that was my mate, was another scent. A masculine scent. The idea of another man touching what was mine was enough to emit a low growl of disapproval. My blood running hot at the idea and the familiar sensation of fury clawing its way through my blood.

Alex motioned his finger and they reached inside a big hall that had lesser lights than outside. Iris's breath hitched the moment her eyes landed on the man standing there all dressed in a nice tuxedo as if he was going to marry someone. There was another man who looked older and a bit weird because of his tattoed face and green burning eyes. There was no one but she heard that the mating ceremony has to be done in front of the packs to let the members know who their Luna would be. "You are late...." Leonard's icy cold tone hit her hard that for a second she thought to turn on her heels and make an attempt of running away from there.

“What job am I going to do today?” “Hm,” he looked at the tablet he was holding, scrolling through a few pages before looking at her. “Your schedule is packed Ms. Calixto.” “Am I really starting now? I don’t even know what she does! Like… her mannerisms or something. Don’t people know that about her?” Rojean panicked, looking around the room if there was something she could base Gizelle off from. “Sei liked her black clothes. Do you fancy wearing black clothes? Are you okay wearing black clothes?” Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room.

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Then, she got down on her hands and knees and shoved them one by one through the crack of my door, trying to cover up the smell of death. The white mothballs rolled into the room and stopped beside my corpse. "Mom, that's not the smell of garbage. That's the smell of your daughter rotting." Did she not suspect anything at all? If she just opened the door and looked, just once, she would finally see. However, she did not. Mom dusted off her hands, looking pleased with herself. Just then, the delivery guy downstairs shouted up, "Layla! You've got mail!" Mom went down to get it and came back with a thick envelope stamped with the City Culinary Association’s logo.