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Lily asked back Cleo sighed, “We fought last night! That’s why I ask you to meet up. I want you to tell me about something,” “Oh no! What’s happened? Luke is stubborn, don’t take him seriously. I’ll help if I can, just tell me!” Lily rubbed Cleo’s hand “Thanks Lily! I know I can count on you.” Cleo smiled “So, yesterday I saw Luke with a woman. I tried to find out who she is and I got a name. She…...She is Stephanie Clark. I want to know if she is Stephanie you had mentioned before, the woman Luke loves dearly,” Cleo asked with worried

If I find out that I am pregnant, I will behave and then give birth and then he would eventually have an heir to the pack. Suddenly, I got pulled back by my arm, landing smack into Rowan’s chest. I looked up at him and he was just staring down at me with a scowl on his face. “You will one day be the death of me, you drive me crazy, Clark. You can’t go back to your old packhouse” Rowan whispered as he stared intently into my eyes. I reverted my eyes, not wanting to stare into his. Something inside of me made me want him, pine for him. He was getting under my skin and I didn’t want to have him know it.

Rachel hissed. “I told them the truth,” Clark replied, infuriatingly even. “We haven’t touched each other once. Not since that first awkward dinner..If you’re really pregnant, it’s not mine.” My goodness…Clark's confidence was sexy but alarming. Then Rachel’s voice cracked. “I’m… I’m not pregnant… I was just bloated….I thought maybe I don’t know.” “You thought lying about a baby would finally make me commit quickly to the union between the both of us?” Clark’s laugh was short, bitter.

Wilson asked who was on the other line. "Where?" "Let's go bar-hopping," he said. "It is on Clark." My two eyebrows rose. "Clark? What happened to that man? What's wrong?" Wilson laughed. "He confessed his love for the woman he loved and got rejected. Well, the fool must have gone crazy. He's going to get drunk." The shock I felt was twice that when I found out about what happened to Clark. Among our friends, he was the one who didn't have time to go clubbing and didn't believe in love. Then what is happening to him right now? Maybe the universe is playing on us!

Innocent blood–not exactly innocent, of course, but it was still murder regardless. “How can you talk about lunch when you heard what that last man said? Kingsley sent him. That only means that he's in town. You know how messy this can get, Clark. I only want safety for my children and Elena.” Clark nodded. His face was a shade of red, and I knew why. I hadn't included his lover, Marie. I still found it strange that he had fallen in love with her over such a short time. “And Marie, of course.” I added.

"Clark, I know I was wrong. Please, let me go... I did it because I love you so much..." Tears filled her eyes, her face contorted with fear. Clark's menacing demeanor made her feel like he could snap and strangle her at any moment. "You love me so much?" Clark's smile twisted into something sinister. He glared at her, speaking slowly. "You love me so much that you deliberately swapped my and Nyla's test results, stirred up trouble to make us divorce, and now you want me to believe that this bastard in your womb is mine? You sure do love me!"

I had an idea that they may have been sneaking around, or at least flirting, but I somehow missed that they were completely and totally in love with one another. "I thought we agreed," Clark mummers against Tilly's hair and I feel a wave of romantic flutters in my chest. The gesture is so sweet. From what I see, Clark is a giving, gentle lover. "We were going to wait until Christmas." "That's more than a month away you two," I stomp my foot. "What aren't you..." There is a loud knock on the door. Clark sighs in relief. "That's probably Atlas."

“When it’s just us, call me Clark. As for your mate, I’ll come up with a story. Stick to it, and everything will be fine.” “I’ll do whatever you say.” I beamed at him. “Then tell Damian to stop sending me transfer requests, and I expect you back on your old routine.” “I’ll do it, Clark! Thank you so much!” Clark looked a little awkward. He gave a small nod and walked toward the door. I followed close behind, deciding I’d be a good girl—as long as he kept being good to me. I sat at the table and waited patiently. With Lohan’s situation finally resolved, I felt at ease.

Fenella’s POV While whispering those sorry words in his ear, I still hugged him tightly. Clark's hunched posture made it easy for me to whisper in his ear. He hugged me tightly, as if I were going to leave him forever. He was still crying, and his tears wetted my shoulder. I don't know why, but I understood Clark's feelings. Just like Lloyd, who also hoped to be treated seriously, even though he was younger. Just like me, who really liked Laird.

Lylith gasped, her voice ragged between breaths. Silence hung heavy in the air. "Chuck, say something!" She pressed desperate kisses to his face. "You still love me, don't you?" Just like that, Chuck's interest vanished. He stood, put on his shirt, and began buttoning it, his back to her. Lorrie's face kept flashing through his mind. "I'll give you anything you want if you stay. But the title of 'wife'? That belongs to Lorrie." Lylith stiffened for a heartbeat. Then she snatched the nearest pillow and launched it at Chuck with everything she had.