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“But this is terrible. How could you tell the guy you're in love with, that you would help him search for his Luna? Like seriously. Do you really intend to search for her?” “Please don't ask me. To be honest, I don't know what came over me to make such a promise. It was unlike me, maybe because I saw him look so dejected, and I wanted to help him so badly that nothing came to mind except helping him with what he really wanted.” “Goodness? I never knew that you could be this caring. I need to give you a hand to applaud my friend. It's really difficult to see a girl who is prepared to sacrifice her happiness all because she wants to help.”

I appreciated that he was willing to help me despite the potential of the help he was offering hurting his friend in the longterm. “What are friends for?” He winked, offering me his arm. “Amalie tells me she wants an invite for dinner once you are feeling up to it.” He smiled down at me. Amalie was his mate, and while I did not spend all that much time with her, I knew she too had helped Marcus with these plans.

“I hate seeing damsels get hit on by jerks.” I get it now. He was just like every other man here who wanted me. “What do you want?” “I saw you in that hall. I saw how much of a fool that bastard made you look. I can help you get back at him.” I raised a brow. “How?” He stepped closer. “Marry me. I'm the CEO of Jaxton enterprises. You're one of the best marketing prodigies the business world has ever seen. I want that for my business. And in exchange..”

He did not know the reason why, nor even to questioning himself whether his intuition was right or not, but it felt like all the love he had ever felt for a human woman named Erna Chen vanished without a trace. Now, the focus of his attention was only on Nicholas Southampton. Now and forever. "Do I need a reason to help you?" he said in a half sarcastic tone. "My grandfather since childhood always taught me to help anyone who needs help." "For what reason? It would be much better if you were with your harmonious family and lived an ordinary life instead of having to help me and getting rejected by your own family–”

“Of course. I get it. Um, so…how can I help?” Feeling even more awkward, I tell the father of the she-wolf that I used to love, “I think that I’ve found my mate.” Hakeem’s eyes widen and his smile is large as he claps me on the shoulders. “Mazel Tov, Caleb! That’s amazing!”

" The engine quieted. I sat there in the dark, vision swimming. Five years ago, I was kneeling by Mom's hospital bed when the monitor flatlined. The blast took her. Dad didn't last much longer. Then Alex showed up. All soft words and perfect timing. "Marry me," he said. "I'll take care of you." I thought it was love. Turns out, it was a setup. And me? I handed him everything like a total idiot. My phone buzzed. Alex: [Darling, there's a charity dinner tonight. Wear that blue gown. I'll pick you up at seven.] I stared at the screen, hands heavy. Then typed: [Okay.] ***

she huffed Arun chuckled, that stupid soft chuckle that always made her heart skip for reasons she couldn’t explain. “Here. Let me help,” he said, walking over and gently taking the eyeliner bottle from her hand. “You know how to apply eyeliner?” she asked “I’ve lived with a most gorgeous woman in my life. Observing is free,” he said with a shrug, and smiled remembering how he stayed up all night watching tutorials after tutorials in YouTube to help her wear the perfect eyeliner when she was his wife! His Anju. Anjali’s heart dropped! A woman in his life???

“Or… end up in hotel rooms with them.” A faint hint of amusement showed on Tim’s face. “You’re doing both.” Daniel smiled weakly. “Yeah. I guess tonight isn’t exactly a normal night.” “No,” Tim agreed. “It’s not.” The words hung there, carrying a meaning neither of them fully admitted to. Daniel waited for a moment, then asked quietly, “Why did you help me?” Tim’s eyes didn’t move away. “Because you needed it.” “Is that it?” “That’s enough.”

I say sadly. “M-my U-uncle a-and h-his f-friends and m-my c-cousins w-were l-like th-that be-before Lu-Luna K-Kayia and A-Alpha D-Dylan and A-Alpha Ace s-saved m-me a-and G-gave m-me th-this j-job,” he says, still nervous. “The goddess may think we can help one another heal,” I reply. I feel bad that my mate is not the guy I have been emailing and texting, Dorian, but my mate is perfect. Dorian and I have been speaking and exchanging photos online and he is the only person other than my perfect little mate who has ever made me feel desire.

"Because it's late and I'm worried about you." I gape at him. This is the first time I heard him say something like that and I don't know how to respond. I just shuffle the papers on my desk, waiting for him to continue. "You know, you need a companion. A partner." He looked at me gravely. "I have raised you well and prepared you for the role properly, but you need someone to help you. You need someone to take care of you and make everything better. You need your mate.: