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Then she picked up her phone, and scrolled, scrolled and scrolled. Then stopped. “Business mogul and billionaire tycoon Jasper Moretti found dead in abandoned house” the headline of the news read. Her heart skipped. "Is this one of Ethan's friends?" She asked herself. “Might be a coincidence. Maybe a name sake.” She dropped the phone and took up the book once more. Flipping more pages even though her head screamed not to. She flipped once then stopped, and flipped it back. Her heart dropped. "Nolan Cross.” Boldly written in black ink, different from the others.

“I’m simply saying: the Cross effect is doing what it does. Rebranding. Repurposing. Turning a woman who walked out of your house with nothing into a symbol the city wants to cherish.” He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. A few weeks ago, Mya had been a footnote, relegated to gossip blogs and pitying whispers. Then Cameron Cross had posted a photo at a dinner table, and the headline writers had done the rest: From Abandoned Wife to Billionaire Heiress. He had scoffed at first. It would pass. The city’s appetite for redemption had the attention span of a child; they would feed and forget. They hadn’t. And the first shocks were already rolling through his world.

Alice snaps at her as she reaches for the card; my friend is so tiny that Sapphire easily manages to put the card out of her reach by holding it up in the air. “Not a chance. A wolfless freak, Omega, can’t go to a mate gathering; Alpha Thorn will turn her away at the border.” Sapphire spits down at me; I slowly come back to my feet with the dress in my hands. “Give me the dress; it won’t fit a chubster freak like you anyway.” I look down at my body as I hold the dress close to my chest; my robe has partially opened, displaying my plain bra and simple panties. Sapphire notices and bursts out laughing just as her friends start walking along the hall. My face flames as I rush to close the robe;

Cross spoke out. I didn't notice that he had fully undone my dress. I had no bra on and my nipples were already hardened from the kisses. Cross descended on them with moisted lips. I groaned in excitement. He kept on sucking and gently squeezing my blossom. I felt his lips tracing drown my belly button. His touch gave me a wild shiver. Cross was the master of my body. He knew all the right spots that would turned me on. “I like you too.” I let out a soft whisper fighting the urge not to say the wrong thing.

I grid against the body behind me and stroked his hard-on through his pants, as I touched him, he pulled me closer, making me moan. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear. "Oh? " I chuckled as the music changed to another song. He grabbed my wrist and pulled towards the bar. He sat down next to me. He was beautiful. "What's a beautiful woman doing here all alone? Our eyes met; he had the most pretty brown eyes; you will ever see. I am not alone." I pointed to my best friend, who was dry-humping two random men. "Look like your friend is having fun," he chuckled.

Dexter came forward with a smile as he asked what should be done to me today. " Rip her clothes off" " Burn her alive" " Let's have turns with her" I heard hateful replies as Dexter continued laughing, obviously enjoying himself. He asked for a knife as he took hold of the hem of my already torn dress. He stripped me off and left me in my underwear.A roar of laughter followed as he was about to touch my breast. I felt my eyes twitch. I let out a loud howl as my wolf took control. The chain broke and I immediately shifted in the air. I landed on one of the rogues closest to me as I chewed away its neck . As everyone was in shock I used that as an advantage to run away. I ran without looking b

The wetness of the dress made movement easier and he moaned in a sickening tone at the pleasure he felt. He raised both her arms, pulling the dress over her head and tossing it to the ground. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Cassie was crying hard now, her tears mixing with the water still pouring on her body. She shut her eyes tightly as Damian's hands kept moving over every inch of her body. She hated herself and she longed for Xavier.

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

here," Althea said sheepishly when Katrina answered back, "Oh, my dear. You are the one taking us there. Don't worry about the kids...they are not yours, anyway.""But...someone has to..." Althea was interrupted by Darby who said, "I will take care of them.""While we are away...nobody can leave this cottage because it takes magic to go from here to the world.""Darby, you have to stay here as your beloved sister might be hungry for blood. I can't trust her with the humans," said Katrina."I am staying here, too," Pyke informed."I'm feeling a bit low..." Althea tried to hold her head and said in a mock pain."I know how to make you lower. Dont test my patience, Althea."Althea pursed her lips in

CHAPTER FOURTEEN LEXA POINT OF VIEW I walked beside Cross through the main pack house, my heart beating fast in my chest. Pack members stopped to stare as we passed, their eyes wide with shock. Just yesterday they'd gathered to watch me die. Now I walked freely among them, protected by the Alpha's firstborn son. "Hold your head high," Cross said quietly. "Show no fear." I straightened my back, lifting my chin. The clothes Cross had given me fit better today, a dark blue shirt and black pants that someone had adjusted overnight. Gone was the white death dress, gone was the prison dirt. I looked like someone who belonged.