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I responded with a glare. The shorter staff cleared his throat. "If you'll both kindly show us your key cards, we can straighten this out." "gladly," I huffed, shoving mine forward. Mr. Smug did the same, sliding his out with infuriating calm. the staff scanned both cards, their brows furrowing. My stomach churned. Finally, the shorter one looked up nervously. "There's been a double booking. Both of you are registered to this suite." I blinked. "You've got to be kidding me."

He growls but not in a menacing way. The door swings open and Noah yells “Out!” In an Alpha command and Ang bows his head but hardly moves, taking small, slow steps towards the door. Noah’s breathing is loud and his chest is moving up and down, just staring at me. He moves toward Ang, he grabs him and shoves him out of the cabin in such swift motions and slams the door.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

She crosses her arms. "Of course, and thank you", I hug her, "I needed this all day--and last night". "What happened last night... and today?", she asks, concerned. Oh, I got massively rejected by my childhood crush/boyfriend, witnessed an anti-New World faction meeting, broke up with said boyfriend, questioned my political beliefs, and had the longest and strangest encounter with the weirdest boy I've ever met (whom I've known for years)...

She crossed one of her legs over the other. "It's time for her to know the true definition of her daughter. I'll make her see through me whether she likes it or not." I chuckled delightfully, positively imagining the supposed successful outcome of Sally's idea.

She picked up the radio. --- 0317. Crossing team reports contact. The first exchange at Ash Crossing was brief and violent. Gareth's column hit the ford and found thirty warriors waiting—not a defensive line, a harassing position. They moved, they hit, they fell back to secondary positions along the bank. They didn't hold. The crossing team's job was to make it expensive. They made it expensive. Radio reports came in fragmented—Stefan's command voice steady underneath the noise of the contact. "They're committing to the ford. Main body pushing across. Crossing team is working the flanks—" A burst of static. "Crossing team reports two wounded, pulling back per protocol—"

“That’s n---“ “It is, why do you think he was so mad earlier? Cross said he is a jealous freak and I made a mistake earlier. I shouldn’t have provoked him.” I explained. Owning up to my own mistake and saying it out loud made me feel good about myself. I realized that my life might be complicated but I was making it worse for myself. “I don’t know what to say, I have never heard of something like that. How can you have two mates? Those two don’t get along at all? Our packs never get along. It’s not my place to tell but you should know. They are foes.”

He parted my legs and I gradually felt his entry. "Ohh! You're still tight baby. Fvck!" "OHHHHH!" I shouted when he pushed all his glory to mine. "Yes baby, moan," he said faintly then started to pound very fast. "OHH! Faster UGHH!" "OHH! All right Andrei. Harder please.." I cried with my sweet words. "FVCK!" he cursed then grabbed my leg and hung it on his shoulder. "OHH! SHIT! OHH!"

Timi: Goodnight Nahly Nahly? I wanted to ask what it meant but clearly it was one was a short form of Nahlela. I was trying as much to keep my relationship with Timi professional but the complete opposite was happening. I thought of asking that the assignment be handed over to Nadine or Oscar, but this was the chance the boss had given me to prove myself. He had promised me a raise in my salary if I did a good job and honestly I wanted to prove myself and yes I wanted a salary raise. Spending the day with hi, having lunch at his place and cleaning up later with him, going to my parents’ house and chatting as if we are old friends was the definition of crossing the line. The line had been

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