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Just voice notes, text, and—if you were brave—video. Designed for people who wanted connection without the mess of faces and futures. I created a profile in five minutes flat. Handle: VelvetRain Bio: “One night left me ruined. Looking for distraction that doesn’t ask questions.” Avatar: a close-up of rain-streaked window glass, nothing identifiable. I didn’t expect much. Just something to take the edge off. The first few matches were predictable. Dick pics (instant block). Boring small talk. A guy who wanted to role-play as professor and student (hard pass).

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An I*******m post. Not on Krystal’s old dusty account, the one that still had a picture of a cracked ceramic mug captioned “Somehow surviving finals.” No, this one was new. Verified. Clean aesthetic. Minimalist white backgrounds, coffee cups with latte art, hands with rings that looked too expensive to be rented. @k.huntertm—people didn’t even recognize it at first. Then came the whispers.

I sobbed, still restrained. “There must be a reason.” He sighed and fixed a strand of my blonde hair that kept straying from its place. “I was born defective; do you really want a defective she-wolf who can’t even transform?” His eyes didn’t leave me despite hearing such an offense. A she-wolf given in marriage to an alpha should be perfect. Without blemishes or flaws. “I don’t care about any of that; I’ve already said, I need your service for another matter.” “And what would that be?” I asked, noticing a friendly glint in his gaze.

I said. “Of course there’s fanfic.” “How lovely.” I shook my head. “Actually, Ted, I did notice something with those names.” “Hit me.” “The usernames have very different, very consistent personalities. S supports that I’m a wolf and keeps suggesting I should mate a wolf. MyHelperz is vulgar, swears a lot, and never offers anything of substance. And so on.

I said. Bex pulled up my profile. I looked at it. **NOVA BLACKTHORNE-VOSS** *Pack: Blackthorne-Voss (Hybrid)* *Year: 1* *Ability Score: Pending Assessment* *Ranking: Unranked* The photo I had submitted with my application — not the composed kind. The specific ordinary quality of someone who had not thought particularly hard about what a profile picture meant because profile pictures had not yet been the primary way the world was going to see her.

The message app was open. The profile picture was him. Shirtless, that same lion tattoo on his chest I’d seen when he mowed the lawn without a shirt last summer. Username confirmed: DominantDaddyRex. Hundreds of messages. Fans begging for customs. Girls sending nudes. Payment notifications rolling in. I clicked the media tab almost on autopilot. There he was.

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She doesn't care to ask how I feel. "Trent Aston!" She squeals. "I'm Pepper. But you can call me P! I'm a huge fan of yours. I follow you on I*******m and I've liked every picture you've ever posted! I also have your red 66 jerseys! When I grow up, I want to be a wag. Your wag!" Pepper is weird! And she's embarrassing me. He chuckles." I like you already, P. " "Well, everybody likes me. Except for my mom and my exes... "