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he confessed, his tone soft and earnest. Grace turned to him, her eyes meeting his with curiosity. "What for?" "To talk. To be with you," Martin replied, his gaze locked with hers. "Amidst the joy of Paul and Sheryl's wedding, I couldn't help but think about us." Grace's heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity of Martin's words. "Us?" "Yes, us," Martin affirmed, his voice gentle but resolute. "The way we've connected, the moments we've shared during our mission—it's been more than just about work, hasn't it?"

I hope he loves me a little. I hear the door to my room open and I lift my head to see who just entered, and it's Mr. Martin, what is he doing here? He lifts my blanket and slips inside, his hand caresses me slowly. But, I push him away: - What are you doing in my room? - Deb please! - What? Please what? Tell me what you want, then go back to your room. - I need you. - For what? To relieve yourself? Sorry, but that's enough, I think you've mocked me enough. Go get your girlfriend, that's why she was here, right?

As the cursor hovered over the 'delete account' option, Martin hesitated. ‘There’s no need for me to keep her email on this computer. Why couldn’t I delete it?’ he asked himself. Eventually, Martin decided against deleting it and accidentally clicked on the email, revealing unread messages for Vic. However, what intrigued him the most was an email from an Orphanage. "An orphanage?" he questioned. Curiosity getting the better of him, Martin swiftly opened the email and skimmed through its contents. It wasn't a lengthy message.

Martin asked with a cold and deep tone “.....” Stephanie went silent, she couldn’t say anything, her tongue felt sealed “I won’t sign it!” Martin said to her as he tears the paper into pieces

Audrey asked and from the look on Martin's face, he seemed not to have heard of the great Alpha. "Not really. Are you looking for his chronicles?" Audrey didn't listen to what he said as her attention was fully drawn to the picture of Alpha Brian, which unlike the rest of the Alpha, had been painted using black ink. Clearly Audrey realized it was the instructions of the Alpha to have his painting in such manner. "Here." Audrey said showing Martin, who took cursory glance at the picture of the said Alpha. "It is weird that I haven't taken my time to actually glance through the pages of this book. Ever since my father handed it over to me, I just left it the way it was." Martin commented as Au

"Seven million from the delegate in the east gallery." I followed his gesture and felt my stomach lurch. Martin. He sat in the raised gallery on the far side of the room, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and his paddle resting loosely in one hand. His face was calm and pleasant, the same warm expression he always wore, and he was bidding on Beatrice as though this were a charity auction and he was simply supporting a good cause. There was nothing frantic in him, nothing desperate. Just that steady, patient confidence that I had never fully trusted and now trusted even less.

All the scents Martin despised. He hated flowers more than anything else and earthy scents. It pissed him off. He only liked the scent of my wolf and death—I learned that rather quickly. My stomach tied knots itself when I went through Martin’s things. I reached for the brown folder in his stack and pulled it out. It was a big fat folder consisting of the name's of the wolves under his ruling. I scurried through the folder quick and found nothing important. I was eager to find out if I was mentioned somewhere by Martin and not Baldassarre, if he had written anything about me, anything.

I looked everywhere to find Martin. “There he is,” Paris whispered, and I followed where she was pointing, but I grimaced when I saw Martin, who seemed upset because his buddies were pestering him while he was reading. Is he had no happiness in his life? Is he still reading at this point? “This party is not his trip; he’d rather read business proposals than attend a party like this,” said Paris again, winced. “In short, he’s boring to be with!” she shouted, laughing, and I chuckled as well because I believed they had to go with Martin because they were aware of his behavior.

Philip smiled and turned to Martin, who was standing with his hands behind his back. He said, “Martin, why aren’t you saying anything?” Martin’s face was cold as he waved his hand and shouted, “I have nothing to say. Your words are all nonsense! I’m just talking to my friends. Besides, I’ll resign from Beacon tomorrow. What does it matter to you what I do?” “That’s right, what does it matter to you what Martin does? Are you trying to force him or something?” Bernard’s face was cold as he echoed.

Today has been a hell of a rollercoaster, my life, a mess right now. “We want you back, Richard, but that doesn't mean we will try all the ill way to have you here. We have morals, although we aren't supposed to, and we will be allowing you a day to decide “ I ran a hair through my shattered locks, contemplating on cutting them off right now. “ I won't be coming back. Here. This organization. I won't be placing my foot in here. You all are pathetic for even thinking of that”. Martin's eyes turned into skits as he fixed them on me. “ You could as well take everything you hold dear goodbye”