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I said and walked past my father and went into the house. Aunt Gomez was already making dinner. “Hey, kiddo, you okay?” She smiled. “Yeah,” I Said and walked past her and up the stairs straight to my room. I took Daniel's Dairy with me and began to read. After a couple of hours, I was finally done. I was even more traumatized than I had been earlier. I decided to do away with diary after then… There was nothing about his plans in there except the fact that he was going to take my powers and use it to take over the pack.

Holding her close, Emily inhaled the precious young were-child scent. When they released each other, Kinsee began talking, "I helped bake the cookies, and my mom said you would love them. My mom told me you went away for a few days but you would come back. I stepped on a nail by my house and got an owie on my foot. My dad said I would be okay but I should be wearing shoes. You don't have any shoes on so I shouldn't need to wear shoes either. It didn't hurt that bad and shoes don't feel good on my feet. I killed a mouse this morning and ate it. It had crunchy little bones and I didn't like it much. Do you think the crunchy bones will get caught in my tummy?"

Four years ago, I’d thought it made me look cool. God… I was so stupid. I tossed it onto the bed and reached into the box again. This time, my fingers closed around something smooth. A book. I wiped the dust off the cover with my palm—and froze. It wasn’t just any book. It was my diary from high school. I always waited each year for summer to write down what had taken place over the previous months. Slowly, I opened it to a random page and read. Dearest Diary, On February 24th, 2020, Liam Kayne finally asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.

I was supposed to keep her safe. She reached up and brushed my tears away, her voice barely a whisper. "Daddy, I heard the doctor. The kidney went to someone else." I held her and fell apart. "I'm useless. I couldn't protect you." She shook her head, weak but stubborn. "Daddy, I don't blame you. You've been trying so hard these six months. Don't cry. I don't hurt..." She was lying. She was drenched in cold sweat. Couldn't sleep. Couldn't rest.

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.

“That empty feeling after? That’s real. Happens to a lot of guys. First time, especially when it’s… big like that.” He tapped the diary again. “But that doesn’t mean it was wrong. Just means it was a lot to take in.” Adam leaned back again, stretching slightly. “Kid walked in a boy, walked out knowing what it’s about. However, it happened… that’s still a line you cross.” He picked at the edge of the cover with his thumb. “Honestly?” he said. “He’ll figure the rest out later. That part always comes after.” A small, easy breath left him.

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

Dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that stared straight into the camera like he was daring the world to blink first. I wrote a stupid letter: Hi, my name is Riley, I am a senior, I like books and coffee, how are you? He wrote back three pages—tight, angry handwriting that somehow still felt careful. Told me about growing up rough, about protecting his little sister, about how the system chews up men like him. Called me “little girl” at the end like it was natural. I wrote again. And again. The letters got longer. Dirtier. He asked what I wore to bed. I told him. He told me what he’d do if he was there. I sent pictures—nothing naked at first, just me in sundresses, biting my lip. Then more. Then ever

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She gave us time to get familiar with one another. “It's called a diary for a reason. There are personal things in there,” he said, clutching the book tightly in his arms. “Yes sire,” I bowed, showing that I respected his space. Comics of different types and collections of short stories were arranged neatly on his bookshelf. Albert read and wrote anything he could think about. I grabbed a piece of paper peeping from under his bed. He titled it, my daddy's heart is broken. Dreading to go through it at that point, I folded it and placed it in my pocket.