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“A pack needs a Luna. My wolf and I want Marcella.” “She is fated to me,” Evander yells. I look at him in surprise and he smirks before rolling his eyes. “You seem to have a chosen mate,” Atlas looks at Bridget, who I just noticed is inching closer to Evander. Evander looks at Bridget and then back to me. I give him a small understanding smile. Dexter wants me, his head can’t decide, but his heart wants Bridget. I touch his hand drawing his attention to me.

A guy wearing a tuxedo shouted with a paddle number in his hand. "Three million from Mr. Anyone can beat his offer?" The offers mentioned by some guys are not enough for me because I will not be able to get the full amount of money that will be paid by the person who will bid me. That’s not enough for my family, it can only pay maybe a half of our hospital bills. As I thought about how to get a higher amount from someone, I moved my body slowly to do a sexy dance, touching from my hips to my neck like I was in front of someone who wants to get me. I walked like I owned the whole stage,

Like a lover, it seduced the senses and conveyed with utmost skill the art of pleasing. “It looks like it was made for you,” came a voice from the back and Rhonda jerked towards the woman who was speaking. It was clear from her attitude that she was the owner of the store. “I think I am gonna take it,” said Rhonda as she smiled and nodded. And then she asked,” If I may not be too intrusive, may I ask what is the occasion? I just saw Libby Gretchen in my store, that is why I am asking.” “Ah!! It is the premier weekend of her movie. So I want a dress for that event,” said Rhonda as she went to change the dress in the changing room but when she came back the woman was still standing there and i

Wearing her nightgown and tying its knot Pidge stepped out of the room. Passing by the west drawing-room, she heard the smooches voices. Tilting her head she saw many people were kissing each other. Witches and warlocks...including Weston. Pursing her lips in a thin line she was about to turn around when she heard Weston's eager voice. "Come join us, Lady Dasher." She crossed both of her hands to her chest and spoke, "This is not the way to talk to your Queen, monk." "A monk and a warlock...my queen," he corrected.

she asked Kira. "Not really but if I am going you will give me some of your delicious soup to take with me," Kira said with a smile which the other woman return. Returning her gaze to Storm. "My name is Eve, I am the guardian of the dwarf and elves clans," the dwarf woman now known as Eve said. "Now, about that question, you can ask me." she added, staring at Storm. "Thank you Eve," Storm said. "First question, is my mother still alive?" he asked.

] Tavien’s reply flashes back across town from the Darkmere Crossing estate, his words mocking my snout completely. [Just you wait!!] my teeth grind hard as I reply, determined to make his proud beast regret his words. "Who cares if his brain thinks it is a genetic bone sickness instead of silver poison?" my mouth snorts, throwing the device onto the furs just as a pack housekeeper steps inside. "My lady, Lord Lucan Duskclaw and Stepmother Isolde Grimfen have just crossed our outer boundary logs," the omega says. "What are those two rotten pelts doing here?" my expression turns pure ice.

Dexter swallowed. They had over a hundred suitors—but none of them were Blackwoods. Not even close. This was the solution they desperately needed. It was the best solution because even if they were forcing their precious daughter to get married, she could still marry someone who looks exactly like the man of her dreams. Catherine stepped closer, lowering her voice. “You may name your price. Dowry, assets, conditions—whatever will ease your concerns.” Mrs. Dexter’s eyes brimmed with relief. “Mrs. Blackwood… this is a blessing. Truly.”

Althea’s Pov The sky darkened as I approached the outskirts of the city, my ruined wedding gown dragging behind me like a ghost refusing to let go. I didn’t stop. Not when my legs shook. Not when my lungs burned. Not when every step reminded me that the world I thought I belonged to had never been mine. The city lights glowed in the distance….blurry, muted, like the world was separated from me by glass. I stayed in the shadows, cutting through an old industrial path, until I reached the safehouse Valerio’s father once used.

But she doesn’t have her scent or her scars. Another low growl escapes me, but someone in my pack comes up to me, motioning for me to begin. “The feast is ready for everyone. We need to get that started before they get restless. They know what is coming.” A woman steps up beside the man with a beaming smile. “More packs want to thank you for helping us find our mates. This will change everything.” “I’m glad it will help you. Let us join the rest and start the dinner. Soon, it will be the perfect time for the mating chase.”

The stark red on the white sheets was a glaring reminder of what had happened between them the night before. Before she could process it, there was a knock at the door, followed by a swarm of reporters eager to expose Damien’s overnight stay with a mysterious woman. The Duncan family—being the most prestigious in Sea City, with a long lineage of scholars—was led by the traditional and commanding Old Mr. Duncan. Upon hearing the news, he immediately announced Damien and Elena’s marriage to the public. For Elena, it felt like a dream, but not a pleasant one. Damien didn’t love her; in fact, he resented her. He hated her for making him betray the woman he truly loved—her sister, Avery.