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I decided to clarify it for her as my finger slipped in between her folds and met her insides, "I respect and want you, Mae Rivera, but I would never have a title for you different from my other women. You make me lose control, one more slip, and you will take over my syndicate with me in the background, that’s how much hold you can have on me. By God, you would be my undoing, Mia Cara, I cannot let you."

Mia thrust Dustin in Adrian's direction, “come on, you can do it Mr Osiander” All Adrian wanted to do was run for the hills. He would give anything to not hear Dustin wail like that again close to him, but he couldn't say no to Mia. Not when she had a happy smile on her face as she waited for him to take Dustin from her. If carrying Dustin would make her happy, then why not?

If she sang along, she might trigger rule two and die anyway. Mia took a breath and started singing. Her voice was shaky but clear. She matched Lucy's pitch perfectly, following along with the creepy lyrics about dead flowers and forgotten names. Nothing happened. No termination. No erasure. The game continued. Aggghhh thank God! Lucy finished singing and smiled. "Your turn to lead now!" Wait. The game had changed. Now Mia had to come up with something for Lucy to copy. Mia thought for a moment, then hopped on one foot. Lucy copied easily. Mia did a little dance move. Lucy copied that too. Then Mia did something clever, she walked toward one of the seven doors and touched it.

Some pack members yelled almost in tears. I moved back a bit as I had definitely never expected that. This wasn't Mia! "Where is Mia?" I asked her. "Mia is under our custody and will be under our custody forever." She muttered and laughed at our faces. "Don't worry, I know I won't survive this. I have been long prepared for this day." She scoffed and stabbed herself with the sword, her blood spreading all over the place with a loud cry in the air.

<<43>> * Don't lose hope. * **** ---- Mia ---- I hear you whisper underneath your breath I hear your SOS, your SOS I will send out an army To find you in the middle of the darkest night It's true, I will rescue you. As the lyrics continued playing in my mind. I thought on the girl's words and my responses. Indeed... They were right in a way. There's currently no sign of us being rescued. We've heard multiple times of girl's being kidnapped and ending up nowhere to be found.

The person on the other end relayed instructions, and Mia nodded in response before ending the call. Turning to the two guards by her side, Mia issued her commands. "We're going in now. Stay alert and await my signal." The guards acknowledged her directive with firm nods, their vigilant eyes scanning their surroundings as they entered the mansion. Inside, the celebration was in full swing as Ivy delivered her speech to the attentive audience. Mia's lips curled into a smirk as she observed Ivy from a distance. "Count your last days, Ivy," she muttered under her breath, her eyes gleaming with determination.

I ran my hands through his hair screaming his name. "Yes.. yes.." I groaned as he grabbed my ass. He turned my body around and started to thrust my body from the back. He squeezed both of my breast hard and he released himself inside of me. He turned my body around and kissed my lips hard. "M.I.N.E" He smirked.

Mia “Mia... you're my mate,” Damon says, looking at me like I just sprouted a second head. His expression is this weird mix of confusion and desperation, but honestly? I couldn’t care less. I glance around the empty game room, relieved we’re alone. “Alright,” I say with a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with.” I square my shoulders and stare him dead in the eyes. “I, Mia Jackson of the Full Moon Pack, reject you, Damon of the Shadow Pang Pack.”

But anyone who’s been paying attention will know exactly who and what I’m talking about. I finish on a chord that leaves my fingers buzzing. Silence. Mia exhales slowly. “Okay,” she says. “That…hurts.” “Too much?” I ask. “Not enough,” she says. “In a good way. It’s…you. Stripped. No pretty lies. No convenient metaphors. Just the bone.” I swallow. My throat feels scraped raw, even though I’ve only sung once. “I don’t even know what to call it,” I say.

“To new beginnings and figuring things out!” Lily clinked her glass against Mia’s, a small smile breaking through her uncertainty. “To new beginnings.” Mia put down her drink, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She leaned closer to Lily, a determined smile spreading across her face. “Let’s dance! It’s been a while since I’ve seen my old Lily. Come on!” Before Lily could protest, Mia grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor. The vibrant lights flashed around them, casting colorful patterns that danced across their faces. The pulsating beat of the music thrummed through the air, and the energy of the crowd was infectious.