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“ haha, I’m gonna let that pass because I love you. It’s true though, everyone else wants to see what they are told and not the real thing.” “So how’s your camping. Hopefully it’s better than my day.” “Nope it’s worse. Mom thought it would be fun to hike up and down a mountain. I can’t feel my legs.” “I saw a snake too. The green kind, I don’t know their name neither do I care. Mom whacked it with her hiking stick. That’s when the decided we had enough for one day.” “Wow that’s tough. Sorry buttercup. It’s good for exercise though, if it helps.”

Rain lashed the glass, the world holding its breath. He closed his eyes. “Georgia,” he said softly. “Wait for me.” But as he reached for the door to leave, his phone buzzed with a single message from an unknown number: “Too late. She’s gone.” His grip tightened until the screen cracked. “No,” he whispered, a tremble of rage and fear clashing in his chest. “Not again.” And the storm took the house whole.

My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Hudson, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Judian as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.

Newton stands up. " Are you saying this because you think I'm not good enough for him? Or you're using our age difference as an excuse?" I ask Chase's mother as I turn to look at her. " Both." She says and leaves. Wow. I can't say that I'm not hurt. Mr. Newton sighs. " I'm disappointed, Lauren." Mr. Newton says as he leaves. I bite the insides of my cheeks and stare at my boss. " Regina. Excuse us." Chief Bradford says.

she added. "what do you mean, what news?" I asked hesitantly. "how bad?" "well..." she hesitated "well what?" "it is bad, very bad. but nothing you can't handle" she said with a fake smile, trying to cheer me up I rushed to my phone and logged in and the news was already everywhere. the comments and the criticism. to my surprise, after what had happened to me, the public was not on my side, I couldn't understand it until I saw a press release from my company, all my employees and board members testified against me that made people question my working etiquettes.

JASON'S POV I couldn't shake the weight of my own careless, exhausted words throughout the following days, understanding with painful clarity exactly how devastating that particular unfair accusation had genuinely sounded, regardless of my immediate, sincere apology afterward. I thought about it constantly, replaying that exhausted, hurtful moment over and over throughout my waking hours—the genuine hurt visible in Ella's expression, the raw disbelief in her voice as she'd articulated exactly what my careless words had actually implied. I understood, examining my own accumulated exhaustion and frustration with unflinching honesty, that some words, once spoken, couldn't simply be fully retrac

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

I ignored him and looked straight into Gavin's eyes. "Gavin, have you ever actually seen me abuse alcohol?" Gavin was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "George, don't blame me. You made a mistake, and you have to face the consequences. If you admit your guilt now, it's not too late." Then I turned to Amelia. "Amelia, do you feel the same way?" Amelia simply let out a cold snort. Her answer was clear. I looked away and laughed at myself bitterly.

Twice. On the third pulse, every window in Duskbane shatters. Glass rains down. Babies scream. Thorns drop to guard. *Eighty-nine days,* a voice says in our heads. First voice. Cold. Final. *Eighty-nine days until unmaking. One delivered. Seven remain.* Caiden fires. Draven knocks the rifle up and the bullet hits the ceiling. “Enough,” Draven roars. King voice drops Caiden to his knees. Clay raises her hand. Tiny. No claws. Yet.

"For forty spots. I keep thinking about all the kids we're turning away, kids just like Marisol, just like I used to be." "You can't fix everything at once," Adrian said gently. "You built something that's working. That's not a failure because it can't yet do everything." "I know that logically," Elena said. "But it doesn't feel that way at two in the morning, when I'm doing the math on how many kids we're disappointing." Adrian was quiet for a moment, studying her with the careful attention she'd once given him during his own reckoning with overwork. "This sounds familiar," he said finally.