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This record will threaten her more than anything else ever could. I found a blank space. My pen trembles. LADY SARAPHINA. THEFT. FRAUD. MANIPULATION OF PACK RESOURCES THROUGH FALSE MATERNAL CLAIM. Each word burns. I closed the book. My heart slams against my ribs. Then I pick it up and go straight to the pack garden, where my mother always relaxes. She’s there. “Look, Mum,” I say, holding the book up, her name dark and clear on the page.

Same wary eyes that scan every room for exits. But she’s different. Sareena moves like she’s holding her breath. Like the ground might vanish beneath her feet. She’s scared but not broken. No, there’s fight in her, but its been dimmed; tamed. Like she’s a goldfish tossed into a shark tank… but too fucking stubborn to die. Goldfish adapt. So will she.

Midnight Neko and I softly stepped towards the entrance of the cave entrance – my second hide away spot that is now occupied by four special individuals. I hear the silent snores of them – poor things must be so tired from all that running. “Neko…fetch…” I whisper to my trusted friend , and he instantly agrees. He enters the cave , a place that I can not see in as their once burning fire is now dim and soon to go off. I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl.

"Ooh thank God, almost thought it was Lewis just waiting me to say a word and..." "And what?" She asked curiously. As for Frank the words were just coming out of his mouth, he was a bit scared back there not to mention the effect Elsie had on him, every time he talked to her his heart beat elated to some abnormal levels that got him going to a rampage of words. "Ever watched Taken?" "The series or the movie?" "Lima Neeson's taken, the movie" "Ooh yeah what does it have to do with Lewis and the call, you're too complicated"

That chills me more than I want to admit. Alessia adds, "She took a red book off the shelf before he appeared. I didn't see what it was." I stand, my eyes scanning the scorched floor. Then I see it - tuck halfway beneath a loose plank. The book. I reach for it, but it wouldn't budge. I clear away the debris - then see way. Raven's fingers are locked around it in a death grip. What the hell is this thing? I try to snatch it out of her grip to no avail. I can't retrieve the book without hurting her wrist.

"Not you making excuses for him. He just insulted my mate bond." "I know what you have with Selina is strong. Please, do not pay any mind to what he said. No matter how wrong I feel he is, I also try to understand him. He has some pent-up emotions that he is exerting the wrong way." "Enough of him. Let's search for your solution." We entered Sekani's tent, and he took me inside the library. We searched different books by titles and had books scattered around us. None of the books gave us any clue of what we wanted. When we were almost giving up, Sekani saw something in a book and read it out. "A new life can crack a spell."

As the Maybach stopped outside the villa, Noah’s body trembled violently, the drug burning through his veins, yet his wolf surged with primal strength. His aura flared, filling the car with dominance. Laurel gasped as he scooped her into his arms, his grip firm despite the weakness gnawing at him.

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“I told you we wouldn't be disturbed. Keep going.” Rapid-fire knocks came pounding on the wood. The banging grew louder. “Keep going!” Alton screamed. Voices called from beyond the door. “Mr. Fitzgerald! Mr. Spencer!” Alton reached for Judge Townsend’s arm. “Keith, do this now if you ever want to see that bench again.” Judge Townsend’s eyes widened as he turned back to us. “Alexandria Charles Montague Collins, do you take…” THE END of ENTRAPMENT Find out what happens next in FIDELITY, the final novel of the INFIDELITY series.

His ego was bigger than his biceps. I waited patiently while twisting and knotting my fingers while he was still absorbed in his paperwork. It was deafeningly quiet. It yelled, taunting, teasing, tickling in my ear. I locked my gaze on the ground in front of his desk. It was all dark colours and wood. He didn't have any books in his bookcases, only photos of himself and his family. That piqued my interest. There were photos of him with an elderly gentleman, as well as a family portrait featuring a handsome man, a lovely woman, and a young child with the same piercing blue eyes. He appeared innocent and cute. It seemed surreal; men like Aiden weren't born, they didn’t experience the joys and