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I adore you more than words can say 18+ only, please 🔥 This story is intended for mature readers and will contain adult themes. With all my love, Your slightly sassy, very grateful author 💋💖

I yell at him but he just huffs and blocks me out. "That can't be, wolf shifters haven't been seen in over a hundred years." My father says while rubbing his chin with his hand. "She may not be aware of what she really is, and if she is indeed wolf then. . . " "She just may be the very last of her kind." My mother finishes. "Her birthday must not be to far off then, if Max can sence her wolf, she may have already felt the mate bond as well." I say "And first time shifts are much more painful for wolf shifters than it is for us lycans." Mother says.

It was the last small piece of hope I held for this world. This was the man I had loved, feared, and tried to understand. On his scale, my pain and his rug held the same weight. Morgan waved her hand. “Enough. Stop being an eyesore. “Go wash up. Do not let that poverty of yours touch my son.” I lowered my head and stepped back as if released from a sentence. As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard Morgan say behind me, “Daniel, these playthings are fine for amusement, but Ms. Weston is back for her break. You should meet her.”

I asked, looking at Silver. “I guess you are not so innocent after all, After is rated 18” Lillian said. I could feel my cheeks heating up as I looked down in embarrassment, no wonder the teens were making out at the end of the movie, I shouldn’t have talked. I thought about biting my lips. “Let’s give her what she wants,” Silver said. “No!” I yelled. They looked at me weirdly. I cleared my throat. “I mean let’s watch something else” I said. I can’t watch a r18 movie even if I am 18, I am going to die of embarrassment especially if I watch it with this one that is much older than me.

She asked carefully. “Ckckkck. Don't call me Mr. Aini, I'm not that old yet. After all, I'm still 33 years old.” he said, They arrived at the special lobby for high-ranking officials and Dave took out his car, “come on up” he said

On the back, written in red ink, were six chilling words: "You're already too late, Emma Parker." Emma's hands began to shake. Liam was alive. But time was running out.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

'The back is clear. ***