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Gasps rippled through the crowd. The bond hummed—alive, electric, beautiful. My knees nearly gave out. Him. Damon stared at the thread. Then at me. His face didn’t change. Valentina’s grip on his arm tightened. The drums stopped. Silence. Damon raised his hand. “I, Damon Blackthorn, future Alpha of Silver Moon Pack…” His voice was steady. Cold. “…reject you, Elara Voss, as my fated mate and future Luna.” The thread flickered.

The noise swelled again. Voices overlapping. Outrage dressed as diplomacy, curiosity sharpening into something predatory. Adrian drifted away from the center, already satisfied. He’d thrown the stone. Now he wanted to watch the ripples. We didn’t follow. We regrouped. Damon appeared at my right with a crystal tumbler already in hand, pressing it into my fingers like muscle memory. “Drink.” he murmured. “Slow.” The whiskey burned my throut. Grounding.

“Well My Lord, I’m pleased for your return. What can I do for your time?” He gave me another small smile that seemed more benevolent than anything else and it grated on my nerves. I tried not to stiffen, well aware that I could very well be mistaken. After all, Dymon was not a particularly easy man to read. “I’ll be leaving in two days. I must return to Drusden. I’ve run out of viable donors and I did not plan to stay away from my duties this long. My second is getting more frantic with each passing day.”

"Argh!" Dionysus almost closed his eyes when he saw the disturbing colorful lights adorning the exteriors of Dacre Club after he stepped outside his car. He was so close in regretting why the bloody hell he agreed on meeting with a random girl like this when in fact, he should have been sleeping in his bed by now, resting his exhausted mind and body.

After we finished eating, we moved over to the pool area to relax, settling into lounge chairs with cold umbrella cocktails in hand. Maybe the whole experience at the resort had shifted something in Grace, because after a while of quiet conversation and slow sips, she began to open up. She told me how her family had been struggling financially. Her husband was currently unemployed, even though he had been accepted by one of the companies he applied to. The problem was that they still hadn't given him a clear starting date, and in the meantime, the bills kept piling up. On top of that, one of her children was supposed to start grade school soon, and she really wanted her to attend a private s

Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him, he should at least have a funeral ****

to give her time. And now, that patience had finally paid off. "Yes!" Damon shouted, grinning as he jumped to his feet. He scrolled through his contacts and dialed Drake's number. Drake answered on the second ring. "Hey, man," "Drake!" Damon practically squealed. "What's up? You sound like you just won the lottery." Damon laughed, "she called me, man. Bree called. she wants us to meet at her office today, to talk." "No way." Drake exclaimed. "That's amazing man. I'm happy for you."

he was not sure, but then, he tried stating otherwise in his mind. As Damon got out of the hospital building, adjusting his tie, he got into the car, heaving a sigh, right after he took his seat, and just as he was about to start the car, a message popped up in his phone, causing him to take it out of his suit, and he arched an eyebrow, staring at the SMS message that read: “Just a friendly reminder that Orion wants to reclaim Elysia and the children from you. I know how perfect you are with them, that's why I felt like telling you is the best option.”

Soon, only Drake and Kale were left in the vast banquet hall. Drake ripped off his tie. "Go find Fermin. If he doesn't show up by midnight, there will be a price to pay." To pacify him, Kale quickly responded, "I'll get it done right away." After Kale left, Drake kicked over a nearby chair. Edgar finally emerged from the corner with a sneer. "Never seen you so desperate before." Drake was annoyed further, not expecting Edgar to show up again after the last dismissal. "We've both been played by Debra," Edgar said. "If you had lent me the money back then, I could have regained control. But it's not too late now. If you lend me $30 billion now, the Odom family will support you wholeheartedly."

"I just want her to know she has no right to make a scene. She can lose me at any time." And I, in the next room, kept calling his name until the last of my strength was gone. Then I finally closed my eyes. Several hours later, Julian walked out of the studio fully dressed. Two men approached him. They looked satisfied and excited, scrolling through an auction livestream on a phone. "Incredible. That figure has to be at least a D." "Ha, when the auction starts, I'm buying one no matter what." Julian accidentally glanced at the phone. He rushed over and grabbed the man's collar, eyes bloodshot. "Whose photos are you looking at?"