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Yapping happily, she jumped up and down, licking his face as he chuckled. "You're adorable. Look." He showed her his phone with a picture of a beautiful blonde wolf. Cocking her head to the side, she analysed every inch of it. It was a small thing. It looked more like a puppy than a wolf. This is me? She rested her head on the grass with a huff. Ava had expected to be big and menacing like her Alpha mate. Not a tiny pup. "Can you hear me?" She jumped again, startled at the voice in her head that sounded a lot like Lucas. Nuzzling her head into his leg, she whimpered and whined in fear that she was going crazy.

She swallowed thickly and faced him trying to play it cool. "Romance, fantasy, and stuff..." She trailed off. "Romance? Which sort? I have a younger sister who is a hardcore book lover. That girl is crazy for dark romance and dark fantasy books. Jesus. If Mom found out she'll be traumatized." Jasper chuckled. Ava forced out an awkward chuckle, cursing herself for mentioning her liking for the books. "I... Uh... I like... Vanilla romance books," She lied awkwardly. "Vanilla romance? That's new." He cocked a brow at her.

He looked up from the papers he was reading, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw the serious expression on my face. "What is it, Cane?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding. "I need to talk to you about something," I said, taking a deep breath. "I've found my mate. Her name is Ava, and she's here with me in the pack. She's not of a noble birth though." My father's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You can't be serious," he growled. "You're betrothed to Leah, and you're telling me you've found someone else? Someone who's not even suitable for you?"

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face

"Number 10, Alex," a voice called out, echoing in our virtual world. The source was a vibrant bird avatar, known among us as Number 3. In this place, we had abandoned our real names in favor of numbers, cloaking our identities behind the avatars of animals and mythical creatures of our choosing. Yet, sometimes they still called me with name since I said it was okay to use my real name here.

Vincent, who never engaged on social media, had commented with a heart emoji. Then, a private message popped up from Sophia. "Hey hubby, miss you already! Can't wait for our trip!" It was immediately withdrawn, followed by a voice note. "Oopsies! So sorry, Isabella! Meant to send that to Vincent. Your avatars are so similar! I'll have him change his, don't want any more... mix-ups." I didn't reply. Vincent would never change the profile picture his late mother had taken. He'd called me sentimental for even suggesting matching avatars once. I'd used a similar picture anyway, and he'd never commented. I took it as silent acceptance.

“Is this the one?” I gave her the nice-girl smile I’d perfected over years of playing shadow. “You look like a dream, Ava. Victor’s gonna lose it.” Inside I was laughing cold. Ava had always been the golden one; church-girl polish back in college, the one who blushed at dirty jokes while secretly judging everyone else’s “soft feminine energy” she could never quite pull off herself. Me? I fucked half the frat house and never once said sorry. One cock was never enough. I liked the variety, the different stretches, the way each man groaned when he bottomed out inside me like he’d discovered fire.

Then Ava occupied the chair by the desk, her almond shaped green eyes studied me with quiet intensity. I took a deep breath. My fingers twisted in my lap. "I need to tell y'all something." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "Something I have been hiding for a long time.” “And what's that Emma?” Ava asked me gently. “I… I have these fantasies. Submissive ones, though. You know, like where I'm the one submitting. I dream about giving up any form of control I have over myself. About being told what to do. About being used… shared even. It makes me feel alive in ways I cannot explain. I know it sounds strange but it’s true."

This story contains explicit content please read if you are above 18. ************************************************** Ava All Men suck. If not that i like dick so much, I would give up on them. Who the hell knocks up their fiancée’s best friend? Who the hell fucks their own best friend’s fiancée? Where’s the damn girl code?

AVA I have experienced betrayal. Kidnapping. Gas chambers. Death threats. Nothing chilled me more than seeing my own face blink on a screen, flawless, soulless, and spreading. "She is not real," I kept repeating. But the world did not care about reality. It cared about persuading. Julian stated that the avatar had already emerged on two ancient security camera networks in Berlin and Moscow, depicting shadow images of me roaming streets I had never visited. Genesis was not only replacing me physically. He was reinventing my past.