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A cute turned-up nose and sparkling brown eyes completed the wholesome picture. She was of average height and weight, yet Lizzy felt dwarfed by her confidence and strength. “You must be Lizzy. I’m Charlie.” She yanked Lizzy up against firm breasts for a bone-crushing hug. Almost as quickly, Charlie let go. “I’m sorry, I do that without thinking. I’m a hugger.” “Wait. You’re Charlie?” “Charlotte Quinn, at your service.” “John never mentioned you were a woman.” “Who’s John?”

He answered. "Thank you" relief washed over me "Alpha Williams who is this girl for our records please?" He finally added. "Charlie." I read off the paper I had written her name down on "Charlie Tudor" "Charlie Tudor?" He responded. "Yes I believe so." I was now confused by his tone. "Don't do anything I'll be in touch" he abruptly hung up. I placed my head on my desk. "What the f*ck is going on." ** Charlie pov **

Kayla had even said that her Grandmother did not want to be seen fraternising. Max beckons her to come join him on the sofa, whilst I watch her sceptically. She takes Max’s hand, removing the beverage and placing it carefully on the table “Charlie is powerful, she will be back when she is ready, for now you need to focus on this pack” Wait, why does she not want us to look for Charlie? And then I saw it, the quick glance she gave me, a look of spite “You will do well to think of your actions”

Chad paused, pouring himself another glass and quickly finishing it. "Lately, Charlie has undergone a complete transformation. She is no longer the naïve and feeble Charlie who allows others to mistreat her. In fact, she has become quite skilled in the art of manipulation. Can you believe it?" Chad declared, erupting in laughter as he recollected the absurd antics that Charlie (Marlie) had engaged in since her return.

Charlie reluctantly promised him, which calmed Barron's heart a little. After Barron led Charlie into the room, he saluted Philip and said with reverence. "General, I have brought the man you need! He is Charlie, he once infiltrated the IV Syndicate base, you can ask him anything you want. " Both Philip and Edward looked at Charlie. His body was covered with wounds, his clothes were dyed red, his hair and beard tousled. His tall body was swaying with exhaustion and his face was incredibly pale, but there was an indomitable spirit behind his eyes. It was obvious that this was a character.

I head for the door, to go and meet her as she walks to the pack house, my Beta and Gamma both follow me, "not a word to her, not a word about anything you've told me." They both speak in unison, "roger that Alpha Braddock." I shoot them the bird and they chuckle as I swing the door open. Charlie's already heading up the stairs, her head tilts up a slight smile on her face as she stands in front of me, her arms wrap around my waist and she hugs me tightly. I put my arms around her and hug her back, placing a kiss on the top of her head, "Charlie, why didn't you call someone to pick you up?" She lets go of me and shrugs, "no phone and you're the only one I can mind link." She pushes past

A soft click echoed over the line, followed by static, and then the sound of a woman’s shaky, ragged breathing. "Hello?" Elena’s voice came through, sounding perfectly frail, frightened, and laced with a cold, desperate anger. She was executing the script Lydia had bought for her, her performance fueled by her genuine, bitter resentment toward Tyler's silence. "Who is this? The man said you could help me get Tyler away from her." Charlie took a deep, steadying breath, a predatory smile slowly cutting across his face. "My name is Charlie Vane. And yes, Elena... I can help you. I want to help you take back what is rightfully yours. Tell me everything."

Charlie asked as he placed his sunglasses on the top of his head and grabbed a bottle of water from the centre console cup holder, “The Pride we are going to meet, the leader is an old friend, we haven’t spoken in a while and we didn’t leave each others company on great terms,” the Panther explained, not on great terms? what an understatement, Sarah told Valaria if she ever returned to Nevada she would be strung up by the neck and used as a chew toy for feral Panthers, all down to one small indiscretion, “What did you do?” Lucy asked as she sat up and grabbed a cigarette from Charlie's breast pocket,

Ray could not help feeling deeply sorry for the cruel fate the man before him was now forced to endure. As soon as the main door closed behind Ray, Charlie walked toward the corner of his office, heading into a private room separated by thick walls—a place where he often rested whenever he was too tired or too unwilling to go home. He grabbed a change of clothes, put them on with slow, weary movements, then swallowed several of his blood pressure pills. Charlie sat silently on the edge of the bed. He switched on his phone, and almost instinctively, his fingers opened William Vanguard's social media page once again. A new post immediately appeared at the top of the feed.