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This playlist contains explicit lyrics and songs I can’t let others know I love. As Five Finger Death Punch’s Burn MF blares, I pause to ensure I didn’t forget anything. I have two more to place in the oven when Jackson and Kennedy arrive home. My preparations complete, I thrash around the kitchen island, screaming along with Ivan Moody. At this moment, I’m not pregnant with twins, I’m not a surrogate, and I’m not a prim and proper adult. I thrash, scream, and cuss as stress evaporates from my body. This song and these lyrics free me.

So no matter how hard I tried to win you, you never touched me. "Well, congratulations. You're free now." With that, I shut off my phone, leaned back in my seat in exhaustion, and drifted off to sleep. … Meanwhile, in Moon Goddess Church, Alaric surveyed the final decorations with a rare mix of tension and anticipation in his chest. Five years ago, he owed me a proper mating ceremony, courtesy of his mysophobia. He knew I had endured my fair share of hardship for the past five years. He'd planned to use our fifth anniversary as a chance to gather the pack and crown me as his only Luna in a grand mating ceremony everyone would remember.

on loudspeakers as I got into the bathtub to soak for a while. “ I'll never give myself to another the way I gave me to you, don't even recognize the way you hit me to you. It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back, another one to blame. Cus now I feel like…” I sang out loud in a loud voice. Tears were streaming down my eyes, but the determination to make them pay was getting stronger too. My phone rang out, cutting through my thoughts. As I reached out to pick it, I saw the caller and hissed. It was my supposed best friend.

“Me too! But don’t be loud, Red might hear us. He’ll scold me. You know I’m trying to stay a virgin. Amen.” Grey chuckled. “Good son.” Blue adjusted in his seat. “Good son your face. My ass is heating up.” Katleya sat on a black chair. Even while sitting, she had no belly fat. “Sh*t!” Blue groaned, biting his lip and trying to restrain himself. His erection was already painfully hard. “I’m about to c*m, Blue!” Grey said with desperation. Blue turned to him and gave a weird look. “Weaksh*t.” The music started, and Katleya’s supporters screamed. She danced to Jason Derulo’s Swalla. The crowd stood and danced along.