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I ignored him and looked straight into Gavin's eyes. "Gavin, have you ever actually seen me abuse alcohol?" Gavin was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "George, don't blame me. You made a mistake, and you have to face the consequences. If you admit your guilt now, it's not too late." Then I turned to Amelia. "Amelia, do you feel the same way?" Amelia simply let out a cold snort. Her answer was clear. I looked away and laughed at myself bitterly.

No vulnerability. Just terms and conditions.

I left the hotel and hurried back to Raven Pack. The day I buried my unborn child, the sky was heavy, as if it might fall on top of me. Standing in front of the small grave, I held a bouquet of bird of paradise flowers, my tears falling silently. "I'm so sorry. You deserved better parents," I whispered as I placed the flowers at the foot of the grave. To my surprise, Adam showed up. He held a bouquet of white roses, his expression unreadable as he stared at the grave. The sight of those roses made my stomach turn.

And so, Seolurrie suggested about what she feels. "Excuse me, I think our formations are quiet wrong." She raised her hand. "What do you mean?" Hunter Hale asked. "This formation is used when raiding a gate. But we won't be raiding any gates we will participate in a battle royale." They all listened to her explanation. "So, I was thinking if we were to use this position our rear and both of our sides will present to be unguarded." She continued. "You're right, then how about you suggest a position, Hunter Seolurrie. For sure you already have a solution in mind." Hunter Hale urged Seolurrie to tell her solution.

It wasn't one of our best days at the office. On the card was written Zilak promotion enterprise. The son of the chairman was one of our vip clients then. As my company produces new beauty products, we come in contact with different influential personnels for marketing of our brand. Zilak promotion enterprise was one of our biggest advertisement and promotional client. They buy, test and advertise products from us and market or resell at their own price. It was on a July, I had handed the deal to some of trusted staff to prepare and ready the products for marketing and promotion as Hosae, The son of the chairman of zilak was to represent the company to select new brands for marketing.

Some people seemed genuinely sorry for me, but most just saw it as confirmation that I didn't belong among them. Healer Nora tried to keep me busy with extra work, but I could see the concern in her motherly eyes. She'd asked me several times if I was feeling alright, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. How could I explain that my own mate had found me so unworthy that he'd chosen to destroy me publicly rather than simply reject me in private? Things took a turn for the worse when Vera decided I needed additional punishment for "embarrassing the pack" with my "inappropriate behavior" toward the Alpha. She reassigned me from helping in the medical wing to scrubbing floors and c

With homemade apple pie and vanilla ice cream for dessert. Thankfully there was no sign of bozo the entire evening. Felix and Alexa wasted no time going back to 'their' room, and having some alone time. I wouldn't be surprised if my sister is marked and turned tomorrow, her first shift would be this weekend under the full moon. I wanted to text her and ask her how her room was, and if she was going to let him mark her tonight. Sadly I lost my phone the night Lane tried to kill me, I'm guessing he took it. So without my phone I'm now stuck in Zanes room with him, and I could cut the awkwardness with a knife.

Funny how that worked out. The night he saved me, I asked him how I could ever repay him. He looked at me so seriously it almost felt real. "Then be mine." I pinched him lightly. "I'm serious." His breathing turned uneven as he pulled me closer. "Then... give me 290 forgiveness tokens." "Forgiveness tokens?" I wrapped my arms around him, confused. He laughed softly. "Silly girl. If I ever hurt you 290 times, I'll use those tokens to ask for forgiveness 290 times. Once they're gone, we won't owe each other anything anymore."

I moved through the files methodically, uncertain exactly what I was looking for, though some instinct kept pulling my attention toward a folder tucked toward the back, slightly out of alignment with the others, as though it had been handled more recently and returned without quite the same care. The folder had no label. That, more than anything, made me open it first. Inside, I found a series of documents that took several long moments to fully parse — correspondence dated roughly fourteen months ago, references to a private venue booking, a payment authorization for what the document described only as “discreet consultation services,” and, tucked toward the back, a single handwritten note

Jasper did not have time to be angry. He floored it all the way to the hotel. The moment he walked into the banquet hall, the massive screen behind the stage was playing footage of him and Fiona in bed together. The sounds filled the entire room, raw and unmistakable, while the images on display laid their affair bare for every guest to see. "Turn it off!" Jasper barked. "Turn it off now!" The host fumbled with the controls in a panic, but nothing worked. I had paid him well in advance to make sure the video played all the way through.