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Before I could push her away, the enraged Fabian yanked her hair. “Stop f*cking seducing people! I gave you five years of pleasure. If you’re not grateful, fine, but what makes you think you can dump me now? Let me tell you, you can forget it! I’ll do a few years in the slammer, but I’ll still come for you when I get out. You’ll never escape me!” Tiffany was both furious and terrified when she heard Fabian. She spat directly at his face. “You piece of sh*t! May you rot in hell!”

I turned away from them and walked to the first cell on the left. Inside was a young woman, she was stunning looking, and she had made sure she kept herself and her cell clean and tidy. She was sitting on her rug, cross-legged on the floor. She had a pad and some pencils in front of her. I sat down on the floor just outside her cell and said softly, “Hi, I'm Freya. What are you up to?”

End of Chapter 45 ---

I was almost raped, Dylan killed a man and I was now back with Four someone who I'd never thought I'd see again. For the past five minutes Four had been attempting to get me to stop cryjng and to calm down but all I could think of was his heavy weight on top of me, as I pushed at his chest but he didn't budge I wasn't strong enough for him. Four had pushed open the door to one of the rooms quickly setting me down on the bed that was placed in the centre quickly making his way over to the window shutting the curtains as if he was still trying to block me from the secret that I already knew.

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Kymoni said with an attitude. PSA: Hey guys I know book 4 dropped, but it was done super early. The plan was to finish this book, which will be done within the upcoming week. Then I was going to wait for the release of book 4, which usually takes days before my book to drop. Well that was what me and my editor was expecting. But apparently book 4 was in high demand, so they release the book within hours of me uploading it. So with that said I will start updating book 4 as soon as this book ends. Thanks for your patience and support.

He had come to expect the four-fifteen messages on Thursdays the way he had come to expect the north light in the library reading room — steady, reliable, arriving without announcement. There have been seven Thursdays now. Ruth had written after each one. He had read each message at his desk and written back and added a line to the library notes, now at ninety-seven pages. He knew the Thursday children by the details Ruth gave — not their names, which she did not include, but their particulars. The four-year-old with the birds. The boy of nine who read with his chin on the table, the book propped against a stack of other books. The girl of eleven who had not taken a book from the shelf in fo

I knew as soon as she felt it she wouldn't be able to hide it. " No, not yet. Thank the goddess. I have big plans starting tomorrow. Thank you for the plate of ribs. I'm going to make the rounds and get to bed early. I have to be to the airport by 4am. I have a 6am flight. So if I don't see you later, I'll see you in a year." She says to me quickly as she turns and starts walking away. I stand there frozen. Trying to figure out what just happened.

“Zorya, honey. Sweet summer moonbeam. My innocent baby wolf. You’re telling me that you confessed to wanting four massive, possessive, gorgeous, emotionally-damaged Alphas and instead of throwing hands or rejecting you, they said yes?” “…yes.” Vivia sat down on the couch like her legs gave out. “You’re living my dream.” I covered my face with both hands. “Stop.” “No. No, I cannot stop. This is history. This is an academic legend. The girl who seduced four Alphas and lived.” “I didn’t seduce them!” “Zorya.” She raised her brow slowly. Very slowly. “Did you or did you not make out with all four today?” I opened my mouth to deny it. Nothing came out.

"What is four?" "Four is that when this week is over, I do not know what happens next. I do not know if I am coming back to New York. I do not know if I am going to let you in further or shut you out completely. I do not know anything. Last night was not a promise. It was an experiment. Do you understand?" "I understand." "Do you really?"