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"Shit, I’m sorry. Me too. Same boat." Aiden looks up, seeing the genuine understanding in Harris’s eyes. The knot in his chest loosens, just a fraction. "It’s... it’s okay." "What do you do for fun?" Harris asks, leaning back against a fence post. "You gotta have something." Aiden shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I like to draw. Sightseeing, Sketching, mostly. And I like to run, even if I can’t shift." "Running is good," Harris nods. "I like sightseeing too you know? that's where I was coming from, going to more exposed city,It’s calming."

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It seems he hasn’t slept in days, and it was drastically showing. “I’m back,” I tell him, shutting the door behind me. I glanced over to see Aiden, Sampson’s Beta, seated with his feet propped up on the desk like he owned the place. He gave me a smirk, his eyes scanning my body and giving me an uneasy feeling. Aiden was the one thing I didn’t like about this pack; he never seemed to take no for an answer. He wasn’t a bad-looking guy, he was a little older than me, maybe late 20s, and he had blonde hair he always styled to perfection, and dark blue eyes with naturally long eyelashes that women would be jealous of. Most women in the pack found him to be eye candy and talked about him nonstop.

I pray for forgiveness as I go to tip the shot back. Aiden growls low in his chest and yanks the shot from my hand. Throughout the night Cera, Tianna and Aiden run interferrence when it comes to the alcohol. I'm talking to a clubwhore about a potienial job at 318 when Gunner walks up. He pulls me in a hug. "You look different. You have glow you didn't have before." "I'm part Fae asshat." "It's not that. Something is different." I shrug my shoulders. Gunner takes my hands lifting my arms and looks me over.

“Aiden, cariño, tomorrow Abuela will send car options. You pick one.” “Two,” Aiden said quickly. “One,” I said. “Two,” Xavier said. “Xavier.” “We’ll look at the catalog first,” Papa said. Mama lifted a hand. “Maya, don’t make him sad before bed.” I looked at Aiden. He stood in the middle of his room in messy pajamas, one little foot stepping on a stuffed dinosaur, his blue eyes wide, hair falling over his forehead, his face specifically assembled by nature to make me lose.

THREE Aiden came around to face his partner head on, Danny’s silhouette outlined in blue and pink. He could see every hair on his head, the fine peach fuzz along his arms, all of it highlighted in vibrant detail. Seeing him, Aiden thought, was to observe a painting, an oil on canvas titled ‘Man on Bed Holding Baby’.

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Aiden’s POV “Haven, not now,” I muttered, staring at the document projected across my tablet. The red numbers glared at me, mocking. I hadn’t slept more than three hours in the last two nights; my company was still bleeding. But it was all lost on Haven. She didn’t care. “Aiden,” she whined, shaking the hanger in her hand, “you promised you’d help me pick one. Which do you like better—the red bikini or the gold one?”

Author's pov Alpha Aiden sat on the large armchair in his conference room, as several artists presented their works. Since he had concluded that the treaty was going to hold, he needed someone to sketch out all of his territories. But he had gone through the work of the sixth artist and yet none of them matched Celine's talent, she was the perfect person for this. He gritted his teeth, all of his attempts to get her back k had failed. He couldn't decide on anyone from all of these people, it had to be Celine, the perfect one who would take the blame for everything and no questions would be asked.