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After a sigh she continues. "The other planets decided that human males weren't strong enough to actually provide aid... (Tursa licks her lips) To be honest the Shikaz, Gaimo, Vaal, Frole, Peulo, Glortinon and Kea people are still free because the Cok, Hassin, Bronkark, and Makskin people joined them. If they hadn't we would have already fallen. Physically we are too weak against our enemy," Tursa says before meeting my eyes again and I gasp as I see her tears.

Rather, it was her calm admission that she used to love him and then telling him equally as calmly that she didn't want him anymore. Larry flew back to Snowlight Pack alone that evening. Before boarding the plane, he sent Brock two text messages. The first one said, "Make a public announcement that I will be rejecting all pack alliance marriage proposals from now on." The second one said, "Establish a long-term education fund for Nora in the Neutral Zone, under my name, without Sarah's knowledge." After sending them out, he stood at the boarding gate and looked down at an old photo on his phone from many years ago.

“If this is normal, I could get used to it.” Later that night, they returned to the beach house. The ocean whispered outside, and the air smelled faintly of rain. Alexander sat by the open window, gazing at the horizon. “You know,” he said quietly, “I used to think freedom meant control, owning everything, commanding everyone, never depending on anyone.” “And now?” Elena asked, wrapping a shawl around her shoulders. He looked at her. “Now I think freedom is the opposite. It’s letting someone in and realizing you don’t have to carry the world alone.” She walked over, standing beside him. “That’s something most people never figure out.” “I had a good teacher,” he said softly. She smiled. “And

So, I started spending money on myself again. When my first bonus came through, I bought myself flowers. I wasn't waiting around for someone to buy them for me, nor was I commemorating any special occasion. I'd simply passed a florist on my way home, thought the white tulips looked beautiful, and bought them. The second time, I went to see an art exhibition. Presley always used to say that admission tickets were a waste of money, that places like that were just tourist traps. But as I stood inside the gallery hall, quietly taking in the entire collection at my own pace, it hit me for the first time that spending money on things I genuinely wanted to experience was what actually gave it value

After hanging up, Dylan nudged the ten-dollar hand cream toward me. “Jenna, Bianca really needs this job. Her livelihood depends on her hands, so this is more urgent for her. Just use this tonight, and I’ll book you another manicure after I get paid next month, okay?” I stared at the cracks along my fingertips. Then, I remembered the words I had accidentally seen in his phone memo earlier that day. [Free pass for letting Bianca hurt Jenna: 1 remaining] [If Jenna ends the relationship first, all free passes will automatically reset.]

I unfolded the pages and pushed them toward the three of them. "Perfect. I want to end every personal and financial tie between us." At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

When I was little, I was poisoned by wolfsbane. My sister Fiona saved me. After that, she always said, "I saved your life. You should be grateful. Never forget what I've done for you." So whenever I had good food or pretty clothes, I gave them to her if she wanted them. When I turned eighteen, the pack chose a fiancé for me. Fiona told me, "Don't trust any man so easily. Let me check them out for you first. If they're not right, you shouldn't marry them." So she went on dates with those men on my behalf, from refined gentlemen to charming, outgoing guys. Every time she came back, she looked disappointed. "Zoey, this guy seems really shady. He's not right for you." "Zoey, this guy is all swee

I asked coldly. "Of course not, Harper. There's nothing between Caleb and me, really," Sheena replied with a forced smile. I calmly showed her the screenshots from yesterday. "Nothing? Then why are you calling him Daddy?" Sheena visibly panicked, struggling to form words. "What if I shared these online?" I asked. "I wonder what people will call you—mistress, homewrecker, or worse?" Sheena sneered. "It's your fault for not being good enough to keep your man. Besides, they're just pictures. Who would believe you?"

She silently watches him go and lets out a sigh of relief when he gets out. Running through the night streets of New York with a broad smile on his face, he hasn’t felt this happy in a while. Daniel finally feels alive and free, just talking to her gave him such perks that he never imagined he would ever get. The smile his face wears is unimaginably big; he can’t describe the emotions that are coursing through his body right now.

I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.