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"I didn't want to worry you guys. Besides, I left the papers. Once Ryan signs them, our mate bond will be severed for good. I don't need him anymore." Mom pulled me even tighter. "Come on, let's go home. Your father is going to be so happy to see you." "The Silver Moon Pack can more than afford to raise this pup. You just focus on staying healthy and let your mother handle the rest." I nodded firmly and followed her out of the airport. The sunlight hit me, warm and bright. I knew that starting today, my life was beginning again. Meanwhile, back at the Dark Moon Pack House. After Ryan dropped Clara off, he felt a strange, nagging restlessness in his chest. He headed back to the Pack House, in

The place that gave me the most horrible memories. Gabriel was constantly crossing paths with me so i decided to leave the place and came here with you to start a new life. I have no regrets except why i trusted Gabriel with Louis so blindly but then i got the punishment too. That’s who i am Denzel. A broken Cyrus". He broke down completely. Like his wounds were open again. Denzel let him cry out. He took all his hiccups, his sobs in his chest. His heart was in pain too. How someone could hurt a man like Cyrus. A pure loving person like him. He believed everything Cyrus told. He had seen him for a year almost.

Just before we got on the plane, I asked, "Are you upset that I'm taking you with me?" Parker shook his head and pressed his cheek against mine. "You're the only one I need." At that moment, my tears finally broke free. All the pain I had carried for so long melted into relief. I pulled out my phone and blocked Beatrice on every platform. "Beatrice, I suppose this is goodbye forever," I muttered under my breath. … The next day, Beatrice arrived at the office on time. After what happened yesterday, a sense of unease had kept her on edge.

"Austen... save our child... please..." Her face was as pale as paper. Blood poured out, staining the ground red. "The baby... our baby..." she sobbed, pleading. The vision vanished. I gasped for air, pulling myself up from the floor. What was that? A dream? A premonition? Why did it feel so real, so painful? Just then, the door was thrown open. "Alpha!" My captain burst in. "It's an emergency broadcast from the Healers' Alliance! Master Evelyn's team is missing in the Shadowmire Swamp!"

Louisa squeezed Liam's hand in assurance and he released a deep breath, trusting her this time. Five minutes after Louisa left, Doreen rushed in, "It's Stella." She said, flying in with some sort of paper. Liam frowned at her and placed a finger on his lips for her to lower her voice. She understood immediately and kept it low. "It was Stella. She was drunk and she drove the truck herself to hit the boss's car." Doreen said. "How did you- the CCTV didn't get that." Liam took the paper from her and truthfully the photos were all there.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

Lucas quickly answered, hoping for good news from Kris or Carlos. "Hello?" "I apologize, sir, some roads in Los Angeles are closed due to the snowstorm. After checking, the routes to several hospitals are also blocked. It's currently not feasible for us to drive out," Carlos explained, prompting Lucas to curse again. Lucas didn't know what to do. "What should I do? Luna's condition is deteriorating," Lucas exclaimed. "I'm sorry, sir. Have you contacted Dr. Kris?" Carlos inquired, suggesting what Lucas could do. "Alright, I will contact Kris," Lucas said, disconnecting the call with Carlos. He immediately dialed Kris's number, but once again, Lucas received bad news.

I sit back and relax as Mr. Hardin makes his way to my house. He takes the road that runs through the downtown area instead of Lake Road. I can’t help but wonder if that was on purpose. Perhaps he wanted to steer clear of the place where I almost died. Death by a motorcycle crash. I caught a glimpse of the coffee shop I applied to yesterday and began checking my phone for missed calls. It was dead. “Do you need to charge your phone?” This was the first thing he asked me since I jumped in the car.

Watch me break. Until there was nothing left but ash.