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I reacted immediately, I was about to drop a greeting but Sera beat me to it. Sera: greetings Luna😊 Luiz: oh I almost forgot Sera: it’s in your best interest not to forget idiot😂 Alpha Is gonna murder your ass Luiz: oh my fucking god…. I need to run 😂 I smile at their joke wondering what’s with everyone teasing me today. Me: Guys…. I’m here you know😒 Sera: oh my god what’s with that emoji Luna?😳 Luiz: she’s mad… we’re fucked sera

I can’t help but keep falling in love with him over and over again. My thoughts are interrupted when my mobile begins to beep. Seeing the caller ID, I immediately answer the call. “Hello” “Luna” it is Mustapha from the other end, “we found out that for the past three years, Natalia has been cohabiting with a witch from the Zu clan”

if the packs reject us too…. “That's not enough, Lara.We need to win the pack's hearts for them to accept me as their mate!”. I cautioned her who seemed overjoyed at the slightest thought of our mate. “Would you like to have your breakfast here?”. “Oh yes,I will….” “Hold on,who exactly are you referring to?. You lack manners? You don't know how to differentiate between your Luna and I?”. Kael retorted at the chef. “I'm sorry,but….”.

He hates her too. "Hello." "Yeah, Luka, I need you to make someone disappear." "That's my specialty, baby. Who do you want to disappear?" "My mother." *********

The rain poured heavily over Rio de Janeiro, drumming against the windows of the penthouse apartment in Ipanema as if trying to wash away years of secrets. Luka sat on the black leather sofa, his laptop open on the coffee table, but the screen had been dark for nearly forty minutes. He held a glass of single malt whiskey, the ice long since melted. At thirty-eight, Luka Silva — or rather, the man who had carried many false names throughout his life — knew he had reached his limit.

🦋 CATALINA 🦋 I hop from one foot to the other anxiously, gawking at the wristwatch I have on, “I really don’t have time,” I thought. “It’s not supposed to be fun, I’m asking you to use and dump me,” Luka says, dragging me back to the present. “No, Luka,” I voice. “That’s totally preposterous! Find a way to get over me on your own.” “But I can’t, I told you this is all new to me,” he explains softly. “I just…”

Luka had been up north at the Iron Claw Pack, smoothing out an alliance treaty with Alpha Blaze. He would be home in any minute. My stomach did that familiar, fluttery flip-flop just thinking about him. I could already feel the phantom sensation of his strong arms wrapping around my waist and the rough, woody scent of cedar and pine that always clung to his skin... A sharp ping from my phone snapped me back. I wiped my hands on my apron, expecting a "crossing the border" text. Instead, it was a video from an unknown number. The smile slid off my face...

“You’re only making this harder for yourself. Come back to me, and I’ll forgive you. I’ll forget this ever happened.” Elara snarled in response, her eyes blazing with defiance. “I’ll never come back to you, Luka. You’re a liar, a betrayer, and I will never belong to you.” Luka’s fury reached its breaking point, and with a roar of rage, he lunged at her again, his teeth snapping dangerously close to her throat. Elara barely dodged the attack, her heart pounding as she realized just how close she had come to being killed. Luka wasn’t just angry—he was out of control, consumed by his need to claim what he thought was his.

People do crazy things for love, and Luka is not immune to falling in love. “Just keep your fucking word this time, Luka,” I warned him.

Luke huffed, eyeing him cautiously. "Pour me another glass." Was his only response. Luke did as he asked, but he did not stop with his interrogation. "I hear she rejects you." "Who?" Luca raised his brows in ignorance. Luke rolled his eyes, sipping from his red glass of God knows what. It was clearly not the same thing Luca was having. "Do not feign ignorance Luca, you know very well I mean the girl Hazel." A frown tainted Luca's features, but he did not utter a word in return, he only turned his cold gaze to the dance floor below, wordlessly staring into space.