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She spun on her heel and hurried away, her footsteps tapping the floor. Daphne dropped to her knees immediately. She hoped that if she looked busy enough with the apples, everyone would stop staring. No such luck. A pair of expensive, shiny leather boots appeared right in her line of sight, stopping beside one of the apples. To her absolute horror, her stomach sank when Griffith crouched down and picked it up, placing it gently into her basket. Daphne wanted to grab the remaining apples and run as fast as her legs could manage, but she kept to moving gracefully.

I stood there, helpless, as they worked around him. “Please step outside,” someone said, guiding me toward the door. I barely felt it, I barely heard it. My mind was still stuck on his words. The door closed in front of me and just like that—I was alone again only this time…It wasn’t just heartbreak waiting for me on the other side. It was something far more dangerous because somewhere out there… Someone had just learned—Daphne Harper existed.

He closed his eyes and cursed softly before for the second time that evening proceeding to count his numbers to avoid spotting a hard on for his mate that hated him to her bones. Slowly his harshed breathing calmed down and he slipped into sleep world. ***** Daphne’s POV I stirred with a smile plastered on my face… the thought that I had him as my driver was a sign that my plans were working. I needed to put them in a tight spot, I had the best dream of my life to back it up. They were all dressed in partially nothing and were crawling towards me…I shivered as the feeling of dominating these dominant and proud peacocks pleased me.

Daphne defended herself. "I’m telling you, your lover boy here would have enjoyed it, if you did, Annie! Oh please, going alone in another country is theoretically a staycanymoon!" Desire chided. Both of them turned their heads to Clara in bewilderment. Desire shot the couple a conniving grin. "What? You’re together, so I don’t see anything wrong with bringing a—" Daphne dashed toward her and covered her mouth. "I think you have too much caffeine today, Dee... Let’s tone it down a bit, okay?" She then chuckled, and she slowly removed her hands from her friend’s mouth.

“Yes. Rosa right?” Alexander….sure chose unexpectedly. He could have at least gone for someone better looking than her. “Well, I can't stand her!” “Me neither,” Daphne rolled her eyes. “I need you to come remind my Xander who his first love is.” Daphne's lips stretched into a wide smile. “Hm… what are you planning?” “You already get what I'm saying…. destroy their marriage. Simple.” “Do you think…Alexander would still want to talk to me…after all that?”

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.

They didn’t notice me when I entered but they did when Adrian came behind me. Adrian guided me to the last table where three other boys were waiting. One of the boys with a buzz cut asked even before I was seated, “Is she, Daphne?” Adrian nodded. They hooted together, and I flushed. Because I didn’t know what Adrian told them about me. “Don’t worry, I have only said good things about you.” Adrian whispered in my ear, making me squirm in my seat. Because of our previous kiss session, I was still horny.

Daphnie looked like a dream in her sapphire gown. Daphne was effortlessly beautiful, the kind of girl who didn’t need to try to shine she just did. Her long, golden hair shimmered like sunlight,Her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief and warmth, always full of energy and unspoken plans. She was bold, outspoken, and unafraid to chase what she wanted, especially when it came to love. Daphne had a natural confidence, the kind that drew people in without effort. She could light up any room with her laughter and charm, and even though we weren’t related by blood, she was more than just my best friend she was my family, my anchor, my sister in every way that mattered.

There was no fated mate bond between us, but there was a heavy, intoxicating pull that made me completely dizzy. The romantic rain washed over us, soaking my hair and dripping down his blood-smeared, perfect jaw, but neither of us moved. "Who..." his voice was a deep, rough gravel that vibrated right through my hands and straight down my spine. His grip tightened, his thumbs digging into my skin as his eyes raked over my face, looking at me with total fascination. "Who the hell are you?" "Daphne ," I whispered, breathless, staring right back into his dangerous, gorgeous eyes. My heart was pounding furiously, trapped beneath his massive body. "And if you don't let me fix your chest, Alpha, yo

She came here because of me, and she had been trying so hard helping me with practicing my gifts, but it was hard, when someone didn’t have the same thought as me. She had hinted on going back to where she came from, but I had dissuaded her. She had no one and I wished she could find her mate in RedMoon, so all thought about leaving would vanish from her mind. On getting to her room, I noticed the door was ajar. I had checked the training field before coming here, but she wasn’t there. I moved close to the door, hearing some faint sounds from the room. Opening the door I gasped in shock. Daphne was on tiptoes as she clung helplessly to Hank as they kissed, unaware of my presence.