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Back at Havenridge, Isabella was close to pulling her hair out. "Why isn't he calling me back? "Why isn't he picking up my calls anymore? "He blocked me! How could he block me? I am his daughter!" Isabella was so mad that she hurled her phone to the ground. She then spoke to Mitchell in a demanding tone, "Is Gabriella happy now that she totally destroyed me? She's so evil! She'd always been taking everything that belonged to me ever since we were young!"

she asks. take a deep breath before telling her that we ended things. She immediately wraps me in a comforting hug, sensing the sadness that still lingers within me. She gently reveals that she heard from Cassian’s personal assistant—he’s back in France and had all his unfinished paintings shipped there. The news hits me like a fresh wave of grief. After we finish shopping, Hailee looks at me with concern. “Do you want to go out for drinks later? I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”

Ashley: You know me always caring Me: Yes but only for me Ashley: Yes only for my best friend Me: Well I need to go Ashley: What Y? Me: I’m probes close to my locker Ashley: K, but u better text me when u go to lunch Me: I will, I’ll even text u if I get bored in class k? Ashley: K ttyl. Bye Me: Bye

I was dying to know. Once Lucas stormed off, the rest of us couldn't help but continue to tease him even in his absence. "Dude's got a serious case to deal with. That case he lost definitely gave him some kind of trauma," Caleb joked, chuckling. I grinned, shaking my head. "Yeah, he's never been one to take losses well, but this is on a whole different level. Lucas is a crazy mofo!” One of the guys chimed in, "I mean, who gets that worked up over a case? He’s gotta have bet some millions of dollars or something."

he said simply. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The word landed. She hadn't expected it — she had expected the Alpha register, the managed version, and instead she had gotten the word underneath all of it, plain and undefended. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Loss. His deepest groove, worn in by Carr and his father and his mother at twenty and fifteen years of building a life that required nothing it could lose. She had known this. She had known it completely. And she had not, until this moment, understood how immediately her pulling back would land in that groove.

"I wasn't asking." "But you were thinking it." A chuckle escaped his lips. "And yes, you can live longer than a hundred years old if you're cursed, it might be a pain, and you lose people you care about, but I guess it's better than dying." Suddenly, the jokes and cocky smirks came to an end. Harlow watched as his lips formed to a straight line, and his eyes shifted. His shoulders hunched forward, and under his breath, he muttered, "Like Saden." Harlow didn't know who Sadan was, but from how his mood changed, it was someone important to him. She took a deep breath, suddenly understanding the grief he was going through. It wasn't easy to lose someone; Harlow knew that better than anyone. She

" I was looking forward to seeing them. He nodded, but still, I could see her sad look. I knew what he felt, the loss. No matter what happened to the culprit, what you lost could never be returned. He lost his daughter and I lost Mya. Marck would be arrested, he might even die, but nothing would betray them back. Two lives gone and there was no turning back. That was the truth. There was no punishment that made up for someone's loss. "My daughter will be at peace now," he said.

If not for me then for this broken girl who just lost her other half. "Basil was a great person, Autumn. They fought hard and they loved harder." A wail leaves her lips. "There wasn't a day that went by where they didn't make at least one person smile. Tonight, tonight they fought valiantly. Luck was not on our side, on their side." A harsh sob from her has me biting my lip and blinking harshly. "I am incredibly sorry for this loss, Autumn. I'm so damn sorry." "Wha- where?"

My mouth gaped open as the news hit me, "Holy shits, who do that?" "I have no idea but I suspect the Alpha does. I've heard at times saying they can't attack the person or something like that." I cup a hand over my mouth, the crackers forgotten. " I'm so sorry, I didn't know." It's okay…" She takes in a shuddering breath. "It's just.. we've lost some many people in such a short time, it's crazy." I know how you feel." I patted the top of her head in commemoration.

"Hailey, are you alright?" Hailey fluttered her eyes, a blurry figure towered over her. The sadness lingered in her heart. The grief was still present. "You're having a bad dream, Hailey." Her vision became clearer and she could see Rob's worried expression. "Are you alright?" He asked again. Alright? Hailey rubbed her eyes. Her cheeks were wet with tears. She wasn't alright. What was happening to her? This bad dream. Why did she feel like she'd experienced this before? Was this a part of her memory? That time she lost her baby?