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At my pre-wedding blowout, my sister Julia Gallo suddenly challenged my fiancé Lorenzo, heir to the next Don of the Bianchi family, to a "big bet." "Let me guess how many candies you've got in your hand." "Guess right, and whatever my forfeit is, you do it." "Guess wrong, and you're covering all the leftover booze." "I'm guessing... five." She said. Lorenzo opened his right hand. Three. Julia tipped her head back to down the rest of the wine. But then— "You win." Lorenzo pulled his left hand from his pocket. "There are two more. Right here." Julia smiled at him. But tears shimmered in her eyes. She unfolded the note she'd written in advance. "Then I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd actually guess

“Raphael, you really are a hopeless bastard.” Seeing me cry, his body flinched, and he moved toward me on instinct. But Daphne suddenly caught his arm and said softly, “But Donna, the Don is only stating a fact.” “Seven years of marriage. You really haven't given him an heir.” “Any other man would have dumped you long ago, but the Don put up with you for seven whole years!” “He never said a word, and you're the one asking for a divorce. Aren't you being selfish? You don't spare a thought for how hard this is on him.”

I said carefully. "I suspected," Nonna Rosa corrected, echoing almost precisely the distinction Luciano had drawn weeks earlier about his own suspicions regarding his parentage. "Suspicion without proof felt safer, in a house that punished women for asking too many questions about the men who ran it. I've carried that particular cowardice for longer than I care to admit." *** "It's not too late to correct it," Dante said gently. "I intend to acknowledge Renata publicly, formally, as part of this family's history rather than a buried scandal. I'd like your support in that, if you're willing to offer it."

I'll never let anything hurt you again. "The family, the title, all of it can be yours. I'll step down as Don if that's what you want. We can walk away from the Mafia, from all of it." I listened quietly until he finished, then I took a small sip of my coffee and calmly replied, "Cesare, it's too late." "It's not too late." Cesare grabbed my hand. "We still have a future. If you come back to me, I'll give you anything."

I stood outside the building where Justin was throwing his birthday party. He hadn't entirely invited me to the party; he always thought it wasn’t my thing. My eyes rolled. But I was his best friend, so I guessed I was invited anyway. I had picked my best outfit just for today, wore the pink frame of my glasses, and put on more cologne than usual. Butterflies danced in my belly. I pushed through the doors. The music hit me instantly. Hip-hop. Justin's favorite genre—I never quite understood it, but I liked it because he did.

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

said the Doña. Truth be told, almost everything was available inside Hacienda Ferman—vegetables, fruits, and other cooking ingredients were all there. So what could be missing? Leah wondered as she waited for the Doña’s response. Is she deliberately making things hard for me? she added to herself. “Ahh, I remember now. What I need is honey. It has to be fresh! You can’t just buy the packed ones—I want freshly harvested honeycomb.” “Huh? The source of fresh honey is so far from the hacienda, Madam. I might not make it back before nightfall if I go to the actual honeybee farm.”

I asked in a hushed voice as we passed the empty streets wrapped in the darkness of the night. “We're going to the training grounds,” he said. I frowned. “Why? What do you want to show me there?” Dritan halted and turned my way. “What do you know about the Crescent Hills Pack?” I shook my head. “Nothing aside from the fact that they didn't want to pledge loyalty to Alpha Khaos.” He huffed out a dry laugh. “And even that small part of your knowledge is incorrect.” “What do you mean?”

Brandt Honey totally shocked me last night. From her reaction to Moe's concerns, then eye-fucking my kitchen, to her spot on negotiations for our future relationship. Did I have a preconceived notion that a 19-year-old girl would be immature? Perhaps. I know I didn't expect her to be so sophisticated, open and willing to explain her wants and needs. Honey is perfect. She is everything I have never known I wanted.

Tems walked past Jeannette without a word and went to make himself comfortable on the sofa, then he crossed his leg over the other as if he owned the place. “Jeanette, this is Honey, and she's on our side,” Tems began, introducing Honey to her. Honey sat on the couch beside Tems, she was chewing her gum with a mischievous smile on her face and her presence exuded an air of arrogance. “Why is she?” Jenatte's frown deepened, and she crossed her arms on her chest. “To help me out with my plans since you are incapable of doing that,” Tems smirked.