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"Not enough." He kissed me again, his minty breath filling my mouth. I sighed in contentment. I had actually known Tristan much longer than I had known Troy. We were classmates in middle school, and he used to throw crumpled papers at me from behind. He also sat behind me in high school, and by then he would start pulling my hair just for fun. By college, the young boy who used to sleep through class had grown taller, his once delicate features becoming more chiseled. He became the notorious campus playboy, with a new girlfriend every other week.

Troy turned around and saw his cousin, Graham Fordham. He hadn't seen him for a few years, and Graham had grown from a young kid to a superstar in the entertainment industry. The two of them had some bad blood between them. Back in the day, Troy spent one whole year making a wood carving of the Mona Lisa. It was a great project that took great effort for him to accomplish. Graham, who was ten years younger than him, destroyed a part of it when the housekeepers weren't watching out of mischief. His actions caused Troy's work to be incomplete.

"And Lake—I know it's awful. I know it feels impossible. But you can't change the facts. You can only decide how you're going to move forward knowing them." "I don't know how to move forward," I said, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. "Troy, every time I think about Ramon, I see—I remember that I was fourteen when Ollie was conceived. Fourteen. That's only nine years older than Ollie is now. And Ramon was twenty-one. An adult. How am I supposed to get past that?" "I don't know," Troy admitted. "But Lake—Ramon didn't know how old you were. He was drugged. And you said yourself that he was kind to you that night, that he made you feel safe. That doesn't sound like someone who was delibera

"Hehe. Don't worry…" Troy sneered savagely. "I won't make a mistake, for the sake of my son and nephew's revenge." Pausing, he then sighed. "Shame that I lost Thunder, Bolt, Galen, and Blaze to Frank. He's more impressive than I thought." "Indeed." Kilian nodded as well. He was sure that Frank had completed Birthright rank at best, but he was now wary after Troy's men and his nephew were all killed.

They have no idea that the woman I thought I'd one day call my wife had very different plans. At twenty-four, I was sure I'd found the person I'd spend my life with. Little did I know, she was simply using me to get to my brother Troy. Something I was very well-versed in. He's only ten months older than me, and I spent my entire life living in his shadow. When I was a sophomore in high school, he managed to steal my girlfriend from me and took her to his junior prom.

“It took months before I sorted it out with my parents. I had moved out of Toby’s family home. And went to live with him when he was of age.” She perked up and turned to him. “You know Toby is two years older than us?” “I figured.” “So when he was 18, I moved in with him and–” “Really?!” “Why are you so shocked?” She asked, sounding very bewildered. “Well, you were like what? Sixteen then…” “And?” Rory blinked at her. “Relax, Toby doesn’t see me that way. He has other actresses around his age that fawn over him.”

He says without adding any of his own insults. "Okay, just a second before you go." He looks at me like he just hit a jackpot. Oh no, not this again. "How old are you Orion? You're a pretty big dude. But I think you're about 17 or 18. But I'm not 100% sure." His smile falters for a minute before grinning again.

"Help, help, someone is trying to kidnap me." ... lol 😂 funny people. Looks like Troy is falling in love with Aurora😍 Please drop your comments and review this story.

Truly, Electra sometimes thought, the only thing missing was a sparkle when they smiled. “Go finish getting ready,” Troy laughed as he sat the little girl down. Athena grumbled but went into the room that the four girls shared. “Come here,” Troy said, pulling Electra into his arms. She rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist. Kissing his sister’s hair he discreetly smelled her. “I promise, it will happen when it’s supposed to,” he whispered. She nodded against his muscled chest as a few tears slipped out of her eyes. She turned sixteen without a wolf. Then seventeen. And eighteen.

But I grinned, and shook his hand. “I’m Troy,” I said, still trying to figure him out. Magic, definitely. He wasn’t too tall, about five inches shorter than me so just under six feet. He had long blonde hair, obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. He had weird tribal looking tattoos that seemed interesting. He had purple eyes, which I hadn’t even known was possible. But then again, everything about this school was the impossible. “Nice pile of bricks here. I guess it’s just us so far,” he asked, looking around.