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I knew she wasn't going to like the idea of her being here alone with my mother, "Fine. When I get back tonight, we’ll sit down and really discuss it, okay? We'll figure out a plan." I reached into my pocket and pulled out my premium black card, pressing it into her palm. "Take this. Go out later. Buy some new clothes, some jewelry, whatever you want. If you’re gonna be the Luna, you might as well shop like one." Catherine opened her mouth to argue, probably to tell me she didn't need anything, but I cut her off.

Hence, I sent him my contact information directly. [Is this cat like a human?] [When she tried to nurse your daughter, she was actually trying to use another method to invade your daughter's body. Your daughter is the host body, and you're the main body. Essentially, you two are symbiotic. So, killing your daughter is the first step for her to complete the possession.] Marcus revealed so much information to me in just one minute. I knew I was in the right hands, so I quickly told him everything I knew.

“Mom, help me get Catherine. She could help me please. I need her." “She's loyal to Duskrend and we can't easily access her like that." "There's no harm in trying mother. Let me do it,” Camila said as she walked in. “Are you sure?" my mother asked. “I'll show you when I bring Catherine to the Alpha," she said and made her way out.

“I’m going down to reception, Peters. I’m meeting with a woman. You can check out the area and stand outside, but it’s something I need to do myself. I don’t want you in the room with us.” Peters reached for his phone. Cat laid her hand over his, giving him a beseeching look. “Please don’t call Eric to get his approval. The woman is my birth mother and I need to sort this out myself.” Peters looked doubtful for a moment before weighting the situation then nodding. “Ok.” He didn’t know her history. Cat was sure if he knew, her asking him not to call Eric wouldn’t have stopped him. They rode the elevator down together in silence. Peters was a man of few words, and Cat needed the time to gather

Tobias questioned Catherine as she heaved a sigh of frustration. “Fine. I will tell you just one thing. Lily is not your only mate. Lily cannot be your only mate because she is your second-chance mate. You already have a mate. Okay? A mate you were destined to be with. A mate you are not supposed to ever leave,” Catherine said as Tobias laughed.

Charlie looked at her pretty silhouette with a dark expression and wiped his lips hard. Ha! So what if she looked down on him? He would surely teach her a lesson one day. … After returning to the office, Catherine’s head spun from looking at Yule Corporation’s documents for a while. Hence, she started playing games on her phone. When she had finished one round of the game, a player called You’re In My Heart came to form a team with her. Once Catherine approved the request, both of them went onto the battlefield.

She blanked out, realizing she had no idea what to type. She sat on the carpet, leaning back against the seat as she calmed herself. She gazed at the cat who was licking its paws right beside her and exhaled slowly, “Don’t panic, Mr. Kitty.” The cat softly meowed at her before resuming its shameless public bathing activity. She typed: How to make love to a woman?

It’s Catherine. “Superstar,” I mumble. They probably think I’m crazy. It’s either I am crazy or that’s her. Lucas laughs. I notice now he’s on his feet and with Sam’s phone. “What’s so funny?” I ask. “Her bio literally says I’m not a superstar,” Lucas answers. What? Why would she write that? Lucas offers me the phone before I can grab it. “Look at it right there, Cal.” Everything on the screen blurs except for her username. Mama_mace. What the—? She has a kid named Mace. For who?

Celeste presses her fingers into her thigh until the pressure almost hurts. “I was enough,” she whispers. The words sound thin in the empty room. She stands and walks to the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to see the street below. People move in clusters, laughing, talking, living lives untouched by her name. She envies them. Her phone buzzes. Against her better judgment, she flips it over. A notification slips through—someone has tagged her in a post. She opens it before she can stop herself. It’s a split-screen video.