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I opened it to find an animated sticker—a cute little cat apologizing. I didn’t bother scrolling through the rest of his messages. Taking a deep breath, I pressed delete. Nine years of chat history vanished in an instant. My fingers trembled slightly as I stared at the now blank screen. After steadying myself, I walked out of the airport. My mom had already texted to say they were waiting outside. I couldn’t let them notice anything was wrong. I didn’t want them to worry. I was worried about how I’d find my parents in such a crowded airport, but from a distance, I spotted a large banner that read, “Welcome home, our darling Gina!”

Too empty. And the strangest part? I miss him before he even turns the corner. Back in my room, I collapse onto my bed, pressing a hand to my chest. My heart still races. Not from fear. Not from Ryan. Not from the whispers. But from him. From the way he said I want you to choose me. From the sincerity I didn’t expect. From the vulnerability I never imagined an Alpha could show. I close my eyes. This bond… This pull… This feeling…

MIA With Kay-Os raging all over the east, I’m left feeling horrible. I was telling the truth when I told Grey I’d never take my choice back. Really, I can’t even if I wanted too, but I won’t regret my choice. I don’t wish people to die, though. When I made my choice, I was expecting our mysterious hero to show up just as Kay-Os did, but it seems he’s abandoned us. It’s the only regret I have. I put too much trust in Celine and Fate. I should have known they would be wrong.

He must've been waiting for that moment for the past seven years. Didn't matter anymore. On the way home, I picked up some pork ribs.

Rivers had scolded the younger maid regarding the stuff posted about me online made my heart warm. "No need to explain. I trust my judgment. "Ms. Qoss is my guest. From now on, no one is allowed to gossip about this matter!" The young maid had been dismissed. When the others saw me come out, they greeted me with kind smiles. "Morning, Miss!" Mrs. Rivers's son, Mark Rivers had not stepped foot in an internet cafe since the day after we arrived. "Is Amy awake? I bought her tons of toys!" He did not even slow down, arms full of gifts, headed straight for the child.

I said yes before he finished the sentence. It was not because I was afraid,not because I had no other option and not because someone is telling me where to go, which has been the shape of my whole life up until very recently and which I am finished with. I said yes because I have been thinking about this since I came downstairs this morning, since I sat on the floor last night with my back against the bed, since I held that water glass in Mae's back room and understood that the thing building inside me needs more room than Creston can give it.

he stood up, turning his back to me "you've got the pick of the bunch, Ezra thinks your cool and no doubt Theo will be head over heals... you'll choose one of them..." "I don't know who I'll choose" I replied, "It's just... you might choose someone else... I've got to.. play the game Grey..." I turned, before walking off back to my room.

I wasn’t running from something I couldn’t face. This time… I was choosing. Choosing to walk away. Choosing to let go. Choosing my way out.

My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month. Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project. That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records. He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad. He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office. The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below h

“I didn’t want any of this.” Want has nothing to do with it. The cracks stretched further, circling me now but they didn’t touch me. Not once. Like they couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. You were chosen. My stomach dropped. “Chosen by who?” Silence. Then. By me. The words hit harder than anything else. I staggered back, my heel catching on a root as my pulse spiked again. “No.” Yes. “No!” I shouted this time, louder, desperate. “I didn’t ask for this! I’m now whatever you think I am, I’m not”