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The notifications flooded in immediately, but one stood out, piercing through my numbness like a dagger to the heart: The heir to the Carter family is about to become a father. At first, I thought it was a cruel joke. My fingers hovered over the screen, disbelief coursing through me. But then I saw the picture of Christina, her smug face plastered everywhere, holding up a pregnancy test. The caption underneath made it clear: Jesse was going to be a father.

"Hey, you're Euphemia right?" "Yes, I am," I stuttered, which I have never done in my entire life. "I'm Karter Jenkins, I don't know if you're aware but we were both nominated for homecoming royalty," He chuckled as he swept back his dirty blonde hair. I nodded too afraid to speak for fear he might realize it was a mistake talking to me. "Okay, well I was thinking we could partner up so we could win," He shrugged his shoulders as he waited for my answer. I was too stunned to speak so I stayed silent. "Well, as you know Nina Martinez is... well I'm afraid she'll beat my ass and Jayla Stewert is all over me," Karter shuttered as he shifted his weight to the other foot.

I was happy with his suggestions. It was the beginning of November now, and I’d soon be heading back home just outside of the city for Thanksgiving. I wonder what would happen to my men then? Would we still all be seeing each other? I thought about it as I walked down to the paper. I’d meet Cheryl and Kim at the bar later, for now, I needed to check in with Jenny. “Oh, here she is, the p**n-peddler that’s saved us all. Let’s clap for her everybody.” Carter stood up from his desk to slow clap sarcastically as he talked loud enough for all of us to hear.

“The sister of the true Luna? Luna Brittany Carter is Beta Carter’s daughter. He only had one other, and she was reported deceased by Alpha Kane over two months ago. Correct?” “Oh, you would be correct, Sir. It would seem as though more truth about Carissa Carter is also coming out. I must admit that it makes Beta Carter's accusations seem much more believable, Sir.” My chest tightened when I heard the Councilman update the other regarding CC. I can’t afford to have this spread outside the pack. “How so? I thought we put this matter to bed?”

Before shutting the door, he said, "You know how it goes, Raven. Five minutes!" He looked at his watch. "What happened to Shelly Sandner?" "She got fired for what she did to you the other day," he replied without hesitation, then seemed to realize himself and clenched his lips. "Eat up. I'll be back in five." My heart stirred at what I'd just learned. I told myself to stay focus as I began eating. Jett would have fired the evil mistress if any other pack female was violated the way I was. He seemed like a decent male even though he was a jerk.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Catelyn couldn't help connecting her with a stray cat that had just been picked up by the roadside. "Mrs. Mason, this is your daughter ..." Holding Jennie in her arms, the nurse said enthusiastically. Catelyn's smile faded when she saw Jennie's appearance. Her daughter seemed a little ugly. She was not as adorable as Sharon's daughter. But maybe it was because Jennie had suffered a lot during the past month and a half. Catelyn asked the nurse to hand Jennie to her. As soon as Jennie got into Catelyn’s arms, she involuntarily moved toward the warmest place.

The kind who smoothed over the gaps, who anticipated needs, who made our life look effortless from the outside. The screen was already awake when I sat down. His email was open, which wasn't unusual. Carter never logged out of anything, never worried about privacy because why would he? He owned three homes, a hedge fund worth nine figures, and apparently my complete trust. The preview pane showed his inbox and I wasn't reading it, not really, just scrolling to find his Seamless app when I saw the subject line: "Saturday night… you're an animal."

I muttered and quickly removed the fries from the hot oil. “Why are you absent-minded?” Carter asked as he got close to me, making me back up a little, pretending to get something. “Nothing, everyone has shit they gotta deal with, right?” I said, and he nodded. “I'm here!” I heard Jenna's voice. Finally, she took longer than she was supposed to. “You're late,” Carter said, and Jenna rolled her eyes at him. She never liked Carter. He is a waiter in this restaurant, and he is hot, but Jenna hates his guts.

She described further, and I pretended not to listen to her. “You like him, don’t you?” she teased. “Hell no!” In a loud tone I disagree. “So you do know who I’m talking about,” she smiles. “Come on, tell me. What’s his name?” “Daniel. Daniel carter,” “THE Daniel Carter?” She threw a flip, emphasizing on THE like that will make me know who he is. “Owner of the carter jewelry line, the product architect of BoltX Inc —the most famous car company in the world,”