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"Kane, can you hear me? The bond went dead—I thought you cut it!" “I threw up a mental wall,” Kane grunts back, his thoughts bleeding into mine. “I severed my own senses to stop from feeling your hesitation. I thought I could give you seven days, Shawn. But I can't wait a week no more. I am starving, and my wolf is tearing me apart from the inside out.” “I am standing on the edge of a cliff,” his voice echoes inside my head, “If you are driving back here just to tell me you're doing this out of guilt, or out of fear... I will drop the wall right now and tear the tie apart myself.”

“Just once… let me watch you while you write.” Jessica managed a faint smile. “I don’t have plans to start a new book yet. I just finished Red Thorn, and I think my mind deserves a little rest…” She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting forward as if she were seeing something only she could envision. “…But I think I already know what kind of story I’ll write next.” “Really!? What kind of book?” Jerome asked, his voice brimming with excitement. Jessica fell into deep thought before speaking. “I think it’s time I write about something more real…stories grounded in truth. My next book will be inspired by actual experiences.”

Such absurdity! Jade massaged her temples and held the book tightly in her hands, fixing her glasses. She doesn’t have bad eyes, it was just to complete the nerdy look everybody’s sporting these days. "Let's see where you will end up, stupid story!" "Jade! Come out of your room right now and stop reading! The food is ready!" "Just a moment!"

Also, the wooden beam that had been right on her shoulder. Almost every night, especially after her hospital treatment, her dreams were consistently bad, especially when she thought of Paulina. She sighed softly, attempting to push away those unpleasant memories. She was Jess, Jesslyn Willis, who was strong enough to face any hardships in her life. Once again, as she glanced at her watch, a red Jazz parked in front of her. She knew who the owner of this vehicle was. Clara Jasson.

But it is simply not so easy to just take his raw affection for my body back once it has been fully given away to another man. As the dark forest evening approaches the valley, Jessa Moore finally manages to slip away from her family cabin, leaving the little Reed Walker Twins safe under the heavy guard of her own pack parents. Her boots click softly against the floor as she approaches my bedside, letting out a long, ragged sigh as she looks at my broken frame lying there under the thin white sheets. “Mars hasn't opened his eyes yet, Tyler?” Jessa whispers, her hand touching my cold forehead. “Brother, why does his beautiful male body have to carry such a terrible, bloody destiny in this for

“I know I shouldn’t care. But it’s like, every time I let myself think maybe, maybe something’s changing between us, he slams the door right in my face.” Jessa slid closer and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “He’s an idiot.” That made me laugh, though it came out choked. “You don’t even know him.” “I don’t need to. Any man who kisses you and then pretends it didn’t mean anything? Idiot. Certified.” Her certainty steadied me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. “Come on,” she said suddenly, her eyes bright. “We’re not sulking over broody Alpha boys today. Let’s bake.”

Jahar spoke again and Jess jumped at his booming voice. “Jessica… My name… is Jessica.” Jess spoke in a hoarse voice. Her throat was completely dry, and her fear did not help either. All the men’s ears perked up at the sound of her voice and her name. Even if they did not want to care, their wolves wanted to know more about their mate. “How did you get here?” Kian asked, seemingly bored. Jess frowned not knowing exactly what they were asking. Weren’t they the once that brought her here? What did they mean when they say got here? Jess was not even sure where was here.

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."

Jessie's POV I was in my mother's chamber, sitting at the desk in the hidden library that I had discovered just days ago. I had been trying to make sense of my mother's notes, scattered papers filled with her elegant handwriting, discussing bloodlines, ancient pack laws, and cryptic references to something called "the Luna's gift." But my concentration kept breaking, my mind wandering to Derek, to Ethan, to the tangled web of lies I was weaving. A sharp knock on the outer chamber door pulled me from my thoughts. I quickly ran out and pressed the hidden panel, and the bookshelf door slid closed, concealing the library once more. I emerged into the bedroom just as the knock came again, more in

Before she could ask, Jasper’d smiled and said, “I’m a little psychic. It comes and goes, and I can’t control what I see so it’s worthless.” “Not worthless,” she’d assured him. “You just need to learn how to harness it.” “Perhaps,” he’d said with a slight shrug, “but I have more pressing matters at the moment.” “I can contact the coven through the web,” she’d offered, “but you’ll still have to find a way to get me out of here without a bodyguard.”