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After I submitted the request to leave the pack, Marcus approved it almost immediately. I was taken by surprise at first, but after thinking about it, I realized it made sense. He was busy spending time with Clara. He probably skimmed the paperwork and signed it without even noticing who submitted it. I didn't go home right away. I kept driving until I was far beyond the city limits. I had already prepared the agreement to sever the mate bond, but just in case, I had also spent a large sum buying medicine from a witch for that purpose.

During the helicopter ride back, I remained silent. According to the instructions in that strange text, I just had to continue living a numb, obedient existence for two more days, and then I would die. It promised to reward me with a second life, and honestly, that wasn’t that hard. I had held on for so long. Waiting two more days until my death made no difference. The moment we stepped off the helicopter, a slender figure stood in the way of the exit. The fake heiress, Vanessa York, sized me up.

As she made her way into the town, she found a General Access Portal painted on the narrow wall of a strip mall and uploaded the pics to the Homeless Tracker website. *** "Why in the world did you guys move to this God forsaken town?" she asked Vera, whispering in her backyard. "Shush, I don't want any of them to wake up!" Vera pointed through the open window to the sleeping figures on her bedroom floor. Cousins a dime a dozen had decided to descend that very day on Vera's home for a sleepover. Meaning, Vera won't get her coveted, clandestine sleepover with her dear Chanbeli tonight, unlike the last two nights.

"Go home and get it." "I forgot where I put it. I can't find it." Seth stepped in. "Last time you showed it to me, you left it under the coffee table in the living room." Ethan looked up at him, his gaze complicated. Seth added, "I can have it couriered over if you want?" Dylan interrupted, "No need. We don't collect marriage certificates anymore. You can keep it." Ethan let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, thank you."

"Don't try to outsmart him, I will say it again; he is a good kid but he has different needs from you. I am not trying to keep you from loving, I just want you to experience wholesome love. He is used to ladies giving up their love easily, and when you get something for free over time you do not find worth in it anymore." "I get it, my love is worthless to him."

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He eased the door shut until it clicked and once we were safely inside the space, he cleared his throat. “It wasn’t as it seemed.” “From the enormous smile on your face I could beg a differ.” My eyebrows lifted, and he just sighed, setting two fingers against his forehead. “Princess Jasmine’s family is the King’s closest ally in trade and power. That’s a little tip I got out of her today, that’s the only reason I’d be around such a vulgar person such as herself.” I chewed on my lip as I took in his words and I felt my chest expand in hope. We were getting somewhere, even if it were baby steps there was still progress.

Data Entry: Contacts + Preferences Priority: Normal Notes: "Consolidate spreadsheet. Favorite colors, sizes, materials for gift recipients. Use template." The spreadsheet is an immaculate grid of people I don't know: donors? partners? The "partner" line is blank except for a code. I scroll. Favorite color: red. Fabric: silk. Perfume: notes of vanilla, amber. Ring size entry. Shoe size. Dress size. My sizes. All of them. Not generically "like mine." Exactly mine. I go very still. The cursor waits in the box like a blinking dare. I can close the document. I can log off. I can call the agency and ask why someone's creepy personal database looks like it's been scraped off my life.

He whipped out his phone and spoke into it for a few seconds. "The maintenance crew are on it," he said to me. "So..." He slowly and deliberately looked me up and down. His eyes were like hands running across my body. I shivered. A smile twisted the corner of his lips. "I read that women within the first trimester of pregnancy can get really... horny. I can be of service to you in that regard. I can offer you my stud services." I glared at him, absolutely infuriated.

To answer the questions that were raised in the minds of the readers, yes I'm working on a sequel. A sequel was always the part of the plan and my idea was to leave the readers to a cliffhanger to get them excited. But a lot of the readers were being critical of my decision, which is completely understandable. 'Set Me Free' was not revised so sorry for the typos, I will try to mend my mistakes as much as possible. The sequel is called 'Am I Free?' the book sheds light on what actually happened to Daniel Robinson, if he ever gets to meet Isabelle Davis. Most importantly the sequel gives the much awaited ending. Hope all the readers will enjoy the sequel, I'm still working on it but here is a