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Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

] [Let me summarize: side piece assaults family, trash wife protects side piece, epic family annihilation—chef's kiss! [Modern independent woman? More like a hollow trophy who abandoned her own family. Can't even protect her father!] [Look who showed up—the Keltner heiress. This just got nasty for Ashley.] [For those unaware: Chelsey Keltner, sole heir to the Gibelli Keltners, nicknamed the 'Legal Executioner'—undefeated. Ashley, you might want to start picking out your burial plot.] "Small-time fling? I love Ashley! Ashley, tell them!" Brian raged, clutching her arm and shouting hysterically.

Her wolf. She closed her eyes and ignored her. ‘Admit it. You like him.’ “Stop it, Leia. She’s ruthless,” she said softly as she stared at the ceiling again. - “IS there a problem, Beta?” Millie asked while they walked in the hallway. “How is she?” “She’s a strong girl. She’s doing much better… physically.” “What do you mean?” Dillon asked. You could see confusion in his eyes when he glanced at Millie. “She was abused for years. They treat her like….” Millie shook her head; she couldn’t say a word. Looking at Emily, she felt pity for her. Even if Emily is showing a stern expression, Millie knows that her heart is aching.

8:55 AM. Kael in a hoodie. No tie. Hair still wet. Lila was with Adia’s mom. Adia was home sleeping. He walked into the meeting. Two people. Coffee. No assistants. “Hi,” Kael said. “I’m Kael Sterling. I got fired three weeks ago. And I’m starting Sterling Family Fund because my daughter got sick and I had to choose between paying rent and paying for care. And no parent should have to choose.” He talked for 12 minutes.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Claire sat stone-faced at his side, a hand on his bicep. “While I was at the party, no. There were just a bunch of students, nothing more. There was some drunk asshole that tried to pick a fight—Devin, I think, but I doubt a college frat boy is our murderer.” I replied, looking into Asher’s golden-flecked eyes. “What about you? Did you feel anything off when you went after Zeke last night?” "Devin Armstrong?” Killian grimaced, eyes passing between me and his son. “He’s Judge Clint’s son. Causes him some trouble every now and again, but the boy wouldn’t murder someone. Not with Clint breathing down his neck.”

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.

I was hoping to be back with Flame long before lunch, but when I mindlink Darius to get him to come and switch with me, he's in the middle of some sort of sex marathon with Gale and blocks me before I can ask him for anything. 'We need to go.' Kade grumbles. 'She leaves tomorrow, we're wasting time.' 'I can't ditch Cateline again, she's the entire reason we knew Flame was still alive.' I try to calm him, but he's tantruming like a pup. 'Darius had already suspected it, we would have found her anyway. She's more important, go to her.' He persists and to prevent him taking over, I force him back, imagining a tight chain keeping him at bay.