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"What are you doing in here, Hannah?" Eric looks up from his papers. "She wants a job," he states. Alpha Nico looks confused. "What do you mean? You have a job, don't you?" I open my mouth to explain but Eric beats me to it. "She wants to work for Maxwell. As a chef." "Really?" Alpha says, surprised. "Why do you want to do that?" I grimace. This is so embarrassing.

I tell them and myself. "Britney, aren't you with Hunter now?" Molly asked. "Yeah. I'm just asking for a friend." she laughs. "Well, I got nothing to give you. He's a good guy and always respected me growing up. He went to Canada for 5 years with his parents and now their back." I confessed. "Lucky us." Molly sighs. We all laughed. And suddenly they're all looking behind me and just stared. "Ziigwan, can I talk to you?" Said a painfully recognizable voice.

I panic easily and I'm shaky when I'm lying. I grabbed random books and left Daniel in the library. I was in a panic that I couldn't really see what book I'd grabbed. The books were dusty, some pages were ripped on their edges. I just hope no pages are missing. Looking down at the heavy books I'm carrying, I smiled upon reading the first book's title. “Emberton.”

Yes, she still had a modelling career. " I read your book." Beauty nudged Florence playfully. " Oh wow. Thank you. How was it?" " Magical. It was the best I've ever read." Beauty smiled. " I'm glad you liked it." " You know if you want to, Mason and I would be open to your muse." Beauty pouted. " You want me to write a book about you?" " Yes. It's one of the wildest desire I've had." " You've given me an idea. How about 'His Wildest Desire'?"

Alex’s POV The morning after Maya published everything, our world exploded. My phone rang nonstop from six o’clock, an endless stream of notifications and calls. News outlets, journalists, book publishers, movie producers—everyone wanted our story packaged, analyzed, and broadcast to the world. “CNN wants an interview,” I told Maya over breakfast, scrolling through another hundred messages. “So does The New York Times, Washington Post, ABC, NBC… and about forty more outlets.” “Good,” she said, feeding Emma with calm precision. “The more public we are, the safer we become. What did Walsh say?”

The smell of wet forest after a long rain and sun heated honey, wakes me from my sleep. I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to escape by now, but nothing I do seems to work. More and more wolves are going missing, if Tam’s growing hysteria is anything to go by.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

Talia said loudly, bringing everyone’s unwanted attention on me. I looked up at Elias hesitantly, not expecting him to feed me, especially not in front of his whole family. Our eyes met and for a moment it felt like the whole world around us had stopped and we were the only ones there. I was about to take the food he was offering to me when my phone started ringing and I quickly picked it up from the table. “Kendra it’s me Sia, something really bad has happened” my half sister Sianna said the moment I accepted the call and held the phone against my ear.

~Leo~ David had searched for 'Winter Crayton, and an autobiography about her, recently uploaded, had come up. It had a recent picture and stated her age and breed. The publication stated she was an orphan of unknown origin and that she grew up in an orphanage in Brighton. It stated that she was allegedly involved in prostitution before starting an orphanage and moving to Hayland, where she met her lover and fated mate, Brandon Knight. It said even though Brandon made a public show of rejecting her at their bluemoon wedding, they believed it was a scheme by the two of them so he could get his hands on Lesley Adamson Armstrong's dirty money. The autobiography further stated that Winter was now

The woman sitting here was something new: Damien Voss’s eager, submissive slut, ready to embrace every dark desire he had awakened in me. The future stretched ahead, no longer professional and controlled, but wild, dangerous, and utterly thrilling. And I couldn’t wait to begin it.