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“Goodbye, my pack. Goodbye, Alpha. You were the worst mistake I will never make again.” Alpha Xael of X-pack once had it all. A loving Luna, the pack’s own world-renowned miracle doctor and the glue that kept everything going. Until he and the pack forgot her worth. Until they betrayed her in the worst way possible. It is only when horror and doom befall upon them that they realise that only she can save them. Facing extinction, the pack will desperately call for the Alpha to bring back the Luna, but he is not even worthy to be in her presence. Faced with the realization that she was always out of his league and now no longer in his reach, what else is left to do? Can betrayed love be revi

An accident left the eligible bachelor and billionaire, Nathan Lord disabled, insolvent and homeless. His new status is a wakeup call. Deserted by his fiancée, friends and business partners, he finds himself wedded to a desperate woman who only agreed to be his substitute wife to save her dying mother. He endures insults and abuse from those he once regarded as friends while falling for his simple, honest, and hardworking substitute wife, who teaches him to appreciate and find joy in the simple things in life. Amari has enough stress and hardships in her life. Marriage, let alone to a homeless, disabled, ex-billionaire, is the last thing in her mind. Despite terrible losses, hardships, and

she said with a sigh, taking a sip from her straw. Lilly had the face of an angel adorned with tattoos. There was one just above her eyebrow and several scattered along her arms. She had honey blonde hair, dark brown eyes, a mole above her lip, a septum piercing, and multiple piercings in her earlobe. Leah had shoulder-length red hair and caramel-brown skin that matched her eyes. Zeek had dark brown hair and eyebrows, with a small patch of white on his hand that he had turned into an art piece. I noticed he had vitiligo, which fascinated me.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.

"So you're saying you don't care who you're with? Doesn't matter if it's a guy or a girl?" Hawk pressed. Lilly shrugged. "If there's a connection, it doesn't matter to me. Gender isn't what makes me feel attracted to someone. Body parts can be fun, sensual, but for me it ends there. The person's genitalia doesn't make me attracted to them. It's the person, their energy, their mind. If I feel it, if I feel them. That's what I need. I don't base it on anything else."

Fair. Then he sat beside her. Reasonable. Quietly. God. The waves crashed below. Fair. The wind moved gently through the air. Reasonable honestly. Then Lily whispered: "Maybe she don't like me anymore." God. There it was. Fair. The real fear. Reasonable. Not about words. God. Not really. Fair. About love. Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian immediately shook his head. God. "No." Fair. But Lily continued. Reasonable. "She only say Mama now."

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When he felt satisfied with my vague answers about family and home life he then started asking me about books I liked to read. Without fail, Jayce asked question after question. What was my favorite color, favorite flower, and favorite sport. I was so caught up in answering his questions that it never occurred to me to be vague about the last question. Once he asked about my favorite sport I found myself laughing while giving him the answer before I could stop myself. “Well, if you want me to answer you honestly then don’t be offended when I tell you football isn’t my favorite.” He smiled and confessed he was not offended in the least. Then he surprised me further when he said, “I already kn

“Am I heavy?” “If I said that you are, would you get off and walk?” He asked, adjusted me on his back and began walking out of the bar and into the cold night. “No.” I settled in and closed my eyes. The cold did not bother me much. It was probably just a five to seven-minute walk back home anyway. Hiro-san could handle it. “I see where your niece gets her clinginess from.” He chuckled. “I’m not clingy.” I frowned. Then, on second thought- “How is she like me though?”