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They bound my feet and hoisted me upside down from the metal suspension rack. A deafening roar erupted in my head as the pup thrashed violently within my womb, and dark spots danced across my vision. Tears ran down my forehead, lost in the damp, sweat-matted strands of my hair. “Kaelen, please come back and look at me. Can you truly be this heartless? “Kaelen, I really can’t hold on anymore. The pup is going to…”

I retorted. “Shut up, fucker ! Stop being a pussy. I wanna go to the club and I will keep singing in your head till you don’t concede,” Dexter yapped. “But then you can refuse right now so that I keep singing your favourite song all week and you know which one am I talking about,” he further blackmailed with a sly grin. “Worst lycan ever,” I muttered under my breath. “Is that a no that I heard ?” Dexter smugged.

I was flat out stoned, the really good kind of stoned where your whole body feels high and any familiar music is mesmerizing. When I got to the last button, I pulled the entire shirt open in one swift motion. The girls all screamed and cheered. At that point the first song ended. The next song up was one I knew well: "No Diggity" by Blackstreet. As soon as the familiar opening riff began, the girls cheered and clapped and began moving a bit to the music themselves. I tossed the tuxedo shirt aside.

My hips started lifting to chase the friction he was giving me. The kiss turned molten—wet, messy, endless—our lips sliding, tongues tangling, teeth grazing, breaths shared in desperate little pants between each damn claiming pull. My head was starting to get light from his kisses, and the music filled my ears. 🎶 *(Ride it) just lose control* *(Ride it, ride it) come touch my soul* *(Ride it, ride it) let me feel you* *(Ride it) turn the lights down low*

she replies with a nod, her eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Walking back to my office, Black dances in my mind excited about tonight. I can’t help but feel a renewed sense of determination. Whatever challenges lie ahead, I know that with Amara by my side, I’m ready to face them. Amara’s POV My break is over, and I get up to walk out of my room, feeling a mix of anticipation and curiosity. As I open the door, I see him. Blake. Standing there, tall and handsome. His jet black hair and bluish-green eyes look at me, and for a moment, I'm taken aback.

“ARGHHHHHH……” Blackout.

I juѕt ѕtаrе hеr in thе еуе. It muѕt nоt have hіt me thаt I’m іn deep shit, bесаuѕе I соntіnuе tо egg hеr on. “Yоu can dо whаt you like tо mе, but іt’ѕ tоо lаtе, Erіса. Blаkе іѕ gоіng dоwn. Hе’ѕ already been ѕuѕреndеd, аnd nоw thеу knоw whеrе уоu are, Neon. It’s over.”

Then he winked at her, making her smile as the musician reached the cue point and she started to sing to the mid tempo rhythm; What colour is the sky Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! You tell me that it’s red Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! Where should I put my shoes Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! You say put them on your head Ay mi amor!, Ay, mi amor! Inara looked straight at Lemuel who had his eyes glued to hers with a smirk across his lips as she sang the next part and by then, the people were clapping to the rhythm of the music.

"Let him in." Dylan walked in almost immediately with his signature dimpled smile looking elegant and mesmerizing in his grey suit. "Hi, Louisa." "Hey, Dylan. Please have a seat." The situation was a lot more awkward than she had imagined. "How have you been?" He sat down opposite her. "You know the answer to that, I presume. But for the sake of it, I've been in hell. Still not back from it. You look beautiful." He referred to her refined face causing the red-haired to glow like a strawberry. "A lot like Lydia." Awkward silence. "Would we have been a thing if fate hadn't fished out the hidden scroll? On a sincere note."