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And right on time he is attached to my hip wrapping his arm around my shoulder like he owns me or is my boyfriend. “What do you want Axel?” “Can’t I just see how my girl is doing?” I roll my eyes and glare up at him. He’s a full foot taller than me being an alpha male that’s to be expected. “For the last time Axel I’m not your girl.” “Ya know you would make a great Luna” he looks back at me with his blue eyes and wiggles his eyebrows. “While I appreciate you thinking so highly of me, you know I am waiting on my mate. Why on earth you insist on barking up this tree I will never know but I need to get to class Axel.”

Hashtags blink back at me. #FindLuna #SaveLuna #FreeLuna Some are sincere. Some are memes. A fan thread debates whether I’m in a bunker, a yacht, or buried in someone’s vineyard. One particularly creative edit puts a ball and chain on my ankle with Dante’s face as the iron weight. I shut the laptop. Pick up my guitar instead. The strings are slightly out of tune. So am I. I play anyway. Chords that feel like muscle memory rather than inspiration.

I was basically wearing three pieces of matching black lace and a pair of red heels that were legally classified as lethal weapons. “You’ve got that I’m going to eat you alive look in your eyes. Spill it, who’s the lusty mark?” I checked the floor through the velvet curtain sighting a guy in a charcoal suit. “Table four. He’s been staring at the stage for an hour, smelling like old money and suppressed aggression.” I smirked “my Favourite combination.” Ooh a broody one,” Jax chuckled slapping my hip affectionately. “Go get him, girl I’ve got the 10pm pole set. Don’t be too long, or I’ll have to start the show without my Favourite backup.”

I waited, he turned his phone around. It was a photo of me and Tyler in the library, his hand adjusting mine mid sign, both of us leaning slightly toward each other over the table. Taken from outside the library window, slightly through glass, but clear. The caption on the post read: *is she teaching him how to talk to her or just finding creative ways to hold his hand? asking for the guy she actually wants* I stared at the screen. "Posted an hour ago," Lucas said. "And it has already been shared fourteen times."

l stared at the name for a second before rejecting it then a message followed immediately. MAYA. WHY IS LEO THORNE POSTING YOUR STUFF? My stomach dropped. I turned to Leo. “What did you do?”He held up his phone, completely unbothered. “Posted.” “What did you post?” “A picture.” “Of what?”He turned the screen toward me. My camera bag.Taken ten minutes ago. Right here in this office. The angle was slightly off, like he didn’t care about framing. No caption.Just a blue heart. I blinked. “A blue heart?”

Maybe it’s April and this is some elaborate April fool’s prank. But the date doesn’t read April. Hunter lets out an awkward laugh as he rubs the back of his neck. “When you say Masked LRT…” He points uncertainly at her. “You mean THE Masked LRT? That legendary artist who disappeared three years ago? The one with millions of followers around the world?” To our complete shock, Lori nods. Then she calmly unlocks her phone, opens I*******m and taps into an account before turning the screen toward us. Masked LRT, verified. Will millions of followers.

Jazmine didn’t recognize anyone except for one. Liam Blake was in every photo. Liam posted several photos of him working out and working inside an office. There were numerous photos of him fixing cars and motorbikes without wearing a shirt. In the most recent post, Liam was standing, smiling, next to a redheaded pregnant woman while it seemed they were at a party. “He’s married….”

One comment did catch my eye. "Well, your new man must be ten times hotter than that jerk anyway. I'm swooning," The atrocious comment said. I scrolled upward, stalking Lucille's profile and hoping it was just wishful prayers from one of her fangirls but it wasn't. The most recent photo on Lucille's feed was a raunchy photo of herself and a sun-kissed hunk tongue fucking. The caption below read, life is better with you.

Meanwhile, Lilian was losing her mind, sending a chaotic stream of text messages that screamed her excitement. “GIRL, YOU’RE A FREAKING LEGEND!” “I just saw a meme of you slaying that dance at the gala. KOURT NATION IS WILD!” “Someone said they’re naming their dog after you. DEAD.” “Also, can I be VP of Kourt Nation? I’m ready to fight haters with my bare hands.” “OMG! We need to get new stunning photos of you as well. Your fans are waiting for your first upload as a star!”

Alpha Dante's Point Of View: As I stepped out of the bathroom, my gaze fell upon Aurelia, who was engrossed in examining the photographs adorning the walls of my room. A sense of pride swelled within me as I approached her from behind, gently wrapping my arm around her waist. Leaning in closer, I whispered into her delicate ear, my voice filled with confidence, "You know, Aurelia, I happen to be quite the artist myself."