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A nearly empty cup of tea rested cooling on her wooden box, serving as her coffee table. Another story about Maddy filled her screen. Of course. This one had originated from a mainstream business magazine, and its bold letters announced: "Maddison Carter: The Engineering Whiz Who is Changing Harrison Enterprises from the Inside." Jenna’s thumb slid down the touchscreen of her mobilephone, past paragraphs chock-full of praise. Just everybody, literally everybody, thought Maddison was a genius. Because she had been strong, because Maddison didn’t let all those bad rumors go by without blowing it off. And because her work on Sky-Piercer had been exceptional so far.

Unlike Armaros though, Disney sounds truly sincere in his statement. Maddie clicks a few more times on her computer and the hallway in the Black Lake packhouse basement comes up. It is blurry for a moment. Maddie pauses the image on a tall redhead in the distance from the camera; the image zooms in as it clears and none other than Reid Sinclair comes into focus.

I looked in and saw her knees pulled up to her chest with arms around them, holding on tightly. “My name is Kalen Zyla Anderson. I’m Dark Moon’s Alpha heir and will be the first female Alpha of our pack. My Beta and Gamma will be Matteo and Ava respectively. My wolf’s name is Nika, and we are Vessels, chosen by Selene herself. My mate’s name is Maddox Stark. His wolf’s name is Neo and knows why we are in this cell even if Maddox doesn’t. I’m eighteen. No, sixteen. No, seventeen. I’m seventeen but already knew who my mate is because of… Why can’t I remember?”

Thin red strings stretched from her fingers, but the ends weren’t visible—at least not to Arah. Marianne’s hair was all gone. Her body trembled as if she were sobbing, but no sound escaped her. Arah cautiously moved to the side, keeping her distance but positioning herself just right to see Marianne more clearly. “Is it finished?” Drusden asked, removing his top hat, and dispelling the fog. “Woman, you are a Savant Witch now,” Zephyr said, stepping forward with calm authority. “Show us your gift.”

"What the hell were you doing at the McFields Manor with out your family's permission. You did not alert any of us that you were leaving." Brushing the dirt off of her knee caps she looked at the ancient. "I needed to breath and Alexander offered to go on a walk so I thought it was better than being here." Maddie looked at Jezzebelle and then started to the stairs she was only a couple before Jezzebelle who was very much mad at her materialized in front of her. "You were not excused go back down the stairs and go sit at the dinning room tables." Maddie scuffed and tried to walk past her. "Your not my mother, you can not tell me what to do!" Maddilyn had forgotten that Jezzebelle was now a Hi

The fact that Maddy is stunned to see me too, and she's standing there looking at me like she couldn't believe I was standing there. Now I understood why that girl said the Maddy she knew wasn't chubby. Because Maddy has changed from the once thick girl I used to know to a now slimmer one. That's the perks of college right? All the night studying, it's bound to take a toll on you somehow. Maddy's brown hair are now dyed Expresso blond, the roots black. Her cheeks seemed to have leveled a bit and her skin was now paler, her lips a bright shade of pink. Due to the reduce in her weight, she now looked taller than before even though I was always a couple of inches taller than her in the past. Bu

She gestured at me. Her lips stretched into a smile, causing her chin to double. “Hi, Damian. I’m Maddy.” She extended her hand for a handshake, and I took it, giving a curt nod. "Maddy's my personal assistant. And I figured out you’d need a second opinion to take me seriously.” Bria said, and I didn’t miss how she brushed her arm against mine, leaning in. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” "Maddy said as I released her hand.

“You deserve better.” Before I could respond, Maddy bounded down the stairs, her blonde curls bouncing. She was dressed in her usual oversized hoodie and leggings. “Zo! You’re here!” She hugged me tightly, then pulled back. “The gown’s almost ready. I need to grab some matching thread from the craft store—I'll be back in twenty minutes. Don’t leave!” “Twenty minutes? I’ll starve,” I complained, but she was already out the door, yelling, “Dad, entertain her! There’s food cooking on the stove!”

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

This was not just an alpha and beta conversation, this was a friend's conversation. “She’s emotional,” he added. “This, this whole plan hinges on a girl who doesn’t even know who she really is.” “She knows enough,” I snapped, though even I heard the hollow edge in my tone. “She knows what I want her to know.” “She’s been pampered,” Mikhail pressed. “Isolated. Sheltered. She’s playing a dangerous game, and you’re wagering everything on her winning.” I poured myself a drink, ignoring the tremble in my fingers as I brought the glass to my lips. “She’s more capable than you think.”