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Never mind if I wasn’t wearing underwear or a bra. Like duh. There was no way I was putting on a man’s underwear even if it was the only thing available here. Sigh. I picked up my phone and bag from the floor as well. Then I took out two sticky notes from inside my bag and wrote a message. *Hi, Stranger. Thank you for last night! Thanks for the sperm—hehe. I owe you a lot. If something does happen, don’t worry. You won’t have any responsibility. This was my decision. Thanks again.*

The words barely rose above a whisper. But in the heavy silence, everyone heard them. Don’s expression changed. Something deep and almost painful passed through his eyes. He reached out. His fingers brushed Ethan’s jaw lightly. The touch was brief. Gentle. And devastating. “I have to.” Ethan hated how much that hurt. Don let his hand fall. Then his voice hardened again as he turned back to the table. “Prepare the strike teams.” Orders resumed. The moment was gone. But Ethan stood frozen, his skin still burning where Don had touched him.

Elle and Jack peeled back the cloth, revealing a stunning portrait them at their wedding, Elle in her white dress, Jack in his suit, their hands linked, their smiles bright against a backdrop of wildflowers and fairy lights. Max had captured every detail the tear in Jack’s eye, the glow of Elle’s veil, the love in their gaze. Elle gasped, her hands flying to her mouth, tears welling. “Max, it’s beautiful,” she said, her voice breaking. “You made this?” “Yeah,” Max said, rubbing his neck, his grin sheepish. “Took me weeks. Wanted it to be special for you guys.” Jack pulled him into a hug, his voice thick. “Man, this is incredible. It’s going right above the couch.”

"Then don't think about that. Let's think about what you're going to do for her tomorrow instead." "I have to blow her mind away, man. I need to make her see that I'm the one for her. I mean, Boo is great and all, but they're not meant to be. I feel it in my guts she'll be happier with me. We're MFEO." I laughed at myself. The words coming out of my mouth sounded like a highschool nerdy kid in love. "What's that mean?" Dylan's confused looked made me laugh more. "Made for each other. It's from the movie Sleepless in Seattle that she made me watch. You should watch it with Steph, it's really romantic."

"What am I going to do Rachel, I hate feeling this way" She laughs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "If things don't work out with you and Killian, you and I can become a thing, we can start a whole YouTube channel together and buy a dozen houses on the hills" she jokes as she splashes water around "Hey, Best friends can live forever without stupid boys and men! "Oh god, please tell me you're joking" I say rolling my eyes at her snarkiness "I'm serious, if you ever feel the need to get your rocks off, just come over, I have a nice vibrator we can use, some nice strapons, a beautiful pole, we'll do some shots, and then you can go home" she says, winking at me.

Maybe I need to practice. “ Oh… what are you?,” he placed his palm on his forehead in frustration,"this is the time for us to play out our fake relationship or else there will be some suspicion.” “ Yeah, you’re right,” I agree, blinking my eyelids rapidly. “ Yes that is it, you and I pretend in public, , we act all lovey-dovey outside, you stay out of my way, I stay out of yours,”he said. I nodded, hoping all of these worked out.

he smirked, taking a seat beside me. “Get married then,” I spat. “I’m not the one who is cursed by the moon goddess, I will find a mate when it’s time but you, my friend, have to find a lady who will lift the curse,” Noah said. “I have been trying but all the ladies want is my money,” I sighed heavily, leaning back against my chair. “And by trying you mean, fucking half the girls in the city,” he smirked. I raised my hands in surrender “ I plead not guilty to that accusation,my lord.”

I read. The fated mate system, according to the founders, was not a natural phenomenon. It was designed. Created. Built as a political tool to keep the ruling families in power. The founders had developed a ritual that could create a bond between two wolves, making them believe they were destined for each other. The bond was real enough to be felt, real enough to be believed. But it was manufactured. Engineered. A lie dressed up as fate. I read the words again. And again. The meaning sank into my chest like a stone.

I explained. "Oh, that! I've searched for a long time for a companion. Thankfully, I've found you!" Gregory replied and hugged me. "How long?" I asked. "Very long time! About 500 years." He said and my jaw dropped.

"Patrick, do you really have to be like this? How can you be so cold? I already told you—I'll marry you eventually. What difference does sooner or later make? Shawn is sick. What right do you have to treat him like this?" Beside her, Shawn kept his head down, tears streaming steadily. I finally stopped packing and looked up at the two of them standing there shoulder to shoulder. The way they played off each other was a perfect match, honestly. A laugh escaped me. Watching the woman I once loved fuss over another man as if he were the only thing that mattered—I won't lie, it hurt.