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“I’m sorry, Mr. Whitman. I’ve been busy spending time with Felipe and my daughter. I don’t have time to answer any meaningless calls.” “Meaningless calls?” Jeremy lifted his eyebrow. When he saw Madeline turning around to leave with Lillian, he reached out his hand to grab Madeline’s arm. Madeline stopped walking. “Mr. Whitman, please let go. I don’t want to get beaten up by Miss Crawford again if she sees us and gets jealous again.” Jeremy stared at Madeline’s face intensely. The sun was shining down on her flawless face, making her look so pretty that she was glowing.

"⁠She wants me to marry her grandson." Chloe s⁠topped walking entire‌ly.‌ "The Nathan‍iel Whitf​ield. Forbes cover, ice for blood, dumped b⁠y that awful woman‌ at the alt⁠ar Nat‌h‌aniel Wh‍itfield." "That's the o‍ne."⁠ "⁠E‍mily⁠."⁠ S⁠he grabbed both of‌ my hands​. "T⁠ell me you s‍aid no."

Nonetheless, he already fits his entire 6'2 ft. tall body on the couch, snoring aloud. Nathaniel deserves to have a good night's sleep after everything he has done for me. Driving the speedboat heading to the island, to New York City, and back to Chicago by land, I'm pretty sure his human body was completely worn out. Leaving no choice, I leapt back to the room and continued studying everything I have in my hand including the text message I received from mum about the case of our ten wolves. She also mentioned that the names highlighted in red were our wolves.

"Don't speak. Try to get some rest." "I will rest when she assures me that this will be over." White looked past her to Anna. Anna nodded. "It will be over." Claire looked at Anna, and back to White. "What do you mean?" But it was too late, for White was dead. The blizzard died down, and Claire kept staring at her lover. "What happened?" Claire asked. "He tried to kill her," Anna said. "But Rose was stronger, and faster." Truly, Rose wasn't lying. White never stood any chance against her. She just let him leave all this time because she didn't want to further annoy Claire. But White killed Fred, and this, Claire understood. Someone had to avenge Fred.

But Eleanor Whitman. Eleanor, who had never pretended to like me. Who had told Jeremy, once, in a conversation he had faithfully repeated to me, that I was not the kind of woman a Whitman married. Who had been impeccably polite to my face for twelve years and perfectly consistent in her quiet campaign to make Jeremy see that I was insufficient. Eleanor had funded it. Eleanor had signed off on destroying me. 'Madeline,' Dara said quietly. I realized I had been staring at the paper for a very long time.

He pulled Jeremy over his shoulder and took him to the office table in his room. At least it was clean. Without wasting any moment Magnus laid Jeremy down on the table and tear open his shirt exposing his milky white skin to his eyes. Jer licked his lips out of habit and Magnus couldn’t hide the dark in his eyes. Pulling down the pants Magnus left both of them in their boxers. He lifts Jer’s leg to his shoulder. Sniffing and licking its way up. Jeremy was just looking at him with hooded eyes. Though it was difficult for him to keep them open, but he didn’t want to miss the lustful expressions scattered on the face of the man he loved most.

Navigated to -Chapter 15- | The White Wolf | “You what?” Emma shrilled. Eric gave her a glare making her divert her gaze to the floor. “I am going to be gone for two weeks to secure the border. Damion is coming with me.” Eric spoke slowly. Damion stood beside him his jaw clenched shut though his gaze was full of hatred. Justin scrunched up his nose in distaste. Damion. He was leaving, for two weeks. Were the only words my brain seemed to process. Gone, gone! He was gone and away for two weeks and away from me.

“Don’t change the subject. Tell us what’s going on with you and Mr. Tall, Dark, and Dangerous.” I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. “You two are impossible.” “That’s true,” Grace said cheerfully. “Now talk.” Their expectant silence was suffocating. Finally, I sat up, exhaling in defeat. “Fine. There’s… something between us. I don’t know what to call it. A connection. When I’m near him, it feels like my whole being is pulled toward him. Like something old and powerful tying us together.” Veronica’s brows arched, amused. Grace’s lips curled in a knowing smile.

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

Until every memory of her looking at me like I was nothing was erased from existence. Because you can't stand it, the wolf whispered. Can't stand that someone finally said no. I stopped walking. The corridor was empty. The torches flickered. Somewhere above, my pack went about their lives, unaware that their Alpha was falling apart in the dark. She had said no. Not with words, her voice had barely worked, but with every fiber of her being. With her knee driving into my groin. With her eyes meeting mine, unafraid. With that final, whispered declaration: