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Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead. So the signs had been there all along. An Alpha having his mate bond severed was a major event for any pack. Overnight, Marcus was pushed straight into the center of public scrutiny. Even his mother called him, insisting that both families sit down together to discuss the fallout from the broken bond. The atmosphere at home was stifling. Marcus's parents were visibly unhappy. My own parents were no better, hurling curses my way. They called me shameless, saying I was dead weight.

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“Shouldn't you be the one getting married instead? Since you've been the one receiving all the good favors in this family. Big Brother.” “Why, you whore.” Slap. The sound of that slap on his cheek echoed in the room. A red mark visible on William's cheek. His mouth tasted like metal. The painful sting made the tears burst out. “Oh, mom! You shouldn't leave any mark where it'll be visible,” Alex said with his hand on his mouth but it couldn't hide the huge grin on his face. “Don't worry," A woman standing beside William said, cleaning her hand with a handkerchief taken from her gown’s pocket. “It will be gone before the wedding.”

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Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

“So, you’re an Ozarks fan?” “Uh, duh, of course I am. You’re famous. Asher Slater is one of the youngest and most successful AFA players ever. I’d be an idiot not to be a fan.” “Well, you know my name, but I don’t know yours.” She grasps my hand in return. “Camila Monroe, rising star,” she breathes, her handshake tight. “And I’m Mark, lover boy’s best friend.” I groan at his words but keep a smile plastered.

"I'm a p**n star." Marcus chokes on his drink. Jackson's eyes go wide. "Seriously?" Jackson asks. "Seriously." I pull out my phone, show them my verified account on one of the major sites. "Been doing it for five years. Love my job." "Holy shit," Marcus mutters, scrolling through. "I've actually—" He stops, his ears going red. "Seen my videos?" I finish for him, amused. "It's fine. That's literally the point." Liam comes back with my drink—something blue and strong—and immediately the other two start whispering to him. I watch his face change as he processes the information, going from confused to shocked to very, very interested.

Originally intending to open his mouth to comfort him, he spoke first. What do you have to be sad about, as long as I pass, it's fine, right?" "You passed?" James looked at Mark in surprise. "Didn't you find my name? It's at 249." Mark was surprised by Hainan's unbelievable reaction. He's been searching for so long without seeing your name? That's strange.

Against the back of the wall stood a huge choir. Suddenly, a young man, maybe 20, with long, flowing black hair, dressed in a tux, strutted proudly onto the stage. He cut right through the aisle of performers, heading for the center. As he did, the entire audience rose to its feet and applauded. “Who’s he?” I asked. He reached the center and bowed repeatedly, smiling. Even from up here, I could see that he was startlingly attractive. “Sergei Rakov,” Jonah answered. “He’s one of the best vocalists in the world.”