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Mateo caresses the pictures using his fingers. It's a picture of himself, Isabella and their daughter, Amara, when they're still complete. He took a heavy sighed and put down the photo on his table, then he hold the wine and drank the wine there. Nerissa after arriving at the mansion late at night tried to find where Mateo is, 'cause she can't find her at their room. Her eyes then landed on the door of his office here at the mansion, and she pushed the door open. When she entered the room, Mateo sat at his desk with a glass in his hand, and soon enough she realized that he's already drank.

I walked to the table and accidentally dropped the folders as I saw a man's silhouette caused by the light coming through the glass windows. The light got switched on, and my eyes adjusted to its brightness. I looked up at the man holding the remote control light switch. He was tall and seemed to have a good social standing because of his clothes and posture. His fair and flawless white skin was surprisingly hot and attractive for a man—a drop-dead gorgeous man with his dark brown eyes scrutinizing me. And then I realized that his face resembled the late president's. "Who are you?" he asked in a deep masculine voice, sending me a jolt of fear.

Chapter 8 By; Tofunmi Nikky Royal maid to the Blue Moon pack's Alpha?, wait!; did she misheard what she just said or what? cause what just came out of her mouth is just too unbelievable!. The pain that came in through the cut that almost had her groan again was quickly suppressed by pressing her lips tightly against each other; clamping it together. "But Mother...."she finally found her voice, "How was that able to happen, A maid for the Alpha?, I mean I can't just get the position of a maid there just anyhow"that part left her speechless and same as confused.

Her jeans were tucked into a pair of knee high black leather boots, which, from the way she was bouncing back and forth on her feet, were not doing too good a job keeping her feet warm. “This ain’t like San Diego, huh?” Cali said, blowing out a long stream of steamy breath. “Ha! Not even close.” “I bet on days like this, you wish Rave had a car.” Cali did not know anything about Rave’s magical heat, but she knew he was a member of a clan called the Mastons, who, like the Amish, did not use any modern devices or appliances. So there was no way she could know that walking arm in arm with Rave was more than enough to keep Leesa warm, and that once they reached the other side of the river, she w

There were no rogues running after me like I was a thief who stole their belongings. But there was just a tiny problem. I ran into another pack's territory. That was the reason the rogues stopped running after me. It was the famous and dangerous Alpha Salvatore's pack. A man with no heart. He was ruthless and non-merciful. I thought for a fact they would be asleep and I could go back to my land without bringing any awareness to myself. But to my uttermost surprise, they were training. By this unholy hour. Maybe that's why they are so good. Who on earth trains in the middle of the night?

Rosella’s POV “Get your filthy hands off me, you bastard!” I snarl, thrashing violently as one of the men yanks my trouser down. My nails rake down his arm, drawing blood, but all it earns me is a harsh laugh. The man behind me wrenches my arms painfully behind my back, pinning them in place. Before I can draw another breath, the one in front grabs the front of my top and tears it open with one brutal yank. The fabric gives way, exposing my breasts to the cold air and their hungry stares. My nipples tighten instantly from the chill and sheer terror.

Liam whispered beside me. “50,000” I said, my eyes not leaving the men as they argued to be heard. “Deal.” We subtly shook on it. When the room became too heated and the men were screaming louder, I knew that I had to intervene, “Gentlemen,” I called out, drawing their attention to me. Liam glared; I knew he wanted them to fight. There wasn’t an alpha conclave that didn’t end with a fight. “And lady,” I muttered, addressing the woman who was in our midst. “I apologise that they are acting like barbarians,” I muttered.

He trusted my instincts the way I trusted his and that trust was one of the most valuable things in my life. "Noah wants pasta tonight," I said. A beat. Then a sound that was almost a laugh. "I will bring the good sauce." "Please," I said. I ended the call. Opened my laptop. Returned to work. Somewhere across the city Vanessa Moretti was watching the coverage of her own interview and waiting for it to do what she had designed it to do. She was going to be waiting for a while. Because the woman she had designed it to damage had outgrown the version of herself that could be damaged by it. She was still fighting someone who no longer existed. Still throwing things at a door that had been closed

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