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Candi blushes! It's so dang adorable. "Candi, these are my best friends in the world," I state as I point to each of my friends. "Calliope and her mate Trey. Nadia and her mate Knox. This is Phoebe and her mate Levi, and last but definitely not the least, Selene and Jaxx. Guys, this is Candi and if Fox does something to mess this up I'm gonna smack him upside the head!" I promise.

There was Alpha Damien leaping during combat training, Alpha Damien frowning while reading pack reports, and Alpha Damien's unguarded profile as he dozed during council meetings. There were also a few photos we had taken together, ones he had reluctantly agreed to. In those photos, I always looked like a fool, grinning widely. And him? He either had no expression at all, or showed obvious impatience. I selected them one by one. My finger hovered over the red delete button. Without hesitation, I pressed it. "Delete selected photos?" Confirm. The screen flickered. A bright smiling face and a cold profile both dimmed and disappeared.

3rd person POV It’s only Tuesday morning and Lyric already can’t wait for the week to be over. The three friends, Lyric, Paityn, and Kinsey had fun the night before during their girls night. They put in a random movie and binged on popcorn and ice cream, though barely watched any of it, preferring to chat about life drama, careers, and of course, boys.

I walk up the stairs, huffing and puffing and holding onto the railing. When I finally reach the third floor, I look up, and standing in front of 301 is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She is a rather petite girl, maybe around 5'3 or 5'4. Her big hazel eyes are framed by long lashes, an adorable freckled nose and a heart shaped face. Her wet hair is tied up in a bun, and she is dressed in a semi see-through tank top with no bra underneath. I wonder if she was the one screaming in ecstasy earlier. I look away from her tank top quickly, afraid of coming across as a pervert. Immediately, I hope that she didn’t see me huffing and puffing up the stairs. I pause, unsure if I should intro

He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He kissed my forehead. Luke came into the room. He stood by the window. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He smiled. Damien came into the room. He stood in the corner. He asked if I was okay. I said yes. He smiled. The painting watched. That night, we sat at the table. Eight people. One table. Eli raised his glass. He said to healing. Luca raised his. I raised mine. Derek raised his. Luke raised his. Damien raised his.

I tried to search for him on f******k but nothing came up. I also tried on I*******m and luckily I found his account. It's a private one. I tapped the follow button to send a follow request, well I want to be friends with him. Her i*******m icon is so cute. That's probably his graduation photo when he was a child. After three minutes he accepted and followed me back. I smiled. So he’s active on the i*. I saw his photos, only a few pictures were posted on his account. In all of his pictures, his eyes are what really grabs my attention. His eyes are really expressive.

His chance of making friends had become even lower. At least he and Sebastian had made up. That was one thing settled. He slipped the memory card into the laptop he had been given. He quickly flicked through all the photos with a critical eye. The photoshoot had definitely gone well. He just had to do some slight edits and pick out the best images for the theme. He got to work and was deep into his task when dinner time rolled around. As usual they were sitting at table with Sebastian’s annoying cousins, Vincent and Conrad. Edward had a particular dislike of Vincent as he was the most antagonistic.

Once there, he takes a picture of a big tree and I take a picture of a very pretty yellow flower which I don't know the name of. "We put Red and Blue as nicknames?" I ask. "It's a bit too obvious, isn't it? Other people will see our profiles, they don't need to know which pack we are from." "That's right. But I don't have much of an idea." "I do." He taps on his phone then snatches mine out of my hand. He taps for a moment and then gives it back to me. "Sapphire?" "Yes, it's blue." I get a message on the app.

I heard that is their slogan. At seventeen with a few months to my eighteenth birthday, I still don't know what it means to have physical friends, but I do have three friends on my social media pages, crazy it's a dating app, that was the only thing, I found on my phone when my nanny gifted me this phone, two weeks ago, at first I felt reluctant to create a profile, but just last week I decided to have my profile up. My profile had only been up for a week, but I had already made three intriguing connections. Each of them was vastly different, offering personalities that kept me guessing who they were.

Girls like her often used the same name everywhere. Second, social media. I uploaded the screenshot to a reverse-image search engine I kept bookmarked for exactly this kind of thing. Results came back almost instantly: I*******m hits, tagged photos from the club two nights ago. Handle @DEvice—cute, real subtle. Profile private, but the profile pic matched. Bio: “Living my best life ✨ No DMs unless you’re interesting.” Follower count in the mid-five figures—micro-influencer territory. Probably sold promo codes for teeth whiteners and waist trainers.