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“I swear, when I get out of here—” “Oh please.” Another man cut in. “We’ve heard that kind of talk before. You all think you’re invincible until the fire starts.” Something in my stomach twisted, I looked around, convinced that whoever sent them must know a lot about me…a lot to mention the fire. Just then, the metal door creaked open. Everyone turned. A pair of boots clicked across the concrete floor. My jaw dropped seeing the person in front of me. “Megan?” She stepped in like she owned the place, dressed in a crisp black suit that screamed power and cruelty. Her face was flawless as always, but her eyes were filled with venom.

She had just stretched out her hand to turn the door knob when someone brushed passed her roughly, upsetting her books, and scattering them all over the floor. “Oops! Watch where you are going”, a female voice said saucily. Megan didn’t have to look to see who the voice belonged to. It was Elvira, the most popular werewolf in school, every male had secretly hoped she was their mate but she was Jake’s. Megan quickly bent to pick up her books and her glasses fell off. She hurriedly picked them and put them back on her nose, as the sound of malicious giggles filled her ears. Elvira had two Omegas who followed her practically everywhere doing her bidding. A foot in pink sneakers kicked her tex

We might be facing the unknown, but we were facing it together. The weight of the crowd's gaze, their curiosity, their judgment, was almost unbearable. My hands trembled at my sides, and I fought to keep my emotions in check. I was Megan, a sister grieving the loss of a beloved sibling, a survivor of a kingdom that had crumbled. I refused to be reduced to a mere transaction.

Watching Xarion pace the corridors like a caged animal, watching Vance show up looking devastated and concerned, watching them both hover around her like she's some kind of glass doll. It's disgusting. It's like the universe itself is protecting this woman, and I'm so sick of it I could make something bleed. Megan should be dead by now. She should've died in that warehouse, tied to that chair, surrounded by those kidnappers, and Xarion was supposed to grieve and eventually come back to me. That was how this was supposed to go. But no. Of course not. Because Megan Pierce apparently has nine lives, and I'm sick and tired of watching her waste every single one of them.

Megan then remembers Regar patting her on the shoulder, then hugging her briefly to calm her tears as she heard about Helena. "I met with ... Regar from Movaro," Megan said honestly. Eden's eyes darkened. "What?" He began to realize the reason for Regar's absence in the execution of the arson. Before Eden misunderstood, Megan immediately picked up her bag which was seen hanging by the door. She took out her wallet. "He gave this back." Eden glanced at the wallet at a glance. "All the way to Stakhvold?" Megan then proceeded to release a photo of herself with Helena. "He said he'd seen this woman," she points out to Helena in the photo. "Ten years ago here."

“My lady! My lady!” Rosetta yelled as she burst through the drawing room to where Megan was seating with a book in her hands, the bold words Theories Of The Master Tactician written on the front. Startled, Megan glanced up, her hands resting as usual on her stomach, and her eyes sparkling with joy at the sight of the impromptu visitor.

“Do not shout in front of me Miss Walker! You actually believed that your deeds would never come out to us? You actually thought that you would bully my artist and I'll stay quiet and watch you doing all that? Oh my dear sister, you actually know nothing about me till now? No one, means no one is allowed to touch my people. I care less who will be in front of me! Let alone you.” “...” Ria’s eyes wavered. She didn’t think that Kiara would have the knowledge about that matter. Her agent discretely handled everyone, and no one dared to go against the granddaughter of the CEO. Mostly everyone knows about the distance between Kiara and Ria, but they still didn’t dare to stand against any Walker.

Dazzling Walker - the lost girl who found her way, Songs of a Cinderella in Boston, Melinda Walker and her gorgeous brooder, A dysfunctional daughter's journey to stardom. Melinda recounted the headlines that just stuck to her memory. She was glad there has been no stories on her past mission against the evils of drug lords and crime syndicates. On some days, she found the tabloids and the blogs amusing and would engage, sometimes she avoided them, considering the fact that they had dug out some inaccurate information from her past, courtesy of her former foster family, the Wrights.

“I have spoken with Saniya. She knows the location of Sadie Monroe—or Evita as you call her—but she has laid out a blood-price. If we do not meet it, she will let the secret die with her.” Grant sounded like a wolf who hadn't slept in a dozen moons. “I was wrong about Harper. I thought she was hiding her sister from me. I never imagined she would be snatched by scavengers. This is my burden. Had I not marked her that night, she would not be in this snare.” Avery felt for him. “Grant, find your center. We will bring her back.” “I know,” Grant whispered. “But I regret dragging you into this hunt. If you hadn't joined the trial, you wouldn't be facing these wolves. I shiver to think what Saniya

She ran down fourteen flights of stairs—nearly two hundred steps—just to catch the tail end of their exit. CK sees her charging toward them and starts shaking his head frantically, his heart hammering a warning against his ribs. He mouths “No. No. Not now,” his eyes wide with a silent command to stay away. He expects a scene, a messy confession, a final grab for his attention—something to burn the bridge once and for all. But Megan ignores him entirely. She doesn't even look at his face. She walks straight up to Selene, ignoring the sharp, suspicious glances from the security guards behind the mahogany desk.