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Lucius asks Rowan who shrugs his shoulders. Milo : If I'm a Dirty Old Man as you say then let me guess, you’re a high school student. You have such a sweet voice when I talked to you. I bet you’re the innocent, pure, young and Miss Goodie Good type. Or maybe you're a college kid who hasn't had sex for the couple of days that's why you're this uptight. Which one are you, baby? Lindy's eyes widened, almost jumping out from her sockets. "This man is sick."

Yet within the depths of her eyes was a light of mischievousness that shone briefly before disappearing. Of course she knew why Mane was hesitating. Mane had a healthy reading habit. Every day he tasked himself to read a few books. He read everything: history, social and biological sciences, and studied several different arts. To make sure that he was as unbiased in his reading options as possible, he didn’t pick the books consciously. He picked different books from different sections of the library without necessarily knowing what he had picked. He only screened each book after returning to his room. And Sunflower had come to known this.

The three of them even celebrated that with his first cruise down the coastal road while Maeve sat behind Angela. "Good afternoon, my little beans," Milo grinned, earning an elbow hook from Maeve. His smile was replaced with a painful frown as he touched his chest, bending forward and groaning in pain. "F*ck that hurts! What are you? A Wonder Woman. I hate your strength." He grumbled walking after them while Maeve grinned. Milo was in the law department. Ever since their first meeting, Milo thinks she and Meave were his little beans in need of his protection.

The rules were many, but none were better than the others. Just then, the reading was interrupted when someone came and whispered something into the ears of the Devlin. I couldn’t hear what he said, but whatever he said ruined Devlin’s mood. He suddenly turned to me, and my heart beat fast. Then I knew that whatever it was had to do with me. “What is your name!?” he thundered. "Mi…mi…—I stammered—Mila Anderson,” I said immediately. “Were you the one who gathered your pack members into the house?” he asked.

Luna-Lady Millie's Pov 6 months ago -------------------- Starlyn Main Manor -Ruled By: Lord-Alpha Luis and Lady-Luna Millicent Starlyn Redmon, Illinois,USA December 12, 2524 AD ------------------- Warning: Mature themes such as language, sex, violence, abuse etc is in this book. Reader discretion is advised. ------------------ I could barely breathe, holding my stomach in pain as I felt his betrayal all over again, as if it was that fated night.

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How could one man pack what felt so big? He buried his face in my hair and sniffed. “Emilio—” “Milo. Call me Milo, little bird.” “I’m not a bird…Milo.” “I love how my name rolls off your tongue.” Despite how sexy his voice was, my attention was still split between him and the couple, who were no longer trying to be quiet. The man was slapping the girl’s ass so hard that it was red and raw as he told her dirty words. “So you like it rough, huh? You want to be tied up and fucked like there’s no tomorrow. Tell me, birdie. Can you boyfriend do that or does he think you’re a freak?”

He muttered as he opened the Writers app to read the most popular stories on the app. He opened chapter 16, because the last time he read it was in chapter 15. Although he was reluctant to read the scenes that made him shudder, he finally did. The man showed his smile to the world, as if confirming he was the winner. A lion that roars loudly, making anyone who hears its sound frightened or a gorilla that beats its chest to show its power.

whispered the man. The man had just seen the photos sent to his cell phone by someone for him. It was very newest photos, just a few minutes ago, a photo that he could no longer deny to be true. Photo of a man was kissing a young girl in a car. A man who he knew as Skandar Alexander Hemingway, the famous main heir of the Chagall Corporation. He did not care who the billionaire conglomerate kissed a woman to, he did not care. What he strongly denies and he could not believe was the identity of the girl. The girl whom he kissed.