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Miranda's face immediately flushed, she released her hands covering her face, tears streaming down again, presenting a pitiful and adorable appearance. She indeed belonged in front of the screen, playing the victim role convincingly. Had it not been for her fierce demeanor just now, Nina might have believed her pitiful act. "Show some respect!" Nina's tone carried a hint of seriousness. Miranda cried with tear-streaked cheeks, speaking softly, "Nina, I also have dignity. How could you treat me like this? I didn't snatch your man, please don't misunderstand me..."

his lips curled slightly, “—and to top it all off, a non-wolf woman at the centre of it.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Priscilla tense. I ignored her and kept my focus on Mathis. “And?” Mathis arched a brow, as if unimpressed with my lack of concern. “You know the rules, Gabriel. Exposure is unacceptable. Recklessness is unacceptable.” He took a slow step forward, his voice lowering. “What do you think happens when a high-ranking alpha gets arrested in the human world? When footage circulates? When questions start forming?”

Her head tipped back, eyes fluttered close and lush lips parted as ragged breaths passed them. At that moment—disheveled, bruised, and lost in her lust—she looked angelic. But I knew she was far from anything pure and good but she wasn't bad either. Miranda gripped my shoulder firmly with one hand, nails digging into my flesh through my shirt. The shot of pain had my cock twitching in her hot cunt as her walls stretched around me to accommodate my size. Fuck perfection. She was something beyond the word. Divinity. Miranda was divinity. My angel of death.

He was flaunting her, parading her around like a trophy while I was forced to sit in the ruins of my life. “What are you looking at that has you looking like that?” I managed to tear my eyes away from the annoying sight on the screen, looking up to see Miranda stepping into the bedroom. She was wearing a gown, so translucent that I could clearly see the outlines of her naked body underneath. She wasn’t wearing a single shred of underwear. Under normal circumstances, I might have paid attention, but right now, I nothing. Sensing my dark mood, she closed the remaining distance between us, climbing onto the mattress and peering directly over my shoulder into the phone screen.

That, or he stayed silent instead of giving into Lily’s delusions. Miranda stands from the couch. She runs the palms of her hands over the skirt of her dress, flattening any wrinkles that form in the fabric. My eyes take their time examining her body. She looks magnificent in her dress. The dark purple color compliments her complexion and it matches her bright green eyes. My breath gets caught in my throat and I have to tear my gaze off of her before she catches me looking. “I’ll get going,” Miranda breathes out. “No!” The word escapes my mouth before I can stop it. We face each other and I have to tell my body to breathe again. “I want a DNA test.”

Amanda smirked evilly while Amara gasped. "Sis you sure? He is a playboy and you want to give your virginity to him..." Amara was nervous. She too had a crush on him but never did in her dream she thought to act like a slut. "I am sure. He won't be able to resist my charm." Amanda flung her hair arrogantly. "Oh!!!" Amara squeeze out a forced smile and left Amanda with her dark thoughts.

I did not enjoy hearing that. Miranda looked at me. “I don’t think your current lady friend would appreciate it.” I shrugged. “People get junk mail all the time.” “Mm,” Miranda smiled – then, “No.” “C’mon – you and Vincent could whip up some sort of a sex tape,” Connor suggested. “Although I don’t think the market really needs another sleep aid.” “Watch it, you’re talking about my future wife,” Vincent said angrily. For the first time ever, I saw Miranda’s mask slip, just the tiniest bit. A hint of displeasure – annoyance? Disgust? – flitted across her countenance as she looked out of the corner of her eye at Vincent.

Sure enough, she found faint reddish spots on her back too, similar to the ones on Susan, though much milder. Sienna closed her eyes, unable to meet Miranda’s gaze. Miranda worked with complete focus, taking notes, snapping photos, and scanning the affected areas with an instrument. At the same time, she pressed lightly on a few spots. “Does it itch here? Or hurt?” Sienna shook her head, her voice tight. “No... no.” “Okay. Turn around,” Miranda said. Sienna turned to face her. She bit her lip in embarrassment, but as she watched Miranda’s professional expression and the quiet concentration with which she examined every inch of her skin, she suddenly realized something.

"I'll be in the bathroom," Hazel said to Miranda as he got up and took off his robe. While he was in the bathroom, Miranda received a message containing a video file in her W******p account. After watching the video file and reading the message attached to it, Miranda got up, took off her clothes, and joined Hazel in the bathroom. The moment she walked in, Hazel turned. He smiled and pulled her into his arms, "Feeling naughty? I wonder what your doctor will have to say about that."

“Honey, it's been just getting angry. Let's just go to the sweet room, shall we? We are .... ”Miranda mischievously blinked her eyes until Stefan understood the meaning of Miranda's covetousness. Stefan started to increase his libido. He turned Miranda's body so that her plump chest pressed against Stefan's broad chest. The man was getting aroused wanting to do more with the woman.