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It makes no sense… “Oh, don't think much about it. Dreams don't mean much. Sure, it scared you a bit. But it ends there. Today is a big day. You shouldn't let a dream rattle you. “Athena says, and I nod after a few seconds, with a fake smile. I'm at Athena's place today, as I wanted to stay away from home, and it's a normal thing as Athena and I usually pass nights at each other's houses. A week had passed since Amber challenged me, and today is the day that the new Miss. Emerald High would be announced. Athena has been helping me campaign for the spot. She gave herself the title of my campaign manager, and according to her, things are looking up. And if she says so, I believe her. She got m

Missy Edwards was born in the Emerald Pack. Her mother died giving birth to her so her father blamed her for taking his mate away. She was raised by omegas that lived next to her. Her father never cared for her and didn't care if something happened. She pleaded to the alpha and the luna to help, but they said as unfortunate as her situation was, they could do nothing. She lived in hell when she turned fourteen and her father started looking at her differently. He came home drunk one night and said she looked like her mother and started putting his hands on her. She punched him and ran away that night. She ran into the forest and kept running, hoping he was not chasing her and she tripped ove

It’s amazing how different the world can become in just six months. As I held my own private pity-party, Missy started to become agitated in my head. She started begging for her mate. My heart broke for her. I tried to gently remind Missy that we didn’t have a mate anymore because we had just rejected Jason. She didn’t seem to care. She kept repeating “mate, mate, mate, mate” in my head.

She missed the version of him she'd created in her head, the potential she'd seen in him, the moments when he'd been kind and she'd fooled herself into thinking that was the real him. She missed the dreams of what they could have been. But she knew now, truly knew, that missing someone didn't mean they deserved access to you. Missing someone didn't mean they were good for you. Didn't mean they had earned a place in your life. Didn't mean you owed them another chance, or an explanation, or even a goodbye. She could miss him and still know that he was poison. She could miss him and still choose herself. She could miss him and still close the door.

Like a flower without a sun and a bullet without a gun, my life has become incomplete. Consider the many hours we spoke in a candid, unrestricted manner. Just when I thought we had overcome the Charlotte issue, another one cropped up. I mourn the sense of hope and joy and how my heart would breathe a sigh of relief on the days that she brought me peace. Missed lying by her side tracing the outlines of her skin and the way she held me close enough to hear her heartbeat. It's an anguish, a sadness, a desolation that cannot go away until she's here.

“She saw it through the window. Big and white. She pointed and said it clear as anything.” “Moon,” he breathed, and for a second, a fleeting, heartbreaking second, a real smile touched his eyes. It transformed his face, wiping away the Alpha, the warrior, leaving just a man captivated by a simple, beautiful fact. Then it was gone, buried under the weight of all the moons he hadn’t seen with her. “I missed it.” “You missed everything.”

“Michael, I’m nine years older than you.” I smile. “Oh. I didn’t realize.” My hands drift to her back, rubbing slow circles. She smiles, leaning closer. “Michael… let’s not fight anymore.” No more fighting. Yes. “I missed you,” she whispers. And that’s it. That’s the break in me. I grab the back of her head gently and pull her into a kiss—deep, slow, desperate. I pour everything into it: regre t, hunger, fear, love… and the darker things I don’t dare name.

"The beauty of a woman is like a cloud floating beneath the moon, often heard of but rarely seen. However, this Miss Misa is different. She's exquisitely beautiful and elegant and incredibly talented at playing music. You'll be so moved when you hear her play that you'll applaud uncontrollably. She came from a humble background and had to travel to make a living. She arrived in the capital three years ago, and her reputation suddenly soared. She was even honored with a place on the Beauty Ranking." In her usual naivety, Emma had never encountered situations like this before. Alpha Jeffn's voice echoed softly, "Since Miss Misa began performing, numerous aristocrats, wealthy families, and tale

no have the best voice and in your voice, it's terrible," she chuckled as she imitated the way Elizabeth would tease her and her voice. She cleared her throat. "And if I can't be close to you. I'd settle for the ghost of you..." she sang "I miss you more...more than life. And if you can't be next to me, your memory is ecstasy, I miss you more than life, I miss you more than life," she cried, falling on her knees. "I miss you so much, I miss you everyday, I miss you know and I know it's impossible but I want you to know that if I can't be close to you, that I'd settle for the ghost of you. Your memory with me is ecstasy and I won't ever forget you. I hope you are a fine best friend," she mut

Even in her stilt- heeled white go-go boots, he was taller. Humming with catlike pleasure, Missy twined slender arms behind his neck. She was fully made up and, as a result, didn’t tongue-kiss him. “I forgot what a lovely big brute you are. Clearly, it’s been too long since we’ve seen each other.” She pouted, which wasn’t his favorite expression, though her expertly painted mouth was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Rebecca’s, his treacherous memory pointed out.