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The man lifted his plate and smiled at Titus. His smile made it clear to Titus that he was absolutely getting his hands on Carol tonight. Carol just continued smiling. As she stared at Titus’s cold expression, her smile grew more brilliant. Titus lifted the eight hundred million plate, but just as he was expecting, the man lifted the 1.6 billion plate. 1.6 billion was the highest bid ever placed in Charmed, but it was not for a valuable artifact. Instead, it was for a woman. The unfamiliar man was also going up against Titus. How could the people not talk about it?

“Perfect. She’ll have no way to claim him now. She’s gone. Who could resist a bite like that?” My blood froze. My legs wanted to carry me forward, to claw her from her smug pedestal, but my throat closed, my body betraying me with a shiver I did not want to acknowledge. I pressed my back against the shadowed wall, heart hammering in my chest. Every instinct screamed, every memory of the stranger, the bite, the heat, the fire in my veins, pressed against this moment like a live coal. I had survived betrayal before, but this… this felt like being crucified in broad daylight.

Charlotte thought, "Am I really going to be a mother? After listening to Liam Graham's words, a question has been looming in my mind. Couldn't I give Rex the happiness of being a father? I came to realize one thing that day when I told Rex that I was going to be a mother. He was so happy after hearing me. He loves children so much. Why didn’t I feel guilty while playing with his emotions! Why did I do that? Why did I listen to the man who never loved me or Alice! Listening to him I drag my own hole. The man who gave me a life of honor, I had betrayed him. That is why I myself have been deceived. Now I am getting the fruits of my labor. God has been punishing me for my deeds. Yeah, I shoul

Then this would be a much bigger game than just a personal feud between Ethan and Dexter. Dexter was already powerful enough, and now... he might be even more powerful thanks to Narsha's abilities. This could affect the dynamics of the entire werewolf world. When all the upheavals between luck and misfortune took place, where would she stand? Charlene laughed bitterly. “Wow, I'm fucked up too, huh?” Now, she needed to make sure Ethan's belief wasn't just a cheap fairy tale from a heartbroken Alpha. She picked up her phone, about to call someone, but saw an unknown number calling her three times. When she called back, a young woman's voice answered.

"Yes, but that was because she was a bad puppy. She has promised to bring you a new puppy soon. A good puppy." Chastity clapped. Greg looked at his sister, walked up, and kissed her next. "Charlotte, you are the goddess of morality. I will no longer try to punish you for telling me what you think is the right thing to do. It is your job. I may not always do what you say because my job is to keep a balance between good and evil. That will sometimes call for me to do the immoral thing, but at other times I will do the moral thing."

“You fight a war and then you take what you want.” Charlie turns her head just enough to meet my eyes again. “I take you,” she breathes. The words shove me over the edge. I slam into her one last time and come hard, spilling deep, the release ripping through me like a snapped cable. I bite her shoulder to keep myself grounded, teeth sinking just enough to sting. When I finally still, my breath is harsh and loud. Charlie stays braced on the table, trembling, then slowly straightens. She turns in my arms, face flushed, eyes bright, mouth swollen from biting and being bitten. She looks like a woman who has survived something and refused to be ruined by it.

Seduced by pretty faces from the Darkclaw Pack, she giggled her way through their beds while feeding them Ebonfang Pack's patrol routes and weak spots. Drunk on the attention. Daydreaming about them fighting over her, crowning her their Luna. Then came the pup. And they disappeared. Panic set in. Too late to end it safely. The healer warned her—trying now, as an Omega, could kill her. So she ran crying to James. Left out the betrayal. The bed-hopping. Said she'd been tricked. Said she couldn't bring herself to hurt an innocent pup. Begged him—for her dead parents' sake.

Raya said, as she watched the little girl try to claw at Charm's face. She wasn't going to help Charms because she was a really good fighter all on her own, because her mother taught her very well. But when the little girl decided to use her claws, all bets were off. Now she would make sure Charms taught her a lesson. Charms kicked landed on Zyriah’s cheek knocking her two front teeth out. Zyriah screamed loud when she saw her two of her teeth on the ground. She hopped up still screaming and charged towards Charms at full speed, she shifted at the last second and leaped into the air biting into Charms hand. Charms screamed, “This motha Fucka bit me.” Charms said in her head. She grabbed the

“This is my film. My responsibility.” “And you’re pregnant with complications. Which is more important?” Before Seraphine could answer, her phone rang. The preschool. “Ms. Ashton Hale? This is Ms. Brennan, Charlotte’s teacher. We need you to come pick up Charlotte. She’s had an… incident.” “What kind of incident?” “She bit another child. We have a zero-tolerance policy for biting. She needs to go home today and we’ll need to have a discussion about her behavior before she can return.”

Then finally, when the service asked me what hair color I wanted, Damon sent me two visuals: one was of my mother crying her eyes out when I was five years old; the other was of Charlotte, with light somehow reflecting off of her strawberry blond hair and her beautiful face. It was a sh&t move by Damon, but I guess I am glad he did it. I immediately cancelled the order and hung up. My moral compass may be broken, but I still have limits. I knew that I did not want Charlotte to experience the betrayal pains like my mother used to. Sadly, my moral high ground meant that it was on me to rub one out. Not only that night, but the next couple of days as well. By day three, I was getting frust