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“I am not overthinking.” He raised an eyebrow. “Okay,” I admitted, tugging the blazer off the back of the chair. “Maybe a little.” Today was the day, Meow Me Twice: A Feral Love Story was officially out in the world. Six months of writing, rewriting, editing, mor rewriting, and agonizing over every punctuation brought to fruition. My first published book. My name, C.A. Noite, was printed on glossy covers that didn’t just exist in my dreams anymore. I’d spent half the night staring at the box of author copies on our kitchen table, equal parts giddy and terrified.

"But, I’m sorry, Mr. Liam, I can’t let you go freely now. Since the victim mentioned your name, you are now a suspect." Julie’s eyes welled up with tears. She clenched her fists, torn between her love for Liam and the possibility that he was the one who raped her sister. "What do you mean? I didn’t do anything! Julie, say something. You believe me, don’t you?" Liam pleaded, but Julie just sat there in silence, her anger bottled up.

The only thing that I was grateful about was that the next stopover was only a few hours away from Eliza, and we would be back at home early tomorrow morning. I don’t disturb Ronan again as I occupied myself with one of the books Martha had given me. It was supposed to help me understand the concept of becoming one with Blue and also understand how abilities worked for shifters that had them. I had gotten lost in the pages of my book when a loud bang sounded from behind us. I jumped, startled out of my skin, and the book fell to the floor of the car as I looked at Ronan. “Stop the car,” Ronan commanded as he closed his laptop.

The PA said and Damon nodded his head. "Since I joined here, I am always fond of you. You trusted me and told me you are in the relationship with Ms. Madison. I was... really happy that you are together with her." The PA said taking a deep breath before continuing. "If we forget that, she is our competitor, then... There's nothing wrong about her. She is a perfect woman that every man wants to have on life. She is too kind too. Then..." The PA cut off in mid sentence knowing very well that Damon figured out what he was about to ask him but he still ask him.

"Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death." ― William S. Burroughs Mariennne's POV: Letting myself in the dark room, I closed the door with a loud sigh, my head throbbing as I tried to take deeper breath, voices roaring in my head. These days, the voices seemed to become more prominent, more loud. Coiling in my mind, putting on a freak show. I licked my lips.... I enjoyed the taste of my crazy.

As much as I disliked being here, it was going to be difficult to go back to my twin-sized bed at home. As I readjusted myself in the bed, my fingers brushed the paperback novel that I’d been reading most recently. It was an old favorite of mine, about an Omega that was kidnapped by a dashing Alpha pirate. Through a lot of wacky adventures and quite a few orgies, they fell in love. If I got my flashlight, maybe I could read through my favorite sex scene and go to sleep daydreaming about…

We were breathless, messy, wild, so completely lost in the pleasure and the love that nothing else could break through. And in the middle of all that rush, all that distraction and overwhelming pleasure, I completely forgot. Hours later, after he had slipped away quietly and the sun had gone down, leaving the room dim and quiet, I realized with a jolt that I hadn’t taken my pill that day. I’d been so caught up in the chaos of planning, so distracted by the rush of tasks, and then so completely drowned in him, his touch, his taste, that it had slipped my mind entirely. I remembered panicking a little then, my heart dropping, but I’d told myself firmly that it was fine, just one mistake, just

So, I sat in the bean bag chair on their floor and started reading. After a few minutes, I look up to see them all asleep. I quietly stood up, shut the book, and replaced it on their bookshelf. I snuck out of the room and left the door cracked, so I could hear if they would need me. I tiptoed down the hallway until I padded to John and Amaris' bedroom. I went in and there was a black pair of panties on the floor beside the bed. Come to think of it, I had never been to their room. I fully walked into the room, it was neat and clean, and the black panties were so sexy.

Stacy had a different taste, and he smiled. “Yeah, I ordered the large cup for you,” Zach mumbled. Stacy beamed at his sweet tone. Her smiles filled the gap for a moment. Does he really love Stacy at all? Isn’t he just trying to get rid of something he should never have done? Is he not guilty? Zach was… guilty. It was such a foreign feeling. That even if he’s guilty, he can love the one who broke him to his treasure.