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“Emphasis on ‘first’ dear.” Tears dropped from Natalie’s eyes as her fangs elongated. “I wish I had never met you. I wish you had never been saved during the raid. I wish you had died from that fall. You call me a monster, but you, Pyra, are the author of everything I am.” Natalie crouched beside me, her face a mask of pure malice as she jumped towards me. I continued standing erect, watching her body approach faster and faster until she was close enough. With a slash of my claws, I tore through her face, using my other clawed hands to dig right into her chest, gripping her heart, writhing my fist.

Brandon’s POV “This is amazing,” Natalie whispered, her voice echoing just a little bit in the empty space. We wandered slowly between the aisles, our footsteps muted by the thick carpet as our fingers brushed along the spines of books. Natalie leaned in close to read titles, whispering observations as if the space itself demanded reverence. “Who names a book The Economic Implications of Seventeenth-Century Brickmaking?” she murmured. I snorted quietly. “Someone very committed to a niche audience.”

Henry asked still crying. Natalie flinched and stopped walking away. " You're right! And do you want to know who the other man is?... It's the next alpha of our pack. With him, I'll be the luna! I can get whatever I want. But with you?" Natalie said as she looked him up and down. "I will have to live my life like a rouge. And even if you aren't a rogue I'd still not want you!.. But if you were an alpha then maybe I would've accepted you." Natalie said and left without looking back.

“Not anymore.” They stood in silence, shoulder to shoulder, until they heard the familiar creak of the porch swing behind them. Drixie’s voice carried faintly through the dark, full of laughter and wine-soaked storytelling. Amanda was chiming in, sharp but amused, while Don Grego listened with his usual calm presence. They sounded like a family. Their family. Natalie reached into her cloak and pulled something out—a small, leather-bound notebook. She handed it to Norwan without a word.

She said before she put down her purse and crossed her arms in her chest. I didn’t look at her until I finished washing my hands. “I’m not buying any of your games right now, Roxy. So, might as well leave me alone.” I emotionlessly told her before I walked past her. “You don’t even know what Kyrie’s planning to do, Nathalie,” I stopped in my tracks when I heard what she said. “So, don’t be comfortable.” I felt Roxy leaning into me. “You might end up hurting yourself as you watch him fulfill his promises to me…”

A slow, pleased smile curved Natalie’s lips as she leaned back, taking a measured sip of her coffee. “Perfect,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “Let’s see how quickly their little alliance begins to crumble.” Setting the coffee on the table, Natalie's slender fingers reached for the file as she dismissed Emma. She read through it for a while, th satisfied smile still painted her lips as she shoved the file into her drawer. She rose from her seat again, each step graceful as she walked towards the window againe. Bold of Isabella to think she was smart. She scoffed. This was her story, it was left for her to twist it to whatever way she wanted, she wrote and controlled the plots, she controlled w

Gracie I’m staring at the bookshelves that morning when Natalie walks in and shocks me out of my solemn mood. She laughs when she walks around my table and takes the free seat opposite mine. “What’s happening?” she asks with her usual smile, then flips her hair over one shoulder. It’s my first day back at work after returning to Golden Bay two days ago, and it feels good to be back in my safe space. I spent the past two days working on my book. It’s getting harder to work on my characters when their story feels so similar to mine. I want a happy ending, but then my main male character, Nate, is the kind of man who doesn’t believe in love just like Trevor.

Romina teased, and Kristin laughed. --- Natalie felt a rush of joy when she saw Luke approach her. She had asked to meet him at the library where they first met. "Hi, Natalie," Luke smiled. "I had to message you on I*******m because I don’t have your number," she said, feeling overwhelmed to see him again. "It’s fine. Why did you ask me to meet?" "I came to give you this," Natalie said, handing him a book. "Whoa! You already published your book?" he asked with a smile.

I want to know everything about her; explore her body and the taste of her on my tongue. Despite her beauty, there is one thing that intrigues and confuses me: Natalie has a commanding presence that is much stronger than Elle’s. She’s an omega, and her parents are warriors. Subordinate strong warriors. I guess we’ll find out why soon enough. I wanted Natalie more than any other she-wolf, and this school year I’ve decided to make her mine. I checked I*******m, and as I expected, her account is private. You can only see her profile picture, which was a set of earbuds on top of a book in black and white. This girl is intriguing. I wanted to know her so badly– all of her.

She didn’t have anything worth remembering to write down, so she promised herself that if her life started getting more interesting, she would perhaps give the book a chance. Nothing unusual had gone down since that very weird night, thank God, and Natalie was taking the whole settling-in thing quite well. The silver haired teen sat in their beautiful garden today, lounging… her cast foot resting on a low table as she read a romantic novel. She was flushed, her heart thumping very fast, her thighs clenching unconsciously at the extremely smutty scene she had gotten to. Being a virgin, this was kind of the only way she got to get her adrenaline high— taking it second handedly while pretending