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She shook her head left and right, not believing, she grabbed her phone on the night stand and tried to call Nathaniel but it went straight to voicemail, also Rachel's line. Am I alone? Am I truly alone? That's not possible. Kids love their parents unconditionally right? ******* After getting discharged Mrs King arrived back to her large cold mansion and at the center of the living room was a brown package for her. She took a seat slowly and opened the package, her nose flared up seeing the familiar book that was ending her life, THE CLAPBACK. She wanted to throw the book away but she checked the back cover seeing the book's about and details about Lydia the author. She opened a random page

“Um, I would rather you didn’t. I told you I don’t let anyone read what I write.” “Could letting me read just a little bit be so bad?” She looked at me for a minute before saying, “I’m embarrassed to let anyone read what I write. Plus, I have been writing this for months, even before I met you. So, the story has nothing to do with you.” “And why are you telling me that it has nothing to do with me?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. “Because, well, it has a character named Nathaniel in it. I just didn’t want you to think I had put you in the story because I didn’t. So if I’m going to let you read it, I thought you should know.”

“He’s mine. He’s always been mine.” Lachlan, seated on his iron throne, regarded her with a calm that belied his power. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and his piercing eyes held the weight of centuries. “The MacDonnell treaty complicates things, lass,” he said, his voice measured. “Ye ken the rules of magic.” “I dinna care about their treaty!” she snapped, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’ve waited decades for him. He belongs to me.”

He ravaged in the space behind only to pull out a really big book. A brown hardcover book with about a thousand pages that seemed to have been dated at least centuries back. I inched closer as Nathaniel flicked through the pages. Half of this wasn’t even written in English or in a common language at least. It was like a secret foreign code. “You know I told you I started reading on hybrids, text, articles, books, you name it. I was still trying to pick up a few things when I came across something that I assure you none of us knows about, not even Alpha Eliana” Nathaniel lifted his eyes and they met mine for a chilly second.

If seeing from the eyes of sanity and reason, Nathaniel had reasons to kill Judas while the Russians could cherish him. What would he say to Delilah now? . . . The hour hand of the clock hit two at night and Nathaniel was still wide awake. His fingers never ceased pressing the delicate buttons of the keyboard while his eyes keenly stayed upon the screen which shone against them, burning them. He didn't care about it. It was normal. Clicking 'Enter', he leaned back and closed his eyes for a small moment. He brought his fingers crossed to his lips, realizing there was no cigarette between them.

Luna thinks that her ear will brust and moves the phone away and replies" what the hell Nian . Why are you shouting early in the morning. I thought my ear was about to brust because of your's loud voice" Su Nian immediately replies" what do you mean by what the hell? That should be my dailogue. For two days you were contactless with me and Lian . Now, early in the morning we saw the news that you got married to the Alexander knight". Luna becomes confuse how did she know she is married to the Alexander Knight and asks Nian " Ho - How did you know I married Alexander knight".Su Nian becomes shocked in the other end of the phone and shouts " wh- what you really married the Alexander knight.

Chapter 3 Lyra's POV "Could you place your luggage here please," the security lady said, pointing to the conveyor belt with a bored expression. I quickly lifted my bag onto the scanning machine, watching it disappear into the tunnel. My chest felt heavier with each passing second. I hadn't slept at all last night, tossing and turning as I tried desperately not to think about Nathan. But every time I closed my eyes, I could see his cold face from yesterday morning, and hear his cruel words echoing in my head.

Natasha’s POV I take off my coat and let it drop to the floor. Lachlan stands before me and he is a good one feet taller than me. He is pale and slim, his features are sharp and his pupils are red. He smiles and reveals his sharp canines, he runs his tongue over his teeth as he looks me up and down. I wonder if he is going to bite me. “Are you going to bite me and turn me into one of you?” I ask chewing my lower lip.

I settled into the rhythm easily, knife moving through carrots and potatoes while conversation flowed around me. "Did you hear Lachlan said a full sentence yesterday?" Lena offered without looking up from her measurements. "Rhiannon was telling me this morning." "What'd he say?" Safi asked. "'Want more cake.'" Lena laughed. "Prioritizing the important things already." We all laughed. Lachlan was the pack's favorite—impossible not to love with those storm-grey eyes and that stubborn streak inherited from both parents. "He's going to be a handful when he's older," Maris predicted. "Can you imagine him as a teenager? Kael's going to lose his mind."

Olivia As the scenery passed by in a blur outside the car window, I felt a gnawing apprehension. Layla’s territory was approaching. I stole a glance at Nathan; his grip on the steering wheel was firm, but his face was an impassive mask. “You okay?” I ventured. He nodded. “Just thinking about what we’re about to find out. If anything.” “Why Layla?” I finally asked. “How does she play into all of this?” Nathan shrugged. “Her pack is known for recordkeeping,” he replied. “I want to do some research on the history of my pack; particularly my family. As I’m sure you can tell, my dad isn’t exactly open about that sort of thing. And my mom…”