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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."

My eyes narrowed, and I wondered if any part of her was still loyal, to the Lachlan “Mr. Lachlan and his wife lost their son that summer. Leonard. He was nineteen, the youngest of their children.” Clara paused, then forged on. “Leonard had taken several friends to one of his parents’ vacation homes. There was a fire. Leonard and three other young people perished.” I tried to wrap my mind around what she was saying: George Lachlan had written his daughters out of his will after the death of his son. He was never the same after

Not as an intruder, not as a woman who'd married her way into a fortune, but as the rightful line of the Vance estate. My breath came out in a thin plume of white mist. I took a sip of tea and tasted nothing. Every memory of my childhood a frugal, quiet life with a frail father who kept the books for a small-town firm in rural New South Wales felt like a canvas peeling back to show something darker underneath. "Kirrily." Lachlan's voice from the doorway wasn't the roar of the man who ruled Martin Place. It was broken, thick with a confusion that vibrated through the timber under my feet.

He was here, as Justin had asked of him, but there was no atonement for getting a friend killed. He stared out the massive living room window at a dark Cattenach Ranch, waiting on Olivia to return from upstairs. Justin had talked about his family and the land often, but somehow hadn't done any of it justice. Nate had envisioned a little farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by rolling hills and cows. Showed what he knew.

Joseph recognised him and called out. “Lachlan!” Lachlan turned around and walked back towards Joseph and Dane with a big smile on his face. He greeted Joseph with enthusiasm, shaking his hand. “Beta Dane, this is my friend Lachlan. We studied finance together, and he’s one of our best customers. Can’t keep him away from the place.” Dane shook Lachlan’s hand. Anyone who was filling his bank account on a regular basis was a friend of his. The girl had joined Lachlan, and she was exactly the type of girl Joseph had predicted the Green Plains men would pay highly for: pale skin, light hair, and unmistakably from the Cape.

The languid aristocrat who had been lounging moments before sprang up like a man struck by inspiration. “How about this,” Nathaniel said excitedly, pacing the room. “My next novel—an unmarried mother!” He stopped beside the desk and leaned forward eagerly. “Brother, you simply must provide some inspiration for your poor, struggling younger sibling.” Alexander picked up a document and opened it, as though Nathaniel did not exist. “I’m busy.” Nathaniel leaned casually against the desk anyway. “What does she do?” Silence. Alexander continued reading. Nathaniel sighed theatrically.

Nico answered, Layla could not help but think about how different he and Nathan were. Nathan was an alpha and he took what he wanted. He may do it in a respectful way but he took what he wanted either way. Nico on the other hand will always be a lapdog, he is abate and is meant to follow the alpha’s orders. That is not what Layla wanted, his answer right now gave Layla more reason to go ahead with her plan to finally sleep with Nathan. She wanted to feel him one more time before everything goes to hell.

*** Liam I’ve been sitting on my bed since I got home from Asher’s place and staring at my cell phone, waiting for his call. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get to sleep because all I could see was Mr Prince’s lifeless eyes looking straight up at me. Even in death, the man scared me shitless. Fuck, I hope they don’t figure out that I was there! At 1 am, my phone rings, and when I look at the caller ID, I see my mom’s number and answer it. “Hey, mom,”

Our first night was a one-night stand, so it was abrupt and hazy in my memory, forgotten amidst the whirlwind of emotions. With the blood of Lycans coursing through his veins, his member truly lived up to its beastly reputation. Lycan Steven chuckled, seeming to sense my thoughts. He sighed, running his length along my thigh, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “Surprised, huh?” His words felt like a searing brand against my skin. I swallowed hard, averting my gaze. "Shut up..." "Touch it, Nathalie. It's growing like that because of you. You have to handle him,” he teased me in his seductive voice.

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