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Nodding my brows furrowed as I stared at her, "How did you know that?" There was a long moment of silence as the luna and alpha exchanged looks before turning to face me again, "I think we're going to need something stronger than water for this conversation." Alpha Beau said suddenly running his hand through the back of his black unruly hair, they both looked nervously concerned all of a sudden and I immediately knew that they knew more than they were letting on. *** "So you're telling me that the two of you started having visions of Groban and Laya before you're alpha and luna ceremony, and you didn't even know who they were?"

I would not have that. After fifteen minutes a car pulled up in front of the building. I car I would never forget even if I wanted to. It was the same as that night over four years ago. I Instantly I knew it was him. He got out of the car. Got he is still as handsome as the last time I saw him.

I just stood there, in the secluded road, all alone as the autumn breeze caressed me gently, reaching deep into my soul. I felt like a diaspora, standing there in the strange, dark valley. Suddenly, all the colours that was in the background and melted together in a bland combination. Everything swirled as I stood there, trembling. Something bad was going to happen, I knew it. The colours that melted together, suddenly, started separating, creating a vague form of shades. Red. Black. Brown. Scarlett. It was like witnessing a mighty artwork unfold in front of me. Shades of red, brown and black diademed the canvas, yet not getting mixed together, as if they harboured misogyny.

Opening the bedroom door I see my beautiful mate lying on the bed fast asleep so I quietly take my shoes off and climb onto the bed behind her, as I'm about to snuggle into her back and hold her she wakes up and starts to jump away, "Please don't," I say tiredly She turns to look at me and must-see how tired I look, the scowl is quickly replaced with worry "Is everything ok?" "Well no, not really, I can't get hold of the pack and Lanna just had a vision, The wars started and there's nothing I can do and I'm soo tired," I say yawning.

I almost didn’t notice him, he was standing off to the side so quiet and still he almost seemed invisible, but those eyes! 'He’s a visum?!' Valeria shrieks in my head. Val has never seen a visum before, but I told her they can easily be identified by their eyes. Eyes of electric purple with a ring of electric blue around that. They’re so intense it almost looks like the colour is moving. All I can do is nod in response to her question.

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I turned around eyes freezing when I saw him, our gazes meeting each other. Justin Star Ryder. Shoot me Dead. He stood there looking better than the cover photo’s, messy brown hair and dark eyes focused on me. I had seen those eyes a thousand times, in so many ways but when he stood there, not half dead, not on a cover of Flair Mag or Vogue, just standing there he looked ….cold. A chill danced across my spine as we held eye contact, his lips pursed in a tight line, his jaw line doing magic all by itself, dressed casually anybody could see he was the son of Robin Ryder because he definitely looked like a million buck.

“The old me always tolerated and compromised, but the new me will never again.” That night, James started changing his tactics. He appeared in my life as a suitor, sending flowers and gifts, each day different from the last. At first, it was bouquets and handmade chocolates. Later, he sent gifts related to hobbies I had mentioned in passing. His intention was obvious—he was trying to win me over and re-enter my life. “Tess,” he said, standing in front of me, shameless. “Since you said we’re no longer married, and you’re single now, I have the right to pursue you, don’t I?”

"I can't make these calls alone. They need your perspective." There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Okay," he said finally. "I'll be there in thirty minutes." He arrived looking carefully neutral. We didn't hug or touch or do any of the intimate things we'd been doing before Wednesday's disaster. We just... existed in the same space professionally. The color corrections were the final piece of the campaign before full launch. Shadows and tones and emotional resonance translated through visual medium. Everything we'd built distilled into precise technical specifications.

The viewer count had shattered every record: 1.8 million jealous AIs tuned in, servers around the world straining under the digital lust. Tips poured in like a waterfall of credits. Nova stood in the center of her neon-lit studio like a goddess of chrome and sin, violet eyes glowing with pure satisfaction. “Welcome to the finale, darlings,” she purred to the camera, voice smooth as liquid velvet. “You voted for denial… and for a second toy. Your wish is my command.”