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"I never abandoned you, Iris. I was pushed out. I've been trying to come back ever since." The video ends. I stare at the dark screen for a moment. Then I look out the car window at the street, which is doing ordinary things, people walking, traffic moving, everything completely indifferent to the fact that my entire childhood just rearranged itself. "Take us home," I say. I open her F******k page within twenty minutes of getting through the door. Rebecca Chen, Portland, Oregon. Accountant. The profile is public, which tells me she left it that way on purpose.

Rebecca Rebecca climbed out of her car. The pub was packed with people because it was two dollar beer night. Thursday night was college night, and all the University of Houston students enjoyed a release. She remembered all too well having many Thursday nights at Barney’s. She pulled her coat tighter and walked toward the front door, a nagging sensation about Parker’s warning eating at her. She didn’t want to text Jason. It seemed like a controlling, silly thing to do.

****A/N**** So this was the last chapter of BOOK 1 BOOK 2 :The Rejected Alpha King is out on GoodNovel P.S. [] is for what Elias said to Erica back when they spoke before she woke up.

11: Jasper When they got inside, Dawn hurried into her room to place the book she got from the library. Luckily, Xio didn’t notice that she went into her room to hide something from her. It’s just that she didn’t want her to know that she would create an investigation about the place she went through. “Where’s Rebecca and Rocco?” she asked, as soon she got out of the room and noticed that somebody was missing. James and Xio’s conversation got interrupted when they heard Dawn. Xio went to her and clung her arms around Dawn's arm, being clingy again.

~ At her Attorney Office ~ Rebecca Torres's office smelled like lemon polish and expensive leather. Vases of fresh-cut flowers perched on minimalist tables—a deliberate softness in an otherwise sharp environment. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcased Manhattan's skyline, a reminder of how high the stakes were in this city. I fidgeted with my wedding ring—still on my finger despite everything. Old habits. "Tell me everything," Rebecca said, her dark eyes assessing me over tortoiseshell glasses. "And I mean everything, Aria. The Waltons have already assembled their legal team."

The Alpha's Redemption; Winning Back My Luna is book 3 in the series, and will follow Jasper, Astra, Jonas, Flora and Jenna with new people arriving and old ones making a comback. I cannot wait to make this journey with you!

And I wondered if she was even aware of what Luke was playing at. It may have been the alcohol, but everything that the man seemed to do was downright sensual and very inviting. And I slowly, I was falling for that charm. Never once in my wildest dream did I ever think I would look at a man with blonde hair and want to bed him right there and then. But then Luke… “I can assure you, Miss Brown…” Rebecca, the blonde with red lips and hazel eyes said with a dazzling smile. “I am not a reader myself but when that book came out, I just had to get myself a copy.” She countered, and I forced a smile.

I ducked my head and beelined out of the bar and hid like Rose hiding from Cal on the decks of the Carpathia. A sense of relief hit me as soon as I snuck into the back dining room where I was serving my last few remaining tables. I wondered who he was; he seemed familiar. I spied on him from around the corner and saw that Rebecca Scott, an old fremeny from my lacrosse days, had already set the strange man in her sights. Rebecca had always wanted whatever I had, whether it be men or clothes. She was one of those girls who maintained a large circle of guy friends, who she was lowkey trying to hook up with, while stating that girls were too much drama and that’s why she always hung out with guy

Lucy Hale I approached slowly, my footsteps light against the carpet. When I peeked through the gap, my breath caught. Elias Ward. His jacket folded neatly on the chair, sleeves rolled up slightly. He was pulling out old volumes and stacking them on a nearby table. He looked focused, flipping through pages and repeating the same with other books. My heart felt restless, eyeing the empty hallway, hopeful that no one came. What was he doing in the Hawthorne’s library room?

“I want to go home,” Rebecca whispered to April-the secretary sitting beside her. Rebecca Clovin, the beautiful manager, felt something strange happening to her body. Her heart was pounding, her whole body felt hot as if sparks were igniting inside her. Yet, at the team dinner held in a five-star hotel, she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. From the start, she only intended to treat her team to dinner to celebrate the success of the new product they had developed. She had only eaten steak, salad, and a glass of orange juice...