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Samantha commented. Samira cocked her head to the side. “You’re angry.” “Of course, I’m angry! I have every right to be! I have been lied to my whole life, and now I’m being told that I’m a whole new person, a whole new creature,” Samantha shouted. Samira stepped forward and placed her hand on her human’s chest, tears welled in her eyes. “You’re hurt.” Samantha couldn’t explain the rush of emotions that overcame her at the touch. She wasn’t even aware that she was crying until the tear landed on her chest, and she was even more surprised to find her witch doing the same.

Manu saw him and introduced him to Samar as well. He shook hands with Samar. That man was still standing very close to manu. Who invited him here?? Sagar? No!! I don't think so.... Samar came back after a few minutes and I raised one of my eyebrow. " He is a Fashion designer who made dresses for girls including the bridal lehanga . " " Ok, but why is he getting so friendly with her...err... I mean them. " I asked. " She said he is her best friend." Samar said, shrugging his shoulders.

If you haven't guess my best friend is your typical billionaire Playboy whose not ready to settle and enjoy everything life have offer ,he has way why settle down and be stuck with one when you can have them all. We got to the section ,I offered Samantha a sit close to me. I could feel she was uncomfortable with the eyes practically eye raping her including that of my best fried who had already sent the two woman away to focus on on my sammy. "Woah!.....what do we have here..an Angel in disguise.." He said in an husky voice uses and the same lame pick up line he uses to lure women to his trap. "My name his Samantha Novara " Sammy said uncomfortably are beautiful blue eyes looking every wher

he said, turning his back on her again, and finally left the room. Samara still nodded even though her master had disappeared from her sight. She’s started questioning herself. Something was new, but she couldn’t recognize it yet. She’s the only daughter of her parents; she doesn’t have siblings, and she can't remember the difference between the feeling of having a spoiling brother, and of a man that is special to her. And Master Jasson is like a big brother to her; he loves spoiling her.

I ask him pulling away from his body. He starts to chuckle. “I had a momentary lapse of who you were but once Lana was killed something snapped and I knew you were my mate; I knew who you were,” Sam says to me softly. “Thank you for rescuing me, babe,” he says as he pulls me into his arms. I suddenly realize it is over. I have Sam back for good. Lana is dead.

“Here I am—to become your well-deserved Luna of the Dam-Nighade Pack.” Her eyes glittered as the estate gates opened before her. And just like that—Samantha stepped into Theo’s world, armed not with claws or fangs… but with patience, ambition, and a darkness she wore like perfume. --- End of Epilogue Book Two: Alpha Theo: Legacy of the Banished Omega Coming soon.

I asked her. Samantha sipped her smoothie, which was an awkward choice of drink since she had never liked it. “Julian is good. I am very happy with him. The pack is just amazing—the facilities, the people, everything feels superb—and I am learning my responsibilities as the beta female.” She stopped for a second, giving me a mysterious look. “And I have great news.” I was puzzled—what could possibly outshine a new mate and a new pack? “You will be an aunty,” Samantha beamed with joy.

Dan getting a little peeved says, "Just do it Sam, now." Finally looking over he sees Sam for the first time in a few years and he gasps. Sam is standing there in just her tiny white bra and panties, they are nearly see-through since they are wet. Dan's manhood springs to life unbidden but unnoticed at first by Dan but not Sam. "Oh Sammie Honey I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. My God, when did you grow into such a beautiful young woman?"

Sam’s POV “I can’t believe how you two girls are talking to one another. You used to be such good friends,” Drake said, stepping forward. Lily smiled as she believed it was me who was being scolded. Zola was right. I wasn’t the Samantha everyone once knew—the kind, sweet girl who was eager to please and willing to forgive. I am Sam, an independent and headstrong survivor. I do not answer these people, nor should I be afraid of them. I embraced my inner Sasha, the smart-mouthed woman with whom I have been spending time, a woman who is not afraid to say what is on her mind. “It’s hard to be friends with someone who would literally stab you in the back to get into your mate’s pants. There is on

I said now with a more focused look. Alvin adjusted himself. He knows once I'm with that look, whatever that comes out of my mouth to him is very important. "Sam is pregnant," I said. Alvin looked at me with an amazed look. "You mean your Samantha?" He asked. I knew he wanted to be sure that he didn't hear me wrong. I nodded. "Has she later found her mate?" He asked. " No". " Then how is she pregnant? Shouldn't pregnancy be from mate to mate?"