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He pulled a black bag from the glove compartment when he finally climbed in after fumbling with his keys. "Here," I look up from mom's eyelashes to see a pair of dog collars in his hand. Like, literal dog collars, black with silver spikes. I sneer away from him. "Alpha has instructed you both to wear one, they have a line of silver on the inside to ensure you don't shift and so you can't communicate with your wolf." He mumbled with sorrowful eyes as he pushed them toward us again.

Few minutes later, a beep came from Alex phone. Alex grabbed his phone quickly not containing his excitement. "Oh Jojo, I got my first match, and look, she's texted." He went quickly to see her Display picture, but he couldn't see her face probably because she was looking up at the sky and had huge sun glasses on, but Alex could tell she was really beautiful and the killer body she had made him even more satisfied. "Oh Jojo, this is it, I have scored. Cupid really favoured me. What's her name... Amanda Walters." A smirk slowly growed on his face. "Well, hello Amanda."

The Alpha leaned towards him and pulled him up. “How would you discover your strength if you don't sustain scars?” “Hit me,” the Alpha ordered when he got his balance. He aimed at his waist, but the Alpha missed it and flung his whole body to the ground. He groaned in pain as he crawled away. The crowd gasped at the intensity of the attack. The Alpha was brutal.

the officiant explained. Arlo and Lune each took the knife, their hands steady despite the weight of the moment. Arlo made a small incision in his palm, his gaze never leaving hers as he winced slightly. He then extended his hand towards Lune, offering her the same gesture. Lune felt a rush of emotion as she mirrored his actions, cutting her palm just enough for a few droplets of crimson to pool.

The dress shirt was so tight around his biceps I wondered how he didn’t just split them any time he bent his arm at the elbow. He gave me another friendly smile and led me down the stairs and behind the kitchen to another door which led to the basement stairs. He flicked on the lights, and I followed him into the finished underground level. There was a mini bar and lounge set up, with leather couches and a large-screen TV mounted on the wall. In the opposite direction was a glass-walled home gym. There was a variety of equipment inside, including a treadmill, stationary bike, and rowing machine, as well as a variety of free weights.

Just before I passed out on the cold bathroom floor, I caught a glimpse of Jessica's latest post on her social feed. It was a photo of two hands tightly holding each other, and I recognized Zach's hand immediately. His left hand, where a ring should have been, was now marked only by a faint line. The caption read: "No matter where I am, I'll be there if you need me."

“You’ll thank me later.” I muttered under my breath, “I’ll show you ‘thank me later.’” And I stalked toward the restaurant, Tristain following like he hadn’t just nearly killed me for fun, visor reflecting the streetlights. This was going to be a very long night. I looked up at the glowing cursive above the door. L’Orchidée Blanche I raised an eyebrow. “You used your mommy’s money for this?”

Kyle screamed grabbing a hold of his leg, we had started drawing attention to ourselves, "Could you keep your voice down?!" Bruce whisper shouted at him, "and why do you have to bring up Glow" he pulled Kyle closer by his red sweatshirt and whispered "especially after knowing how Vic gets when you mention her". They both turned to look at me, I feel so bad now because they miss Glow and its all my fault that she's not talking to them, if she'd only given me an opportunity to apologize. "Guys, you don't need to stop talking about Glow or even talk to her, she's your friend too" I sigh looking at my lunch, today I had leftover pasta from the night before and meatballs, another reason why I mis

Every heartbeat seemed to resonate with one purpose: to help Connie. Then, in unison, they opened their eyes, ready to direct their energy shot. Marko signaled, and the atmosphere grew more intense. "Ready? One... Two... Three..." Marko's voice echoed in the room, boosting their spirits. As the word "Fire!" left Marko's lips, they collectively channeled positive energy towards Connie. A gentle light began to shine from their hands, flowing softly towards Connie's body. The energy felt warm and soothing, as if surrounding Connie with love and support.

I was standing beside him. The sky was on fire—brilliant streaks of orange and purple melting into twilight, the ocean below catching every color like it couldn’t help but worship the sun’s final bow. Nathan lifted me effortlessly onto the stone railing, his hands gripping my hips, fingers pressing into my skin like he needed the anchor just as much as I did.