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Alpha James questioned causing a chuckle form his mate. “Seriously James she is 18 let the girl have some fun with this charming and handsome young man, you can not shield her from life forever” Luna Eva patted him gently trying to convince him this was a good idea. His deadly eyes locked onto mine and an unvoluntary shiver ran down my spine. “I will warn you once and once only boy, any part of you that touches her will be permanently removed from your body, are we clear?” He growled over me, if he meant to scare the crap out of me, mission accomplished.

He starts listening to music through his cassette player, as he appears to be displeased with the first few tracks he plays. Dantzler: "Maybe I should listen to something different every now and again. Too much of one thing is always a bad thing unless it's food." (He presses skip once allowing it to randomize. It comes to a song called, "Say so" by Doja Cat) Dantzler: "I hate this song that this song has been played into oblivion...but fine,whatever." (Occasionally he bobs his head to the tune while prepping himself by stretching for a decent jog)

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

“Anything in particular? Classical, perhaps, since you like the ballet?” Pushing my lips together, I think it over. “How about some pop?” She lifts her brows to her hairline. “Pop …?” Chuckling, the driver flicks on the radio. Doja Cat begins blasting out of the speakers. Layla’s shocked face has me covering my mouth to stifle my giggles. It’s almost enough to cheer me up, helping me forget what I’m on my way to do.

“Asena, don't do this. We'll find another way.” Heat flooded my body, the sensation far from pleasant. Something within me was changing, something was spreading fast. I stumbled back, struggling to draw a breath. “Asena, I can take this from you.” Kaan extended his hand, and I stepped back, rejecting his touch. “I won't let you do this!” he shouted, but I only gave him a faint smile. I had already made my choice. Drawing a deep breath, I locked my eyes on his. “Kaan Ardens, I, Asena Jordart, reject you as my mate!”

Jaden was trying to be polite. "Seriously? is that what you think. Jaden! Can't you see? My heart calls your name. It's you I want. I don't really care if anyone sees me with you and trust me, if you would let me i promise that within a month your identity in this school will change and you won't have to be regarded as a pauper anymore. Your status will upgrade and won't have to be the same." Jaden saw that miss Fiona was desperate. Even though her offer was tempting and speaking to his greedy side, he couldn't accept it.

Except one. Dawn.

His line rang in my ear. He picked up in one ring. "You just sent me a text," he said. I tapped once. I heard the faint sound of him reading it. My name is Ava Arande. I'm mute. I can hear everything you say. I'll communicate by text while we talk. Please don't hang up. A beat of silence. "That's an unusual request." I was already typing the next message and I sent it. Most of my requests are unusual, that's not the one you should be focusing on right now.

Jack was the anesthetic. Varkas had realized that the ninety percent were starting to rebel against the Refinery. They were getting too wild, too desperate. So, Varkas had brought the Sovereign back to the continent. He dressed Jack in white silk, crowned him in flowers, and let his beautiful, submissive magic wash over the city. Jack thought he was bringing peace to a utopia. In reality, he was greasing the wheels of a genocide, keeping the victims entirely docile as they were marched into the dark.