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“They’re aliens.” “I can’t believe…”Arthur said with dismay. “That you were bamboozled?” Felix said as a finish to his sentence. “Believe it. The bitch thought that she was going to mate with me to create hybrids. Can you stand it?” “So, that’s why you were so free to have sex with all of those men,” Oriana said with a spiteful tone as she walked up to stand behind Arthur. “I knew that I didn’t like you for a reason.”

Every question was a delicious little thrill. When the bus pulled into the station, my phone buzzed with a welcome text from him—*I'm here. Waiting by the entrance. Can't wait to see you. I'm the one holding the giant sign that says 'ARIA'S #1 FAN'—my heart started doing a frantic, fluttery dance against my ribs. I practically ran off the bus, my bag bumping against my legs, my eyes scanning the crowd for him.

the man smiled and then he looked at me, throwing a questioning look at Parrish and Parrish seemed the catch the hint and he pulled me forward. “Oh this is Jessica– and Jessicathis is Orion, we’re old friends really.” I stretched out my hands for a handshake, but Orion looked ridiculously at me and pulled me in for a hug instead, “If anyone didn’t tell, I’m a hugger and it’s so nice to meet you, Aria.” his look was telling but I couldn’t tell what, like he knew about me – much more about me than he was willing to let on. “I really appreciate that you’re here mine, I’ve been so stressed all week that this was going to flop badly.”

Morgan’s POV I felt Harry’s hands on my shoulders, and I looked up at him. “Patience Alpha”, his voice came through the mind link. I heaved a sigh and sat down. When the Sage saw that I was calm, he began his speech. “Now, the next matter we would table with the council is the matter of your fated mate, which may turn out to be Luna in the near future. He heaved a sigh, “Alora is a hybrid. We saw what happened during her shift. She walked on two legs. Her fur… silver with streaks of blue. That is not natural.”

For some reason, that guy was angry this morning. "I really miss Allisya and want to see her," Aris said sadly. He deeply missed his girl. "You'll see Allisya soon. Just be patient, Ris; longing will be cured," Arif tried to calm him down. Aris wasn't the only one missing his crush; he also missed Kaila. The cheerful girl with a million attentions. "I want to hug Allisya for a long time. Rif, when will we arrive in Indonesia?" Aris was impatient; it felt like he had been holding back his longing for his Allisya for years.

Orson woke up confused due to the commotion as he placed Gurion on the blanket, being careful not to wake him up while trying to sneak in behind the female in front of me. The female suddenly stopped kissing me as she moved to my back, then kicked me towards Dillon. "Is that really Ari?" Orson asked in confusion. She said she is Ayla, but it's clearly Ari's physical body despite some changes in her appearance. "A Bear, I see—so, you are this body's maternal brother, how cute—she's my sister too—does that mean I'm also your sister too?" She mumbled as she laughed creepily. Orson tackled her, holding her down and trying to restrain her.

She looked ruined. And she couldn’t stop. The next morning she returned to the tattoo shop once again. The old artist didn’t even ask questions this time. She simply nodded and prepared her station. “The heart piece,” Aria said, voice husky. “I want something that ties them all together.” The artist chose a stunning, dark design — a blooming obsidian rose with thorny vines that would sit right above her heart, with tendrils reaching toward her breasts and down toward her pussy like living roots.

She knew it in her blood that Orion will do nothing to hurt her. He was a predator - but her predator who protected her. Before she could argue further, the plane shuddered violently, and warning lights bathed the cabin in an eerie red glow. "Missile lock!" the captain's voice shouted over the intercom. "Brace! Brace! Brace!" It was now or never. "Come," I said to Orion, extending my hand. Without hesitation, he took it, his large palm engulfing mine, warm and calloused and achingly familiar. The moment our skin connected, a jolt of recognition shot through me—ancient magic, the bond between fated mates, recognizing its other half.