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I say angrily. "Fuck, I'm going to die of poisoning," Oliver says, and I grab a pillow and throw it at him. "I bet that fucking mayonnaise is going to give you a stomach ache at any moment, and when you shit, I'm going to make a fuss too!" At some point, he's going to shit and when he does, I'm going to make fun of him. "I never imagined that someone your size could do something like that." He says with his head still out of the window.

What character was Olivia playing? "You've finished all the alcohol. We'll get more tomorrow." "That won't do. Bring me my steed. I shall ride out and get you some alcohol." Ethan was speechless. He could only play along. "Alright, the hour is late. Let's turn in for the night." Olivia jumped off the bed. "I'm not tired. I'm an owl. Owls don't sleep at night." She put her hands by her side and said, "I'll watch over you. Sleep. I'll go out and catch some rats and snakes later."

The last thought soothes my wolf marginally. James’ right eyebrow shoots toward his hairline while Ollie looks at me like I’m an idiot. I guess I am, at this point. “Dude, have you ever even met a woman? Cora will know your full name, social security number, and the last time you took a crap before the end of the night. How have you been helping your pack with relational issues when you don’t have three brain cells to hold hands and sing kumbaya?” I snarled a bit at the crack. Ollie knows everyone’s buttons and isn’t afraid to go for the jugular with his insults.

~LALA~ As expected, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, Meme is jumping on me first thing in the morning! “Bitch, get up”, she whines. “Really, Meme”, I squeal as she straddles me. “Ugh”, she groans. “How does Spin put up with your ass”? “There is nothing wrong with being a night owl. Maybe I should look into running a business that primarily operates at night”, I told her.

She snarled at her furiously. "If you don't mind your words, I will hesitate to rip you apart and throw your flesh out in the open." Lucille however didn't feel threatened at all. She smirked and wiggled her brows playfully at Ophelia. "I would like to see you try." She whispered back to her. Ophelia wanted to wipe that smugness off her face so badly. "What's going on here?" Olive asked angrily from behind. Why was he seeing a half-human and half-wolf at that moment?

“Nah. It would take more than just a horse to make me jealous.” “Right…” I said, knowing better than that. Oliver opened his mouth to say something but his phone chimed with a news update. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. I kept brushing the horse but paid attention to him. He was reading something and he seemed worried as he started to chew his fingernails. That was never a good sign. “What is it?” I asked in a deep tone as I stopped brushing. “Wolfe Ranch is smart, and that horse you’re in love with is fucking valuable,” he said.

— I shouted inside myself. The next second, I heard Owen laugh. I secretly glanced at Owen from between my fingers. "How do you know, damn little brother?!" Owen said irritably while grinning. "Even your third marriage ended in divorce. I think all your ex-wives were disappointed with your mushrooms," said Leo, sounding sarcastic. "Then how about letting your wife try it directly?" said Owen clearly, "That way we will know who is better." "You want to have a hole in your head?" Leo answered and I saw a look of annoyance on his face.

“‘Adrien Harris’s wife letting loose.’” Lucas huffed. “That was fast.” “And this one,” Olivia continued, eyes bright. “‘Guess money can’t buy class.’” She laughed again. Lucas reached for his drink, took a slow sip, eyes still on the screen. His phone buzzed again. “People are bored,” he said. “They jump on anything.” “They jump on her,” Olivia corrected. “That’s different.” She scrolled through comments now, reading them like a menu. “‘Isn’t she married?’”

Conrad says. Nodding, I dart to the closet to retrieve a broom and a dustpan. “Honestly, I’m not the least bit surprised that Ollie turned out to be wolfless,” Hugh says. “She’s already proven herself to have a failing of character. It makes sense for her to be a failure of a werewolf too.” The words sting, but I try not to let it show as I return to the broken glass and begin sweeping it into the dustpan. I nick myself on a shard of glass, but no one seems to notice so I just keep going.

Owen snarled. "So what if I am? Mister Wolf is our respected guest, and if you Durkans insist on bullying him, you'll have to go through us first!" Francis scoffed. "Alright then! You asked for it, so you can't blame us for trying to wage a war against you then!" Owen burst into a cackle. "You? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard! Old Durkan, I'd like to see what you have up your sleeve!" Francis scoffed at this.