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I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."

I rolled my eyes, “if only you'd paid attention I won't have to be in this situation right now.” “That's why I'm your beta” he said smugly, “I have Beta privileges” “That's not a thing,” I said bluntly. “It is now.” He shrugged. “Stop making shit up and enforcing them on me” “It's all love, Alpha. There's plenty more to pass around.” “Ew. No, hard pass.” “Well…” he trailed off. “Right. Antares is the human of Aragon. Just like my wolf is Eden and yours is—”

I haven't gotten the well deserved sleep I need. I pulled my phone out and logged into kik. I quickly searched for his username there and instantly noticed that his display photo was a black grand piano. I sighed looking at it, I was expecting his display photo was a picture of himself. At least I'd know how he looks like. Then I stared at my own display photo which was a picture of me. I think it's unfair if he'll see my face and I won't see his. So I hurriedly changed my display photo into a picture of a cute kitten.

I die a little on the inside. "Umm... I don't know," I muster a smirk, hoping he drops it there. He looks at me quizzically. "Where is it?" He looks around the room. Nope, he's not dropping it. "I... don't know that either," I clip and a confused look crosses his face. I huff not looking forward to explaining this. "I was at the park one day and saw it playing with its owner. His ball was thrown my way and when I picked it up he sat at my feet waiting for me to throw it. So I took a picture," I inform, mortified at how it sounds saying it out loud.

Some have profile photos and others are simply left blank. "Where's his account?" I asked, without looking at Beta Luke. I saw Beta Luke's hand pointing to an account that came from the second list. The account has a profile photo in the form of a cartoon. Actually I'm not sure if it's Levin Gaillard's account. I clicked on it and it showed me a social media account that didn't have much information posted on it. There are only two photos uploaded, one photo as a new profile photo which is a picture of a character in a cartoon and the other photo is a picture of a person.

Third Person's pov Instead of going down right away, Sophia leaned against the window to watch for a bit. They would need a lot of preparation time for this banquet, making it pointless to go now. But first, Sophia took a few selfies and posted it on her F******k. She smiled brightly for the photo, and her braids looked cuter than ever. Sophia was in her prime after all, so there was no need to turn on any filters, for she was naturally beautiful. She stared at her photo for a moment before turning it off. The photo was posted despite her knowing nobody would see it, for she didn’t have a friend list anyway. All the people on her friend list were the Constances, though she wondered if they h

The follower count was sitting at a casual 104k. ​His profile grid was a clean, high-contrast mix of high-intensity action shots under stadium lights—muscles strained, sweat glistening on rich dark skin as he drove toward a hoop—and casual, effortlessly sharp off-duty fits in front of sleek cars or concrete campus backdrops. The bio was simple: Ashcroft Basketball. Sophomore. A lone basketball emoji next to a link for an upcoming college showcase page.

I asked. He frowned and barely glanced at me. "Soulmate, my ass. I'm reading an article," he responded as he scrolled his phone's screen down. "Article?" I asked out of curiosity. I moved a little closer to him and took a look at his phone. Looking at the red-colored bold letters, I read it loud. "After reaveling that PFM actually stands for Pleasure For Men, instead of PeterFund Ma, CEO Na Jungmyeon was arrested earlier after being the man behind the cybersexual activities of the said famous chat room. Oh, finally." I said after I saw the article. "Suits him. Gross."