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the message read. I froze. What the hell? I looked at the message again to make sure I read it correctly. My Accomplice._ _It’s done._ My stomach knotted. I didn’t move, I didn’t touch the phone. I just stared at it, blinking like it might disappear if I looked long enough. Molly laughed again from the dance floor, spinning under the lights like she didn’t have a single secret in the world. But something was off. Her energy wasn’t just excitement—it was glee. Euphoria. Like she had gotten what she wanted, and now she was just waiting to see the fallout.

I slipped quietly through the kitchen door. What I saw froze me. Marina stood at the counter with a tray of snacks, her back to Malik. He was pressed up close, whispering in her ear, his large hands groping her ass through her shorts. Marina’s eyes were half closed, her chest rising and falling. I could’ve sworn I heard her whisper back the words black cock. They both turned when they sensed me. Malik pulled his hands away like nothing had happened. “We were just on our way back,” he said casually, grabbing the beers.

I slipped quietly through the kitchen door. What I saw froze me. Marina stood at the counter with a tray of snacks, her back to Malik. He was pressed up close, whispering in her ear, his large hands groping her ass through her shorts. Marina’s eyes were half closed, her chest rising and falling. I could’ve sworn I heard her whisper back the words black cock. They both turned when they sensed me. Malik pulled his hands away like nothing had happened. “We were just on our way back,” he said casually, grabbing the beers.

“But don’t worry. That’s not why I’m here today. I have wonderful news!” Malachi didn’t like the sound of that. Any news that Andre brought was ominous. There was nothing wonderful about them. “Flora has agreed to be my mate!” Andre said with flourish, his maniacal laughter echoing inside the room like a knell. Malachi felt his heart thrash against his ribcage. “No…”

Flash marriage 41 I slowly tried to digest what had just hapiegef today and the more I kept ghigkung about it, the more it felt like it was never going to be a reality. I had never thoufht that I was going to fall for a women not after the last fell that I had to go thruyfh in that bitch hands . I lost them , I lost evrything I had and evrything that o so much valued and cared about, I lost it all and it was my faint .

She reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his secondary backup flash drive, and tossed it to me. I caught it easily, gripping it tight. All the copies of our photos were officially ours. "You’re a monster," Brad choked out, glaring at her through his tears. Mila just smiled, her dimples popping in the dim amber light of the dive bar, looking absolutely radiant and completely invincible. "No. I’m just a girl who knows how to handle a trash penalty. Enjoy the box, Brad." Ten minutes later, the blue and red lights of the Boston Police Department flashed through the foggy windows of The Rusty Anchor.

Back in my car, I leaned back in the seat, trying to strike up a convo with my wolf. "Derek, is Hailey really our mate?" I asked. Though I hate to admit it, Frank's words did a number on me. As expected, Derek stayed silent. He never dropped so much as a word on me. All I got was his grumpy yet wrenching growls. Then, those cruel memories came flooding back, the pain devouring me, forcing me to stop. Finally, I gave up. I rolled down the car window, letting the cold night breeze snap me back to reality.

My hand flew to my mouth, and my legs went weak beneath me, trembling like jelly. My flashlight beam caught something pale and stiff in the corner, but my brain refused to process it. The smell hit me a second later sweet and wrong, like meat left too long in the sun. “Don’t come in,” Malcolm ordered, his voice flat and cold in a way I’d never heard before. He moved with sudden, lethal precision not the predator from the pit, but something worse. A hunter who’d found what he was hunting, too late. I ignored him, stepping over the threshold. My boot brushed something that crunched. A broken syringe. Glass glinted in the dirt.

Malik plopped down beside me, looking way too energetic for someone who’d just spent hours skating. “You’re in a weirdly good mood,” Malik said, giving me a suspicious squint. “What, somebody sneak you chocolate?” Liam leaned over from the other bench, grinning. “Nope. That’s not chocolate energy. That’s… other energy.” I shot them both a glare. “Don’t start.” Malik smirked. “Oh, we’re starting. You’re glowing, Reyes. Like… post-orgasm glow.” “Jesus Christ,” I muttered, shoving my water bottle at him. “Drink something, maybe you’ll hallucinate less.”