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she shrugged. “Okay, so then we need something new and borrowed.” Aggie said. “Here,” Remi held out a bracelet with purple, red and pink gemstones. “This is my favorite bracelet, so you can borrow it.” She said and snapped it around Ryle’s wrist. “Remi, are you sure?” Ryle asked. “It’s beautiful.” She said lightly running her fingers over the stones. “Of course, besides, I’ll get it back tomorrow.” Remi chuckled, “and I know where you live.”

“El, Claire's missing, too. I'm so sorry, but I haven't looked for her yet. Nobody seems to remember her, either, though. And her parents have no record of her adoption.” I smiled at Liam's concern, but then it disappeared when I realized she was still upstairs. How could I forget about Claire? “Come with me,” I said while I jumped up from the family room couch. Liam's guide, whose name is Mark Aggarwal, had a terrorized look on his face as he realized he was about to be left with a pack of Shape Shifters. Well, and Spencer, but I don't think that causes much comfort, either. His all black appearance doesn't make him look all too inviting.

she said, just like how she remembered herself as Erina Riverdale. Upon hearing about her parents, Mrs. Remington realized that she was probably just trying to convince herself that her daughter was still alive when they clearly knew that she was dead. To see someone who looked a lot like their daughter has created a nostalgic feeling in her that she feels like she’s really her daughter. "Lydia," Celestia suddenly appeared and greeted Mrs. Remington, the reason why her attention has been divided. Arden looked at her mother, who was talking to the Remingtons, as he could see how they were eyeing Erina, whom he was already dragging so they could socialize.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

In my past life, Mom and Dad force me to jump into a freezing lake to fish out the necklace Ramona Stone, their adopted daughter, dropped. I end up running a 104-degree Fahrenheit fever, lying in bed barely conscious, while my whole family flies off to Solara for a vacation just to cheer Ramona up. I call Mom, trembling and barely holding on, only to be met with impatience. "Ramona is finally in a better mood, Harper. Do you really have to be so inconsiderate? You should just take some medicine yourself." I have no choice but to drag my weak body downstairs to look for medicine. I accidentally fall down the stairs and lose my life. I open my eyes and find myself back on the first day of

. I smile despite my embarrassment. “Tonight, myself and the other Alphas of the 8 moons will officially be indoctrinating Alpha Annalise Isabella Remington as the official Alpha Major of the 8 Moons. She has been training her whole life for this moment and I have never been more proud.” He concludes as everyone applauds the sentimental speech. The rest of the dinner went by well. We did our indoctrination blood ceremony where each of the alphas from the 8 Moons stood with me to take an oath and pledge to me. We cut our palms and mixed our blood, snapping the pack links into place one by one. My father was the last and his was especially emotional. He was giving up his total as alpha Major a

The lights of the penthouse flickered as Olivia stepped through the revolving doors, her heels clicking softly against polished marble. Rain streaked down the windows behind her, catching in the city skyline like liquid silver. She paused for a moment, feeling the black ring on her finger pulse, tight and insistent. It reminded her that she wasn’t just here as Olivia Monroe Castillo. She was the Reborn, someone whose past and present had been stitched together by blood, power, and Jessica’s lingering influence.

“You dragged a stranger into your life, put a ring on her finger, and you’re worried about complicated?” A corner of his mouth lifted. “I don’t enjoy chaos, Miss Foster.” “Lola.” His eyes lifted again. Held hers. “Lola,” he corrected. The way he said it felt like a test. She exhaled. “What happens after three weeks?” He leaned back. Distance restored. “The engagement ends. You return to anonymity. You receive compensation generous enough to forget this ever happened.” “And if I don’t forget?” His gaze sharpened. “You will.”

Once. “Why were you at the lake?” the detective asked her. He spoke softly, afraid that if he raised his voice he would spook this young woman, this poor shuddering girl who had seen such a terrible sight. Her eyes had faded, the irises dimmed from whatever color they had been, to a pale gray. Her pupils seemed to be shaped like stars. Those eyes kept roving to a small cactus sprung up next to the water. Strange that a desert cactus should suddenly grow there, but while the detective was merely curious, this girl looked absolutely haunted by it.

Jeremy ordered immediately as his butt touched his chair. Adrian loved forward and projected the pictures of the three females. "This is Lily the daughter of the seamstress and Mira, the Hunter's daughter and Jasmine, the photographer's daughter. These three are the same age and they are twelve years old, '' he said. Everyone was silent for a while before Jeremy spoke. "If they are that young, they've not shifted to their wolf form?" He asked and they nodded. " Jeremy thought for a while what they did be using a werewolf that has shifted to do. He didn't want to think that it would be a psychopath that would want to molest a pup.