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he asked. “They’re quite popular. They even have international followings. They have talents and good looks,” she said. “Is there anyone that you like the most. What do they call that? Stan or bias?” he asked. Crinkles couldn’t hold her laughter. “You’re the same old Billie trying to be the most caring person around. It’s okay if you don’t know any of these,” she said. “I think our tickets have this special privilege that allows us to meet and greet them. Why don’t we do that?” he asked.

I asked, letting my irritation show. He merely met my gaze with a smirk and stepped closer. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced," he said, his voice low, husky, and surprisingly gentle. He stretched out his hand, offering a handshake. Really? After the stunt he pulled this morning, he expected a polite introduction? He was really a jerk. Absolutely not. My brain did the logic. "I'm Aiden... Aiden Moon," he said with an easy confidence, the kind that showed his name actually carried weight. "Son of Alpha Toran," he added. You could literally hear the pride in his voice when he mentioned his father.