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They should concentrate more on other stuff than hovering over such silly facts. "Miss. Listen. You..." "You listen to me, little piece of shit. I am the wife of Ranvijay Singh Sekhawat. Trust me I think that's enough to remind you what I can do. You got your money right? Now if you want to live you would tell the lady outside that the test is being done and a report will be sent tomorrow. I will handle the rest."

she said, trying to cool her cheeks and manage some sort of composure. Then she moved away and stood closer to the courtesy phone. She leaned against the pillar and tried to look for her date. But the guy with the trash can wasn’t leaving. He set the bin down near a chair, came around, and leaned against the pillar beside her. “Was your gum grape or raisin flavored?” “Those are the same,” Helen said, still scanning the room and not looking at the man next to her. “It just depends on whether or not the French side of the package is showing.”

How would anyone know about such a thing? “My pack’s Beta, John Kinsley. He would not lie nor joke about such a thing. He has a human, pure human, mate. Miss Adio’s aunt, in fact, is his mate. Given this information, he is waiting for the new moon to mark her,” Darren explained. “Oh …” Katrina frowned. I’ve heard of Isis’s Zia Sarael. She’s been in communication with her and Beta John while here. Persephone has had to do some tech stuff to ensure Madonie or hunters couldn’t track the signal.

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"At 4:00 am, Ms. Lawson personally called to cancel every part of the wedding. The hotel banquet, the decorations, the photography and videography, the band, the floral arrangements—everything was canceled. "She also said that if Mr. Sinclair didn't agree, we could send the cancellation fee directly to her." Hunter stared at the screen. Under the confirmation field, my name, "Natalie Lawson", was written clearly. The time read 4:17 am. It was as if he had finally processed what he was seeing. He immediately took out his phone and called me. The mechanical voice repeated itself over and over. "The number you have dialed is unavailable." Hunter's expression turned grim. "Where did she go?"

I put it in the urgent pile. --- I flipped over the next document. Then froze. Official Notification of Luna Designation. Ironmoor Pack. Alpha Caden Walsh hereby notifies, I stopped reading. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Fourteen days ago, Caden Walsh had stood in front of his entire pack and rejected me. His mate. The woman fate had supposedly chosen for him. Fourteen days. And he’d already chosen another Luna. Made it official. Sent letters to every ruling body on the continent.

As I approach, Quentin and Jade exit the helicopter. “Z!” Jade shouts as I approach him. We hug and then separate, and then I turn to Quentin, but he isn’t smiling; instead, he’s glaring at me. “Dawg the fuck we doing in Scotland? Where am I supposed to get pussy?” He grumbles, which makes me laugh. He is acting as if he will die without sex. “You can live without vagina for a week, Q,” Jade replies. “No, I can’t because I’m not a monk. like you.” I laugh as I dab Quentin; he’s always so dramatic.

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She looks like him when he's transformed into that child eating monster with all the teeth. "Look who it is, Camila the unfortunate, back from your little fest?" Quinn asks waving her arms. "Look who it is, Jingles the dancing jester" I reply walking away from her and to the living room. "You don't even deserve to be married to Elijah, you're just a little slut, he deserves better" Quinn says tailing me. "And who do you suppose he deserves, you?" I ask not that much interested in finding out. "At least I am someone with morals" she says proudly, obviously talking about herself.