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Reaching out a hand she patted Rachel's head earning herself an indignant hmph. "I'm not a child." Rachel huffed pouting. "Of course you aren't." Elaina giggled ruffling Rachel's hair. "Come we need to prepare for Rathial's arrival, I can feel him approaching." Giving Elaina a questioning look Rachel turned and motioned for her men to follow her. It seemed that even though Rachel was part of the Eastern brethren, it did not mean that she was capable of fighting. Making a mental note to ask Chase the reason later Elaina hurried towards camp as she continued to feel her target approaching.

Aurora’s Pov Rachel leaned back, her arms folded across her chest. “Speaking of dinner with Alpha Darius,” her face hardened. “Does Kieran know about the painting already?” I gave a small, humorless laugh. “He hasn’t said anything about it yet and I'm sure he knows about it already.” “He’s probably still investigating who sent it before he makes a move.” I added. I'd informed Rachel about the artwork Alpha Darius had sent to me, the unexpected visit which led to the dinner date proposal. She wasn't a bit shock and all muttered, ‘that arrogant lycan’.

If eyes could kill, Nora would be lying in her pool of blood while Damien would be weeping. “I’ve set my eyes on this one and nobody can take him away from me. I’m Rachel and whatever I want is whatever I get.” She whispered with determination before she walked away, her face sullen with anger.

Anonymous. But the P*F was real. We printed it. Six pages. Typed. Dated 2007. The first line said: To whomever finds this — I don’t know if I’ll ever be the woman brave enough to send it. Rachel’s Letter (2007) I’m writing this before the worst begins. Before the part of the story people will call brave, or tragic, or complicated. Because I want to say this clearly — I was someone before all of it.

A girl with turquoise eyes and a petite waist, dawning the same uniform as me but at least hers wasn’t a breath away from tearing in two. “Shouldn’t you be sucking cock?” Marley snapped. “Original,” the girl scowled. “Wipe some tables or something,” Marley waved her off. “That’s Wren but you don’t need to worry about her. Last bit of advice, watch out for Rachel. That one bites.” “Rachel?” I frowned. “Oh yeah, she may seem sweet but she’s got cards you wouldn’t expect her to play. Come on,” she said. Before Rachel walked in on my loyalty ceremony with Alpha Ezra I had no idea she worked at the Alpha’s house. Alpha Ezra wasn’t here.

Rachel was smiling means they had a pleasant meeting. The harsh slap of reality stung me. How could I believe that Damien would break his ties with his good friend Rachel Parker when though her true colours can be seen. “Maddie, I am warning you. This wench is again planning something. You have to be careful.” Ellie said shaking her head. I couldn’t tear my eyes off from them.

“What no! Why would I?...it a dare “Rachel quickly said. “A dare?” “Yes, a dare...I was dared to post in a truth or dare game ..Rachel doesn't bed wets okay?!”Alicia told them. Gina and Joyce gave her a look and she glared at them making them keep shut. The students made an ‘oh’ sound and started preparing to go for their first class. Alicia quickly posted on the school group chat “Haha! you guys fell for it! Rachel doesn't bed wets, it just a prank “

She showed real interest. "You paint?" Rachel nodded. "Not professionally." "That wasn't my question." The response made Rachel nervous. "I used to do it a lot when I was younger." "What kind of painting?" Rachel found herself explaining. “Landscapes, buildings, occasionally people and mostly whatever caught my attention.” To her surprise, Elena listened carefully. She held Rachel's hand and took her away from the boys. Soon they were discussing colours, sketchbooks, galleries, and childhood dreams. Rachel talked more than she intended. Elena encouraged it without effort because she was listening to every details.

she spoke as she made her way around the bed but when she stopped by the foot of the bed, Belle caught something gleaming that had her eyes narrow. She quickly made her way toward the bed, followed by Damian who had thought it was a false alarm. But when the curtain of the bed was pulled, they were horrified by what they seen. Rachel’s brown hair strew over the pillows. White feathers that had filled the pillow now scattered around her, some was turning red as it sat over Rachel’s stomach. A green large dagger pierced through the middle of her chest. The rolling red color turned all the sheets, pillow, and Rachel’s sleeping dress into red. She appeared almost like a bride, except what was on

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I