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Ignoring the filth, he reached into the pile of ash, still warm with residual magic, and dug frantically. His claws were stained black with charcoal, his nail beds filled with soot. Finally, he dug out a corner of a fragment that hadn't completely burned. It was the corner of a yellowed parchment. It showed only half of his young profile—back when he had just presented as an Alpha. His eyes were clear, looking at someone outside the frame. There was also half a page of a charred vow. The handwriting was blurred by fire, but the last sentence was faintly legible:

She replied anxiously, still standing at the same spot, far away from me. "I'm just here for a girl talk." I chuckled. I stood up and headed to her mini bar and took out a wine and observed it for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled. "I must say your taste has really improved. One of the benefits of rubbing on what doesn't belong to you. But be warned, everything that has an advantage comes with disadvantages." I chuckled again. I took out a glass and opened to wine. I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to her.

Bella took advantage of that calmness and that precious time, which she had never had before, to read Paolo's book, she opened the first one, searching it, and smelled its unique smell, the one all old books have, she always loved the smell of old books, but this smell was mixed with the scent of Paolo's perfume that stuck in her nose from the moment of their first meeting. Bella continued day and night devoting herself to reading the book. Reading is an escape from the harshness of life, but the responsibilities that were placed upon her early and many other circumstances that Bella does not remember well, Bella has always been a good girl putting her past where it belongs and moving on.

"Don't say it. Her rhythm is stronger than it was yesterday." "Does anyone have a pen," I choke with a light smile.

"What did I wrong?" "You can't make her the perfect Luna, she was already born as a Luna." "Shut the fuck up! I won't fucking change my mind about this." Blaze snapped and cut off the link. He huffed and look outside of his window, already missing his mate, her touch and scent. "Shit, I miss her." He whispered. —————————————————— "It hurts!" A teenage boy yelled in pain. "Marcus it's been 4 times you come here, how can you be so clumsy?" Mia said touching the spot.

Maybe, it just my eyesight that i keep on seeing things that are un-believable. //Any comments and suggestion is appreciated. Thank you and bless you! 💕

Blaze muttered softly, looking so dejected and broken. Breiy stared at his brother's pained look, Blaze never shows sympathy or worse, empathy to anyone. Nobody has made Blaze cry since he can remember, but now, Blaze is clearly hurting inside and he wanted to weep with him. His cold brother is hurting inside and he is enduring it alone. ****😞😞****

He looks at the cuttings. You are hurting, he tells them, not through the crown, through whatever old wire in him still knows iron. The cuttings shiver. One drops a leaf. The leaf hits the iron wire and turns black. The man frowns. “That’s a calibration issue.” “No,” Eli says. “That’s consent.” Lyana unrolls the bark ledger on the concrete floor. The glowing yeses light up the warehouse. She reads them, loud, one by one, while the lab man stares.

I beamed. ******

, I told him and smacked him in the back of the head. “Alright, so once she gets her license I’m pulling the ATV out”, he says as he rubs where I smacked him. Loyalty stands in the middle of the track, clapping her hands like a toddler. “Take it slow baby girl, and remember you’re balancing both yours and Gabe’s weight so ease into the turns”, I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me.