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My son needed help, but I didn’t even know where to begin. Before I could say more, Harry spun on his heel and started toward his room, his small shoulders stiff with anger. “Harry,” I called after him. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even glance back. The sound of his door closing echoed like a warning. This was serious. First Bae’s memory loss, now Harry seeing someone who didn’t exist. My mind raced. Maybe the Pack witch could help. The first time he mentioned Olena was during the ritual, right in the middle of it he’d whispered about a crush on her. Whatever this was, it started that night.

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now. Or maybe I am hallucinating. **** Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil. In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that. I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry. Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off t

I said, which made Cyrus’ eyes grow wide. “You’ve actually seen Harry fucking Potter?!” “I’ve read it. I have kids and grandkids. I need to know the things they know. Besides, even though the author was a dumbass, it’s a pretty cool story.” Cyrus nodded, “it is, right?” He winked at me. “But don’t fucking worry. I’ll die first, so I’ll let you know what it’s like.” “Don’t make jokes about that!” April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was.

–and he had never felt so cold, so alone when she turned away without so much as another glance and left him choking and breathless… quite literally. “It... happened.” His friends immediately stopped their inane bickering, simultaneously turning to look at him. They knew immediately what he spoke of. Harry looked torn, a strange mix of proud and incredulous while Sean just looked plain horrified. How long had everyone in their pack been waiting for this moment? “Wait. Wait a minute. You mean miss gloom and doom back there?” Harry suddenly asked, laughing as he stood up, spreading his arms widely with a shit-eating grin, “Congrats, man! It's a match made in heaven!”

“The first house is the house of the legendary wolf. The man you met is the legendary wolf.” I want the ground to open and swallow me whole. Didn’t I exchange sharp sentences with the legendary wolf earlier? I did, right? Oh, holy heavens, I’m sure as hell I went one step closer to death. Her small graceful laugh cut me out from over-dramatizing things. “Take a step backward, Harriet.” I’m still in shock from what I learned and followed Tiffany’s instruction out of veneration. “Now you’re one step away from death,” Tiffany beamed happily that I thought the sun shone at me for a second.

“There, just sent you one. This one is an angsty Harry/Zayn fic. Also has some mpreg, if that’s your cup of tea.” I began to read this fanfiction, mostly to appease Niamh, and when I realized what, precisely, the term mpreg meant, I set my phone back down. I considered myself fortunate that I’d skipped the part where Zayn gives birth to his and Harry’s baby. “You asshole,” I called her in French. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Ooh, I should send you the diagram of how mpreg happens. It’s a whole thing—”

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

Chapter 3: The Laundry Room. Harper's Pov: I couldn’t sleep. After the dream, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling for almost two hours. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Colton’s hands on me. I felt his breath against my neck. I heard that low, rough voice saying *“Let me take care of you.”* It was just a dream. I knew that. But the guilt and the heat it left behind refused to go away.

The air grew thick and heavy, humming with insects and the distant call of birds that sounded almost like laughter. Elif had never liked swamps. There was something wrong about them, something that did not trust the solid ground beneath her feet. Every step felt like a gamble, the earth shifting and sighing beneath her weight. Niklas walked ahead of her, testing the ground with a long stick before committing his weight. Kara brought up the rear, her eyes never stopping their scanning. "She is close," Kara said. "I can feel her. The dark magic is like a stain on the world."

Carwyn also sat down next to Harry, took Harry's other hand and asked softly, "Harry, do you know who I am?" Harry grinned and said, "Of course I do! I'm Uncle Levi! You're the Levi who loves Harry the most, the best Levi in ​​the world!" Carwyn also smiled brightly, and continued softly: "So now that Mom and Uncle Levi are married, do you know what you can call me?" Harry thought for a moment, then shyly asked, "Is it… Dad?" After asking, his face turned a little red. Carwyn smiled at him, and Grainne said, "Okay, can you stop teasing me? Harry, I'm telling you, the thing is... the thing is..." Grainne was going to say it, but now that the words came to her mouth, she did not know how to sa