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She responded, avoiding his gaze. “Rebecca you and I know that's not the truth. Now that I know about things like this, I believe anything is possible Rebecca so please, tell me the truth. Who are you?” Vincent asked. Rebecca fiddled with her fingers, unsure whether to tell him the truth or lie. She had a sudden regret about going to home. She should have stayed with Tyler, but she knew her secret would be revealed one day. Could she rely on Vincent to keep her secret safe? "I... I'm not sure what you're asking. I'm Rebecca Antlas, daughter of Mathew Antlas. I'm a half-bred wolf. That's just who I am." Rebecca stood up from her bed. "I don't know what you were thinking by coming here, but yo

Fruit peels, snack wrappers, and empty bottles started flying toward me, staining my hair and clothes. "You wretched bitch—anything to say for yourself?" I hadn't expected Isla to have set up so much behind my back—she'd even used my phone to message Felix secretly. Felix's smile turned venomous. "Faye, what goes around comes around. She's dead now—you either pay with your life or your money."

Why make me this way? And unanswered, Did she choose me… because of me? I sank into the shadows, breathing cold and deep. Footsteps pounded across rubble, close. I aimed my weapon, muscles locked, every breath counted. A figure emerged. Not a drone. A woman. Pipelines of hair, ragged coat, face lit by a small holographic display. “Julian.” It was Rebecca, but different. The woman who sent the drone earlier, now dirty, ragged, desperate. I aimed. “Stay away.”

Some even secretly took pictures of them. Whether it was Caleb, who was walking beside Rebecca, or Daniel, who exuded a strong presence in the back, they were eye-catching. They took pictures of Caleb because he was famous in the esports industry. Some people were too shy to ask for a picture, so they secretly took pictures of him. As for Daniel, they were attracted by his handsome appearance. Rebecca and the rest all looked like celebrities. This earned them many glances.

Allen said. "She sounds special," Sebestian said, smiling at the glow on his mates face as he spoke of her, it was clear how much he loved her just from the gushing tone of his voice. "I'd love to meet her, she sounds sweet," he said, grinning when Allen clicked his fingers and produced a photo of the woman. He stared down at a carbon copy of rose, the exact same features, except for the glowing green eyes. He smiled at the wide flared jeans and trailing kaftan she wore, one arm draped over Davids' shoulder, the other one making a peace sign.

I don’t stop to question who took my underwear off and put this on instead, and I don’t think I want to know when only two men were here last night. ‘’Hi there. Sorry. Didn’t mean to give you a fright. I’m Rebecca, Mico said I was to take care of you until he gets back.’’ She fidgets awkwardly, and I scan her up and down with open speculation. She’s dressed in jeans, a jumper and trainers, her blond hair up in a ponytail and I just regard her for a long moment. A youthful looking fresh-faced teen with freckles, dimples and sweet brown eyes. Poster child for wholesome American youth.

He didn't even offer to carry the nails. I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up and saw Reva. She is a mid-rank wolf, and she’s the only friend I have. She was staring at me from across the circle. She looked like she wanted to punch someone. She barked a short, sharp breath... the wolf way of saying, I see you. This is bull. I just shook my head a little bit. Don't, I thought. It's not worth it. "Maren!" my father barked.

“Lots of people came here last night. They were so scary. They beat up the lady here. I saw it hiding behind my front door.” As he spoke, the boy walked over. He looked at the shard in Connor’s hand. “They broke the lady’s figurine. I picked this piece up at my door.” “Tell me, kid. What did those people look like?” As the boy described them, Connor went through the pictures in his phone and picked one out. The boy pointed at Wendy’s smiling face and said, “It was her.” Connor could not believe his ears. When Wendy had joined the Lidell family, she was small and weak, like a ceramic doll. That was why he believed everything she said. He believed her claims that Willow threw a tantrum every d

Amber had helped her to escape her abusive mate and now Rebecca helped others who are in the same condition as her. Rebecca was a broken doll who can't be fixed so she attempts to fix others to make herself feel better. Rebecca the fragile little wolf. . . "She can stay if she wants it's the least I can do after breaking her bones. I was just messing around with her. I hope she didn't take it on her little heart. Plus tell her that she won't be able to locate this place if she decided to leave, it's a one-time invitation." She said while blowing a kiss to Rebecca.

"I never abandoned you, Iris. I was pushed out. I've been trying to come back ever since." The video ends. I stare at the dark screen for a moment. Then I look out the car window at the street, which is doing ordinary things, people walking, traffic moving, everything completely indifferent to the fact that my entire childhood just rearranged itself. "Take us home," I say. I open her F******k page within twenty minutes of getting through the door. Rebecca Chen, Portland, Oregon. Accountant. The profile is public, which tells me she left it that way on purpose.