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Rebecca “You dress down nice.” Jason smiled as Rebecca stepped up, pulling herself into his oversized black pickup truck. She had on a cream-colored sweater, skinny jeans and designer boots. She’d thrown her hair into a ponytail and put on a little bit of makeup, but not much. She realized that she looked ten years younger this way, which wasn’t necessarily a good thing, but she had a really hard time not tempting fate. “Thanks. You dress down nice yourself.” She buckled up and sighed with contentment.

"A lemon flavoured lip paint?" Benita raised a brow, licking her lips as they disengage from each other. "Yep." Rebecca smirked, "Isn't it your favourite?" Benita chuckled and stepped away, gazing into the deserted field. "Our Problem," She groaned, her tone darkening, "The worthless girl from Falme that claims to be the Moon Goddess Reborn." She tore her gaze from the field and peered at Rebecca. "We need to do something about it."

When I finally caught my balance and looked up, the reflection staring back at me completely shattered my reality. The girl in the mirror was eighteen years old. Her violet-grey eyes were bright, wide, and perfectly healthy, completely free of the sunken, yellow tint of the aconite poison Cassian's guards had fed me. Her skin was flawless, radiating the youthful strength of a high-ranking wolf. I reached a shaking hand to the side of my neck, pulling back the thick silver waves of my hair. The skin was pristine. There was no charred, blackened rejection scar marring my flesh. There was only a faint, silver-tinged crescent birthmark tucked safely behind my left ear, completely hidden from the

Ready to do anything for Vera to agree to this. "No one is to know that I am the Rebel Rosie. Only you know." Rosie nodded ,she understood her reasons, no one would have thought even in their imaginations that Rebel will be a girl. Women are considered weak and dependent. Untill someone like Vera comes breaking this stereotype and challenging the inflated egos of these high headed men. Plus Alpha Logan is a member of the council and Rebel ,a most wanted criminal. No way in hell will she let them find out that this girl in front of her.

I made sure to double lock the door and check again that I did. When I reached the living room, I saw Rebecca scrolling through the screen of her phone, looking rather pale. “What, Rebecca? Why do you look like you have seen a ghost?” She looked up at me and I saw the pity in her eyes. “Rebecca, what's going on?” Slowly, she turned her phone screen to me. “Have you seen this? It's circulating all over the internet.” I could barely make out the picture she was showing me, or rather I refused to believe what that picture was so I grabbed the phone.

" Rebecca gasped, her eyes widened as she eyed Nikki from head to toe. author Facebook page: Author faith Odulesi Instagram:@faithodulesi

Natasha’s POV When Rebecca hit me up on W******p, I was in the office, my fingers dancing furiously on the keyboard alongside the other professional hackers who were my colleagues. We were all focused, hunting down a cybercriminal who was seconds away from scamming an elderly American woman out of her entire life savings—a whopping $100,000. “Gotcha!” I muttered under my breath as I finally cracked through his encrypted network, unveiling his real identity on my laptop screen. Without wasting another second, I forwarded the information directly to the FBI, ensuring that those bastards would be caught before they could inflict any more damage.

Chapter 1 (Becky's POV) "ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?" I was looking at Gareth with wide eyes full of shock. He was about to fire my ass and ruin my reputation in the world of fashion. And why? Because he was a cheating lying asshole! Let's take a break so I can tell you a bit more about the details shall we? Let me first introduce myself. My name is Rebecka Collins but everyone calls me Becky and not many even know my full name honestly, that's how rare I use it.

Maggie had planned to come with me, but a last-minute meeting came up. I told her to go ahead and handle it, figuring I would finish my coffee and meet her at the office afterward. The café was quiet. I sat by the window, sunlight spilling warm across the table through the glass. A server came over with my order and set it down with a smile. "Your latte. Enjoy." I looked up to thank him, and the blood in my veins turned to ice. It was Corbin Pryce. He was wearing a wig, and he had makeup on to further disguise himself, but those eyes were unmistakable.

How could I ever possibly forget that in my past life, Alpha Atlas was openly obsessed with me and wanted me for himself? If only I could not defend myself, he would have succeeded in taking me away to his damn pack! … Author Tina Nwuba: “If you made it to this chapter of my story, that means you love my book (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠). So readers, don't forget to shower me with your support. Vote with plenty of gems and leave lots of comments! Thanks <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>”.