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Both Cyrus and Lisa snapped their heads back to see Rebecca rushing forward to them speedily. Her eyes burnt like fire when she saw Lisa wearing a beautiful gown and stood just behind Cyrus. Rebecca pursued her lips in agony, stared up at Cyrus who had an unbothered,lazy expression hanging down on his face. Rebecca suggested shooting Lisa a cold glare, " Can I go with you, Cyrus? Please? You haven't taken me anywhere to visit so far. People from Thornlake should recognize their future queen not a filthy slave."

I found a folder buried under three layers of encryption: THE THORNE INITIATIVE. I skimmed the documents. Photos of Abram’s private meetings. Logs of his weapon shipments. Dates and times. This wasn't Abram’s work. This was Elder Thorne. The old man hadn't been a loyal advisor; he’d been a vulture, circling Abram for years, waiting for the Alpha King to bleed. Thorne wanted a coup. He wanted the throne, but he didn't have the codes. He didn't have the Ledger. I looked at the heavy French doors leading to the balcony. Beyond the glass, the Lycan city glittered like a pile of broken glass. Thorne was out there, probably nursing a drink and dreaming of the crown.

When rational herbalist Noah inherits his grandfather’s shop on the edge of the dark Blackwood forest, he expects a quiet life of cataloging rare flora,not monsters. But a routine foraging trip brings him face-to-face with Francis, the brooding Alpha of a declining werewolf pack. Intoxicated by Noah’s scent, Francis’s inner wolf immediately recognizes the stubborn human as his fated mate. Francis has sworn off mates to protect his territory, and Noah doesn't believe in fairy tales. But when a ruthless rogue attack destroys Noah's shop, he is forced into the protection of Francis’s secluded estate. Trapped in close quarters, their prickly friction quickly shifts into an undeniable, slow-bur

Rebecca sighed and stomped back upstairs making sure to slam the door as hard as she could so that everyone with in hearing range knew she was angry. She threw herself on the bed and screamed into her pillow. She was tired of being cooped up in the house. She couldn’t even go outside and enjoy the fresh air. She could only walk around the house so many times. She had watched more movies than she could count. Tobin had even brought more and some books. Picking up the one she had on the nightstand that she was currently reading, she opened it and tried to focus on reading it. A half hour later she hadn't even turned the page once and she was somehow angrier than she was when she came back upst

Elara Thornfield was a woman of many secrets, a puzzle the world could never fully solve. To outsiders, she appeared cold and distant, entirely consumed by her work. But beneath her stoic exterior lay layers of complexity, haunted by vivid, exhausting dreams that left her drained each morning. As she stood on the precipice of a life-changing moment, her choices narrowed to two: 'DO OR DIE'.

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

"Rather than obsessing over someone else's private life, maybe you should take a hard look at yourself and see what kind of person you are. "Even though you're a woman, you're the meanest of them all. "If that's how you are, it looks like the Porter family isn't much better. "Forget about any future deals between the Porter family and the Canfields." Cecilia was so shocked by those words, she did not even put up a fight. Dumb struck, she was willingly led away. Holly's laughter bubbled up, pure and free. She could feel it — the dark clouds that had once hung over her life were finally gone for good.

Amber thought she had the perfect life with Justine Thorne until a tragic car accident stole her baby and her future. Now, she has discovered the chilling truth, her husband and his brother’s wife didn’t just have an affair they watched her bleed and drove away to protect their secret. With the powerful Thorne family matriarch, Evelyn, pulling the strings to bury the evidence, Amber must transform from a grieving wife into a cold-blooded queen of industry. She will take their money, their reputation, and their freedom. But as the bodies start to drop and the secrets of that fatal night go deeper than she imagined, Amber must ask herself, how much of her soul is she willing to burn to

The castle was breathing again. In the solar adjacent to the Great Hall, a fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting a warm, amber glow across a massive oak table that was buried beneath centuries of parchment. Rebecca sat with her midnight-black hair tied back loosely, a single ink-stained finger tracing the dense, faded script of a massive leather-bound volume. She had exchanged her structured legal attire for a soft, dark wool tunic, though her heavy leather combat boots remained firmly on her feet—a stubborn habit of a woman who was always prepared for the terrain to shift.

Chapter 28: The Return of Johnson Rebecca sat alone in her living room the next morning. She still felt tired from the argument with Liam the day before. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and her mind kept going over their words. She had not slept much. A knock on the door pulled her out of her thoughts. She wondered who it could be. When she opened the door, her heart sank. Johnson stood there, looking angry and tired at the same time. He pushed past her without waiting for an invitation and walked into the house. Rebecca closed the door slowly. She felt a mix of surprise and old fear rise up inside her. "What are you doing here, Johnson?" she asked in a calm voice.