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"The mark… it can be removed. And though it will be excruciatingly painful, I can go through that ordeal with you." I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "What?" Misinterpreting my shocked expression, Caleb no doubt jumped to his own conclusion. He thrust the bunch of grass towards me. "It's alright. I don't care that you've been marked. Elena, come back to me. I picked these myself; they're a symbol of my purest intentions. All those opulent things are mere pretenses. Only nature is truly sincere." I looked at the dirt-flecked bunch of grass and let out a disbelieving laugh.

My cheeks burned from the pain of the slap he dealt me. "Really? If you regret marrying me, let's just get a divorce!" I wiped away my tears as I finally said the words I had been holding back all this time. I had planned to wait until Frank's orders became official before leaving Victor, but I could not wait any longer. The hate and grievance I had endured in my past life came flooding back, and I felt as if I was wrapped in a cocoon of those negative feelings. I could not breathe nor escape from being trapped inside.

Then, behind us, Elias and his pack members were at the next table. I am surprised he hasn’t made any move since he arrived, nor has Isolde tried to cause a scene. They must really be under. The host climbs onto the stage and introduces himself and the theme of the auction. He presents the first painting, which is a life landscape painting. “This painting is a relic from Azure Pack. It’s called the Vanity Realm. It’s not just an ordinary painting, but one anyone can escape into. The starting price is one million,” the host announces.

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Then he turned to leave, saying in a voice that made her bones tremble with horror "Do not forget who the tyrant Xavier is. The person who did all this to his mate, only because he rejected her, what do you think he will do with those who hurt him?" Well, she was plotting to make him go crazy, weaken him so that Marco could defeat him But damn this monster, he never changes, through his words now, she's sure that Astraea will back to him , and it will only increase his hatred for her and all his enemies On the other hand, at Cesar's He was lying on his bed very tired, and his temperature had risen to a point that he had never reached before His throat felt so dry, that he could not see anyth

My heart skipped as I evaluated him, perplexed and jumpy. He was wearing a shirtless sleeve, revealing his rigid muscles. The sleeve was glued to his skin, revealing his sturdy abs. His long hair tied behind. He was in shorts, a pen stuck to his left ear and a part of his face was covered with paint. My cheeks flushed red, as he looked so enchanting that I couldn't help but stare. He was alluring and sexy as he always was. He has a tattoo on his left arm and I only got to realize that my name was on it. Missdra.

A chill went down my spine. "I don't have any use for a barren woman as my wife and Luna of my pack so I Lucas Beaulovard, Alpha of the Moonstone pack, Reject you Katrina Jade as my Luna. Accept my rejection." He stated without any emotions in his voice. My mouth slackened with shock, my eyes wide with disbelief. Did Lucas just reject me? In front of everyone? I was about to shout back a retort when the pain of the rejection hit me like a thousand bricks.

Preston interjects, furious. "That's rich coming from you, Preston." I narrowed my eyes on him. "And anyways, I'm the one calling the shots, here" I continued, flashing him a glimpse of the photos I captured of him and Miss Brooks. "Why can't you just forget about this, like it never happened? Why can't you just forgive and forget?" Preston asks, frustrated. "I wouldn't be the Revenge Artist if I did" I smirk, using Natalie's ingenious line.

Now, however, he actually smiled at me. "Oh, you. Why didn't you show us the evidence to prove your innocence if you had it?" he asked. "Now that we've gotten to the bottom of this, how about you delete your post on the forum?" I spread my hands. "I'll delete it once the college announces I'm innocent." "Of course, of course." He straightened up and snapped at Summer and Jean, "You two are expelled for using contraband electrical appliances. Come with me to get the procedures done."

My future lay ahead, and there was no need to fret over him. Ean left a bouquet of flowers on my grave. "I'm so sorry, Madeline. I failed you and our baby. My stupid mistake led to your death. I'll never make it right, not in this life or the next." I rolled my eyes. What a jerk he was! There was no need for me to curse him, though. The internet would handle that. At this moment, he took out his phone, pulling out our wedding photo. I was surprised he still had it.