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“In response, Cabrera narrated the events surrounding her awakening. “So you were the one that killed the reapers”? Andrea asked in shock. “Of course”! Cabrera replied. “We did tell you they all died so who were you thinking killed them”? She asked. “Okay….” Andrea responded with a thoughtful expression. “So you have enhanced senses right now”? She asked. “Yes I do”. Cabrera replied with a proud expression. “And how far does your perception go”? Andrea asked. “About five hundred meters”. Cabrera replied.

he said, his voice low and serious. I smirked, knowing these people were all full of low tactics. What a way to be become powerful. “ Cowards!" I spat out at the thought of such deceit and manipulation. "How many packs do they have under their control now?" I asked, my voice tight with tension. Alpha Thompson hesitated before answering. "Over six packs, Gregory. And they're growing more powerful by the day." I gritted my teeth, my mind racing with the implications. This was a threat that needed to be taken seriously.

I ask, cleaning my eyes. Mona unzips her handbag, pulls out a tissue, and hands it over to me. "Well, for starters. Your being mated to them is a sort of special case. They're not triplets you know. They didn't share the same umbilical cord. So they're different in everything. You understand don't you?" I nod, "I do."

Positions after positions. Till they both became exhausted.

She whirled, lacking patience. "80...81...82...83...84...85...86...87...88...89...90." She counted. "Oh goodness, I forgot something important." She suddenly remembered and ran to the wine cellar behind the door and brought out two expensive liquor bottles. "95...96...97...98...99...100." Her mind finished counting and an elegant man, clad in a billion dollar blue suite and leather shoes, walked in. With her eyes red with desire, she raised her head and their eyes met. She sat on the leather coach, not saying anything, squeezing her legs together.

“You don’t get to choose, Eila. You’re nothing. You’ll do as you’re told!” “Please, Ria… let me go. You’re hurting me. Why are you doing this to me?” Every pack has its traditions. In ours, we chose someone to witness our first shift. But I had no one. No one left to stand with me. And Ria—of course—would never agree. She hated this day. She hated the idea of mates. She had been rejected by hers, and ever since, she’d been hollow. Empty. Bitter. Maybe that’s why she despised me. Because I still had a chance at love, while hers had been stolen.

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

However, curiosity about that meeting arose within me. "Yes, it's been a few years since we last met. Maybe it's the right time to mend our broken relationship. I'm curious too," I replied. Mark smiled and nodded. "I'll support you, no matter what happens. And don't worry; we'll make Isabella's wedding day memorable." The day felt brighter. With renewed spirit and hope, I began planning to reconnect with my mother. Who knows, maybe Isabella's happy moment could serve as a bridge to repair our long-distant relationship.