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I bolted up in joy, unconsciously hugging Kelly. It seemed pretty ridiculous but it was worth the wait. I looked at my best friend and a wave of fright coursed through me, she wasn't looking all happy and jovial anymore, she was full of bad energy and lingering eyes. I could feel her offloading dozens of rage aura and she could wolf out if I moved any nearer. "Rachael, you have been chosen by the moon goddess to become the Luna of the Crimson Moon Pack thereby becoming the Alpha's Mate," Sari said, hitting his bong staff on the floor.

I mumbled, then exhaled sharply as the helicopter rose and my stomach dropped. Giggles~ That's what filled my headset so I looked back to see Sasha wearing a headset with all smiles. I giggled at the sight and asked Ian how old Sasha was. “Sasha is five and very intuitive, it was part of her mother's gift. She was a soothsayer, and so is Sasha,” he answered emotionally. My brow rose as I looked at Sasha and Ian. “That's an amazing gift to have, I imagine,” I said softly but Ian's eyes narrowed as he flew.

I was thankful for Ziyah’s healing ability because it would allow Sasha to look in the mirror tomorrow and not be faced with the physical reminder of her trauma. Her eyes swept over everyone, landing on Connor. I knew that this was probably not how she imagined meeting her mate, but it happened when it happened. “Sasha, this is Connor. He’s on our Missions Council team,” I said, introducing them. “Connor, this is Sasha. She’s a friend of Gabe and mine who grew up with us.” “Hi,” she said shyly, her cheeks pinkening. “Hi to you too. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he told her, flashing his boy-next-door grin.

Amber Lane- Age: 18 Height: 5’9 Character: Sasha’s best friend and member of the ‘Panthers’. Tamara Dawson- Age: 18 Height: 5’7 Character: Close friends with Sasha and also a member of the ‘Panthers’. Valarie Anderson- Age: 18 Height: 5’8 Character: Close friends with Sasha and also a member of the ‘Panthers. She also struggles with confirming her sexual orientation. Jake McCoy- Dean’s friend. Kyle Martins- Dean’s friend.

She yelped as he pinched her soft waist, squirming and letting out soft moans as she fought back fiercely. Blake's eyes reddened with intensity. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder. "Sasha!" Winter's heart stopped. She wanted to step forward, but Joshua moved, placing his towering frame in her path, blocking her completely. Sasha was five feet and seven inches. Though she was slim, she had a sturdy figure and wasn't exactly light. Yet Blake carried her with ease, as if she weighed nothing at all.

Grace who was a sunshine, Grace who always had a wide grin on her face, Grace who used to talk a lot. She was Sasha. Known as the warrior princess of the Walton Kingdom. Warrior? That phrase went weird considering how soft and docile Grace was. This girl named Sasha had elegance in her. The way she walked, and talked slowly with her people. She had a stance of power and elegance. She was everything Grace was yet she was nothing Grace was. That night I couldn't fucking stay still so I went to her room and watched her sleep just like right now. Oh, what a creep I have become.

All we wanted was to be Jacob and Sadie and be free. I found a woman by the name of Doctor Riley Kim. She is a well-known Psychiatrist here in Baker with a hell of a reputation. She is also very expensive and hard to see. I got an appointment for Sadie and me two weeks after Sadie turns eighteen. We hoped she would work with us once we told her our situation. We needed her to see Sadie as a mentally healthy woman. We needed her to see how wrong Sadies reports were. The only thing we worried about was how the doctor could get ahold of Sadies records without giving our location away. It wasn't going to be easy, but we had to try something.

Sweet birch and pine assault me as Princess Sasha makes her way around my black SUV. She looks as if she just ended a photoshoot with a high-end magazine. She is in a tight but modest knee-length red dress. She has wavy blonde hair that reaches the middle of her back. Her legs are long, and her bust is full. She might be young, but her body is all woman. Someone clears their throat, and my mind snaps back to attention. "Welcome to White Crest, I am Alpha Ben, and this is Luna Chelsea," I recite the line before meeting Sasha's big brown eyes.

Uncertain glances exchanged between Alphas who'd never met Valeria but knew the legends. "It's true!" one of Harrison's warriors shouted from below the platform. "Sasha has the power. She'll prove it today." Sasha closed her eyes. She raised both arms, palms up, and held the pose like a priestess receiving divine light. The warriors around her bowed their heads in unison. The whole thing moved with the practiced rhythm of a performance they'd rehearsed. I watched from the lower railing. Maya had finished her work at the food stalls and squeezed in beside me, smelling like smoke and roasted chestnuts.

Sasha said smoothly, her lips curving like she already knew what buttons to press. I gave a small, professional smile. “Thank you, Sasha. It’s great to be here.” “Top three, huh?” she leaned in, her glossy brown eyes gleaming. “How does it feel to be standing shoulder to shoulder with names like Sabrina Blake and Gwen Rodriguez?” “It’s surreal. A lot of hard work, sleepless nights, and sacrifice… but I’m honored. Those women are powerhouses.” "And now, you're one of them," Sasha said, before sipping her tea—literally and figuratively.