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"You panic more, retrieving your things and requesting that I leave." "We don't all live in a fairytale, Mr Burak. Meaning, we all have hidden secrets that are screaming to escape and sometimes you just have to pick your battles wisely to keep those secrets hidden." I feel the need to remind him that the world is still filled with ordinary people who have demons lurking in the shadows. "I dont think-" "I agree, this was a mistake." I quickly cut him off and watch as fine lines etch deeply into his flawless complexion. I'm well aware that those were not the words he was about to utter. But, they should have been, which is why I uttered them for him.

We all have secrets. The first real secret I ever had began when I was nine years old. I’m not talking about when someone tells you something and you keep it to yourself—it’s more like when you know something or have seen something that no one else has, and telling someone about it takes away from your pleasure, from your secret. Now, I’m not going to talk about my secret eleven years ago. I’m going to talk about my biggest secret of all time. Back when I was sixteen years old.

I raised an eyebrow, needing to have it all laid out. I knew, somewhere deep down, that I should ask more questions. But in the moment, I repeated the one that mattered to me most. “I’m not a secret anymore?” “Not from Beth.” I saw the faintest hint of conflict in his eyes. Even so, hearing the words again felt like a forklift had just been lifted off of my soul. Beth knew. Danny chose me. I was no longer a secret. Between that… the relief that my earlier insecurity was proven wrong… and the way the mate bond sparks pulled at me… I was a goner.

"Let her rest before she takes flight." At the boarding gate, I scanned the rows. There he was. Connor sat with lethal calm, sunglasses masking his gaze as he flipped through the silver-inked pages of Secret. An elder sitting beside him leaned over. "Young man, when you've finished with that, may I see? That woman on the cover... she has the spirit of the Old Ways. I haven't been able to find a copy anywhere." Connor nodded solemnly. "She is rare indeed."

I sat up with my heart racing, my sweaty thin tank top still sticking to my skin, and the fabric so transparent that it showed every one of the curves of my braless breasts. Who would be at the door at such a late hour? I picked up my phone, no alerts, no texts from Mia or anyone. The knocks grew frantic, a slurred voice filtering through the door: "Lila? It's Jax. Please... let me in." Mia's brother. My pulse skipped. I'd harbored a secret crush on him since our teen sleepovers, stealing glances at his broad shoulders and easy grin, but he was off-limits, her family, her protector. Still, drunk and alone outside? I couldn't ignore him.

Then, on the giant screen meant for charity announcements, images began to flash — documents, wire transfers, internal memos. All labeled: Whitlock Enterprises Confidential. Gasps rippled through the ballroom. Someone screamed. Alexander’s jaw tightened. “Security—” But I was already looking up. In the corner of the screen, small white text scrolled: If secrets are currency, let’s make everyone rich. And beneath it — my name. Uploaded by Elara Vale. I froze. Alexander turned toward me slowly, his eyes unreadable. “What did you do?” “I—” The words caught. “I didn’t—”

Each shelf was filled with books and scrolls that contained pack history and strategies. My eyes scanned the titles absentmindedly as I made my way to the book Lucian had requested. While I was doing that, my eyes caught something peculiar. On the far shelf at the other end of the office, there was a single leather-bound book that stood out. It was named the Pack Secrets. The title alone sparked curiosity, and without thinking, I reached for it. The worn book cover felt cool against my fingers, and something about it felt forbidden and dangerous. “What are you hiding, Lucian?” I whispered under my breath.

Brandy immediately covered me, holding out a tissue as I dabbed my eyes. “Sorry, it’s the hormones” I said, laughing and still tearing up and then I froze, eyes wide. Our eyes locked then mine widened even more as I realized she hadn’t caught on but from my shock, she realized what I meant. I watched the happiness bloom. “Bestie’s secret,” I said, holding out my pinkie, she quickly hooked hers. “No one knows, I haven’t even told my parents, we plan to tell everyone after we know the sex next week. Please don’t say anything, not even to your husband,”

Her hands started shivering when all of her colleagues started gathering around her with bewildered and emulous looks. Suddenly she heard someone switching the TV on and her ears were abruptly filled with the news, "From our sources, we were able to get the pictures of Alexander Kingston' secret girlfriend, surprisingly his girlfriend is none other than his own secretary Isabella Watson." Her eyes brimmed with tears, and she wasn't able to raise her head anymore. She couldn't face anyone right now. She didn't want to be the focus of attention where she would be called names without any reason. "Isa," Nick tried to call out to her, but she was absolutely disoriented. This was not what she wan

I miss him terribly and I'm dying to know how he's doing after he got punched by Charles yesterday. I know I should have told them, said something at least. But something about keeping it a secret thrilled me, to keep going on. The sneaking, the quickies, the short kisses in the hallway, I felt so badass. They thrilled me and brought out my wild side, a side I didn't know I had until I met James. At least for now, my consolation is that Elizabeth understands me, she doesn't support my actions, but I know she understands where I'm coming from. And probably she can speak to Charles, so that he forgives me.