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Seth sighed before saying, “I don’t think I can work for you anymore; I have—” “That—” I interrupted him as we both paused. I thought he was going to go ahead and speak, but he waited for me to continue. “No, I am sorry; go ahead; you were saying..." “I was just..." Seth stopped again. Was he nervous? I don’t think he is. It was sort of like he wanted to get this done, but I wasn’t giving him a chance to. “I wanted to say that I have spoken to Mr. Michaels, and he said, "

I could barely think anything because the look in his eyes, I had never seen anyone else have such stare ever before. “Oh, Hi!” his anger deflated, he let go of Harry’s hair and smiled at me, “I am Seth. Your husband’s big brother.” I was already quite scared of him. A lot scared of him, actually. From what Alessio had told me about this man, I knew nothing good was about to come my way. I had to be smart and avoid getting hurt any way possible until Alessio tracks me down. I forcefully put on a smile, and said through dry lips, “Hi. Mia. I am Mia.”

Seth, you can stand there and say all this because you're the winner now. "There are no winners here," Seth said. "You lost the person who loved you the most. Maisie fought for years to save herself from drowning in pain. And me? I wasted 15 years of my life. "If I'd gone after her first, and if I'd been the one to take her home that night, none of this would've happened." "Ethan," Seth added, "let me give you one last piece of advice. Don't make things worse." "Is that a threat?"

Seth tinted awfully somber and his eyes got this deadened look that I didn't like in the least bit " what is it ? Spit it out " " well , I will but don't pull a Wes on me alright ? I don't want to answer Bella why her boyfriend of a day died in a car crash -" " Just say it ! Dammit " " alright if you want me to but I don't want to tell you something instead I wanted to show you " after that Seth turned back to his computer screen typed in another bit of code and a video block appeared on his screen , but he didn't click on the play button instead he turned to look at us " Its going to be bad -"

I'd have made it work with Dian, I knew I could have. "Staring at that drink like you're trying to murder it won't accomplish anything, you know that right" a voice sounded from my right, startling me. I turned to face the person and recognized him immediately. He was Seth Rodriguez, the artist who rose to fame shortly after Sybil went missing. "Seth" I gasped, then choked on my next word because I didn't expect to find Seth in such a random setting. He grabbed the drink in front of him and offered it to me, a worried look on his face.

Chapter: 12 ******* Seth stood confidently in the center of an expansive hall, encircled by six distinguished tycoons clad in impeccable black suits. As his thriving business demanded, it was crucial for him to maintain their trust. Fresh consignments had recently arrived at the port, and as the sole distributor, Seth had convened this meeting with the six tycoons to communicate the precise arrival dates for each individual's shipment at their respective warehouses. Known for his unwavering control and intimidating presence as the Boss, Seth had always been meticulous in concealing any vulnerabilities, even from Andrew. Granting leverage to anyone was an unthinkable risk. The only individual

Seth hated the dreams the most. They always started innocuously enough: he was back in the deserts of Afghanistan, the heat and the sand palpable. He heard his fellow soldiers laughing and joking around as they returned from some mission. Seth had moved up the ranks to corporal by the time he’d gone on inactive duty, and although he hadn’t been in charge of anyone, he had acted like a mentor to the newbies by the time he’d started his second tour. In this dream, Seth watched as his best friend and fellow corporal Max Meyers waved at him to join him. They were in the middle of the desert, and Seth didn’t know what Max wanted to show him. He jogged up to Max, who pointed to something in the sa

It kept repeating itself and she was fed up with it. Seth is now three years old, his laughter is no longer for Maeve, the boy's babbling is no longer for him, now only those who can enjoy it can chat with Seth. He felt more and more excluded, he felt unneeded. Mateo set her up with a daycare business like he'd promised if she'd be Seth's mom, but it didn't matter anymore. She wanted Seth. “Seth's Omega father should give him the Pheromone Shower again so that Seth can recognize him, Seth is old enough to recognize his Omega father.” Said the doctor that Maeve had secretly met. She could not bear to keep her distance from Seth.

It was a picture that he took a while before he and mom had their conflicts. “I am always a few steps away from you, Nathan” he said, turning to look at me, his tone softening “you’re my son, and regardless of what happened between us; I am still your father. You may wonder, if I was a few steps away, why did I never try taking the pack again? Or why I never confronted or approached you? Well, first, I wanted you to build your own home, your confidence, and to have your thing. Being Alpha was not something that I ever opted for, and believe it or not, you saw yourself, everyone still calls me Alpha Dimitri”

In short, it was all nonsensical stuff that no one understood. Having received the latest news on Catherine and Seth, I felt nothing but coldness toward them. Some time later, Seth returned to the city. He had completely disappeared from my life as well. I did hear that his parents found him a random country bumpkin as his wife when they found out about his handicapped status. Once Seth produced them a grandchild, his parents focused on raising said grandchild while neglecting him. Seth couldn't stomach the ill rumors spread by the public about him. He ended up taking his life by drowning in a river. Coincidentally, that river also happened to be the river where my ashes were scattered in my