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Haha. But on the other side, it's just happen that she never got a good education. If she does, she'll be a one of a hell-ass gold digger. I know her kind. Women like her were nothing but Just a pretty face. But I'll admit, I'm getting into her sweet appearance. She has looks that everyone will turn their heads twice. And I'm just a man. A man who has needs. And needs that I need her to fulfill. I know I am being a perv whenever I'm seeing her. I always want to gaze at her round-bump and hell knows how much I've been dying to touch it.

She laughs before she shrugs like it doesn’t bother her; I have underestimated her. “Do it then. I have prayed for death to take me for sixteen years. Go on, DO IT!” she stands straight with her arms open at the sides. I feel giddy. Is he going to do it? I am so excited it is vibrating through me as I watch her. She doesn’t even blink or look away. The strength of a queen. I scoff. Whatever it will be mine, all of it will be mine and the last shred of humanity will fall and the shifters will rule supreme.

We're at a department dinner when Logan Gilroy tags me in the work group chat. We've been secretly dating for five years. "Everyone else already paid their share without me having to ask. Do I really have to chase you down for yours?" My best friend, Grace Hopkins, immediately posts a screenshot showing she's already paid. "Ashley, are you having money trouble or something? If you really can't afford your share, I can cover it for you." Within seconds, my coworkers start piling on. "I've never seen anyone so shameless. Mr. Gilroy actually had to call you out in the group chat just to get you to pay your share!" "If you can't afford to eat out, then don't come. She probably only showed

My heart, which had just started to warm, sank right back into the cold. The smile on her face was so radiant. Just like it used to be when we first got together. But now, that smile wasn't for me. She hung up, and the warmth vanished from her expression. "I'm heading out to the amusement park with Rick. If you're still not feeling well, just take the day off. I left your meds on the nightstand—don't forget to take them." She turned to leave. Desperation clawed at my chest, and I reached out, grabbing her hand on instinct.

She refused to accept it. "You conniving witch! Give me back my money!" She screeched like a banshee, practically pouncing on me to attack me, but she was clamped in place by Charles, his expression cold and sinister. With a sneer, he said, "Didn't you say that you loved me for who I was, and not what I had? You spent money to fake medical reports, lied about being terminally ill, drugged my drink to get into bed with me, and caused me to get divorced.

she whispered urgently. Quick as lightning, she moved to the small table beside my bed and grabbed some medical supplies she must have brought with her. Then she did something that had become second nature over the years, she quickly moved her hand into my shirt and wrapped a binding around my chest, making sure my true nature was completely hidden. “Just stay still and let me handle this,” she murmured, resuming her position in the chair just as heavy footsteps approached in the hallway. The door suddenly banged open without any courtesy of a knock, making both of us jump. My heart hammered against my ribs as a figure filled the doorway, backlit by the hallway light.

I didn’t know if he actually got down to it but I wouldn’t be surprised if she said no. She phased into a human and her dark hair fell forward, covering her breasts. Her hair was long and reached down to her hips. Her face... was like she had grown more beautiful since the last time I saw her. She approached me, dried leaves crinkling under her feet. I saw it fit to phase into a human as well. Her hair shone silver at the highlights as she came closer. Her face was as brilliant as the moon and her body was shaped like an hourglass. She was breathtaking.

She was determined. This was it. Her first shift. Her first time. Born a wolf but never allowed to awaken, her body had never known the pain of bones breaking and reshaping, the wild rush of power beneath the skin. But I could feel it humming around her now, like static before a storm. Her wolf was stirring.

I saw a woman whose skin radiated a brilliant, ethereal silver-violet light, her amber eyes burning with a defiance that no amount of my executioners’ blows had ever been able to break. *The First Shaman.* The title felt like a physical slap to my face. My father had found her starving on the border when she was a cub. For twelve years, she had been under my roof. She had scrubbed the blood from my floors, carried my packs, and accepted my brands. I had possessed the greatest miracle the supernatural world had seen in three centuries, and I had treated her like garbage. I had beaten the Goddess’s ultimate gift into the dirt, entirely blind to the primordial fire sleeping beneath her scars.

they asked. "Yes," Sande answered for Eds. "Now that she has satisfied our curiosity, she can go take her shower now." Eds rolled her eyes, smiling as she stood up and went upstairs. Would she become Mrs. Edselyn Santillan by Christmas? It was only two months away. She let out a squeal of delight and hurried to her room. Perhaps her aunt was right after all. All she needed to do was take a leap of faith. She wouldn't compare Sinjin to Kyle, but being burned once had taught her a lesson, so she had to safeguard her heart from getting broken again.