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Skylar's behaviour was similar to the night he was in a rut and suddenly attacked Aslan. "Shit! Damn it! What's wrong with him?" Aslan had lost count of how many curse words had come out of his mouth. But Skylar still didn't respond. Skylar wasn't actually in a rut. However, he was quite dizzy tonight. That night's mission left Skylar upset because he couldn't save all the slaves that Kennedy and Zagami had brought. He had been drinking earlier. He was extremely tired, but sleeping didn't seem to cure his fatigue. He needed Aslan. For some reason, hugging Aslan tightly made Skylar's soul feel more comfortable.

This was where Frank made Skyler manager under him and got a hefty salary increase, she was in the clouds, though not exactly a tomb raider like Indiana Jones it felt like what she did, though little of it, atleast got to the world, her name renowned as one of the best mystery reporters and it was celebration day in day out. Skyler had alot of male interaction but she never bothered with boyfriends or marriage, in her mind she wasn't ready for such a commitment, the world was still very much unexplored. Now in the midst of her snoops Skyler sat with her fingers in her hair, there were strict limits to what she can find on the internet, and the only things she got to keep working was hints, s

ALPHA KING ELRICK I had been exceptionally calm these past few days. The lack of discipline in the juvenile trainees didn't irritate me. My beta pulling me to overlook matters like what will be cooked tonight, didn't irk me. Sky looked a little more blue these days and the chirping of birds sounded somehow sweeter.

Gus looks like he’s about to argue, but there’s something in Slater’s face that has him getting up with a quickness and shuffling back to a table in the corner by the band. “You’re a fucking cock tease,” Slater yells at me. “Because I’m a virgin?” “No,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled cheeks, “and stop saying that! It’s because you’re walking around half-fucking naked and teasing the hell out of everyone and letting them buy you drinks.” He grabs his rag and starts to wipe down the counter, his movements hard and erratic like he’s too pissed to even think straight. “I close in an hour. Do you think you can be a good girl and not cause a massive bar fight for 60-fucking minutes?”

“Yup. I need some release. You can stay or go, but I’m not waiting.” Skyler sighed, rubbing his temples, the hangover making everything seem more surreal. “Ok, fine… I’m too hungover to go anywhere,” he finally muttered, sitting back down. “Just… be quick about it, alright?” Lucas chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he got comfortable. “You got it, bro. Quick and efficient.” Skyler shook his head, covering his face with his hand. “This is not how I thought my morning would go.” Lucas laughed, but there was no malice in it, just the usual playful mischief. “Hey, at least it’ll make for a funny story one day. ‘Remember that time you watched me—’”

Slater suddenly chirped, “Perkatory.” Abby jumped. “What?” “The anguished, prolonged period spent waiting for a fresh cup of coffee to be ready. That’s called Perkatory.” “Pfft. You’re an ass.” Slater’s bleary eyes sparkled with humor. “But I got you to smile.”

My smile became wider and I eagerly texted back. Me: Depends. Does being serenaded by Liam count as bullying? Skylar: Absolutely. You need therapy after that. Because I could imagine her saying that in her voice, I laughed even as I typed. Me: Already got my therapist. She wears my hoodie and steals my peace. Skylar texted back: Flattery will not save you. With a smile because I knew she was blushing regardless of her words, I texted back: Well, worth a try.

“You want to trend, huh? You want to be popular? Is that it?” “No,” I said, chin lifted. “I want you to know you don’t get to stomp over people and expect them to thank you for it.” Slater’s gaze darkened, the corners of his mouth twitching in something not quite a smile. “You think you’re making some kind of statement? That you’re… different?” He closed the last inch between us, his presence pressing like a storm. “Newsflash sweetheart, people like me decide who matters. And you? You’re about to learn exactly how small you are.”

The only thing on my mind right now is fucking coffee, and I'm dying for a steaming cup with a blunt and a cigarette to match, all while sitting on the building's roof and letting the wind take me away. "I had no idea you were such an early bird." As I tiptoe past Scotty toward the kitchen, his deep, sleepy voice startles me. I come to a halt and turn to face him, leaning against the doorframe as a late rush floods my body. "Yeah, I have trouble sleeping. What's your excuse?" "I'm a hustler, Harley. I never fucking sleep. If there's money to be made, then I'm out fucking making it." He gets up from the couch, proudly flaunting his massive morning wood, which draws my attention and causes me

That night, I slept better than I had in over a decade. When I woke up the next morning, my phone was flooded with hundreds of missed calls and messages. I glanced through them briefly—Don, Nevaeh, Camden, and even those who had once bullied me were all among the senders. I blocked each one of them without hesitation. After coming downstairs and enjoying breakfast with my grandparents, the butler, Elliot Garcia, hurried in to announce, "Mr. Saccone Senior, Mrs. Saccone Senior, Ms. Magnolia, there's someone at the door from the Scott family."