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“Well now, Jazz Duncan, life is the result of the choices I made. I choose Jack Warren. I don’t like the predicament I found myself in. So, its time I made other choices.” Jazz finally decided to go and have a conversation with those two older women. She might be a fool but the contract wasn’t yet complete….wrong reason…possible right choice.

The curtains were in the same theme, including a small carpet at the center of the room. He had a life-size R2-D2 on one side, together with Yoda and it was just the start. Andrew had planned to have more life-size characters in the Star Wars series. "My son will be Luke Skywalker and I'll be his Master Jedi." Andrew's eyes were gleaming from excitement. It was as if, he foresaw it happening; his son and him, practicing a sword fight. "Errm." Catching on to one of Andrew's expressions, Kenzie said, "You don't think you overdid it though? You do realize, he won't appreciate those characters until maybe when he is ten? Are ten-year-olds even allowed to watch Star Wars?"

Leia POV: As we stood still waiting for alpha Scott to really begin I could still see the confusion on some of their faces. This was something that was kept a secret for the most part and now they are all about to find out what really happened. "As we wait for them to be brought out I would like to explain why the Blackwood pack along with the covens are doing here." He said finally speaking. "Leia was once part of this pack until she was not only captured by Bosch but was under what we know as the forbidden magic. To better explain I would like to invite Pythia up." Scott nodded towards her. I could feel my heart racing, there were details that I did not want anyone to know and I knew that

The announcer steps into the circle that’s drawn on to the ground. “Here we have on the left-Hand Contestant Jordan and to my right-hand side Contestant Nero.” The guy waves both of them into the circle standing opposite they both just nod at each other as they are ready to shift into their Wolf forms.

’ Lara Morris watched the scene unfold with a mixture of worry and fear. She stepped forward, her voice pleading. ‘Please, Mr Wilde, let him go. Jeramy made a mistake, but he doesn’t deserve this.’ Logan’s expression hardened as he turned to face Lara. ‘He chose to bully Alessia. He needs to face the consequences of his actions.’ His tone brooked no argument. Lara, torn between her loyalty to Jeramy and her fear of Logan’s power, glanced at Alessia, hoping for some support. But Alessia, still pretending to be distraught, shook her head, feigning confusion.

"I want to report that Samuel West, Alpha of the White Wolf pack, sheltered the criminal Joanna Grant. Even after learning I forged the letter of understanding and arranged her release, he still made her the Luna of his pack." The room exploded with outrage. An Alpha had brought a murderer into his pack and made her the Luna. He had thrown away the honor and reputation of the entire pack. As Alexander was led away, he broke down, struggling against the guards. "I'm sorry! Vannah, I'm so sorry..." he cried out, his voice raw with despair and remorse. But it was far too late. Apologies could never bring my father back or undo the pain they'd all caused. His apology meant nothing to me.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”

Ten years was a canyon of an age gap. And two, he was Adrian Castellane—the arrogant son of a bitch who had once humiliated me. “That would be incest,” Ariana teased, breaking into laughter. “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes, then sighed. “So what do you think?” “It’s up to you, Nova.” For once her tone softened, almost serious. “Personally? I want Bruno to pay for what he did. But I don’t want you to lose yourself either. You’re already falling behind with school and…”

He took credit for what he didn't do. He had stolen Grayson's sacrifice, love, and identity, and let her believe he was her hero. A broken laugh escaped her lips before dissolving into another sob. "Why...?" Her voice cracked. "Why would you do that?" The betrayal sliced deeper than she thought possible. It was all wrong from the start. For years… she had thanked the wrong person. Trusted the wrong person. Loved the wrong person. While the boy who truly deserved every ounce of gratitude had been forced to watch from the shadows…unrecognized. Forgotten. Alone.

“Then what’s your point?” For a fleeting moment, I saw him wrestle with his impatience—a fleeting glimpse I would have found amusing under different circumstances. “My point,” he enunciated carefully, “is that you’re a target.” A heavy silence fell over the room, the gravity of his words settling in. His gaze bore into mine, unwavering. “The Wizard is hunting leaders,” he continued without hesitation. “Princesses, alphas, military commanders—anyone capable of rallying the resistance.”