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“Wow, guys. Like –” Camden cut Lacey off by holding his hand out to me. I walked around the table and leaned over to kiss Camden and then Thad. My boys looked deliciously sinful this morning with their tight jeans and tees. Camden wore a leather jacket that hid his muscular arms, but Thad’s were on full display. He told me that he kept the manbun because he heard through the tether that I hoped he still had it when I got home. “Let me introduce you to our permanent third, Jadelynn,” Camden said as he pulled me down to sit on his lap.

Tad has hurt me so badly, all my effort and love, he just threw them away like I was nothing more than a piece of trash. The man moved closer to me, my name is Mr calladan. He held my hands and said, What if you get married to me? I promise you'll never have to sell another drop of blood again for the rest of your life. I tried to swallow but couldn't quite manage. My mind reeled, attempting to process what'd happened. "Why are you helping me ?" I whispered, my voice shaking. "You don't even know me at all." Cal's hand was stretched out toward me, his gaze locked with mine. "I know enough.

Seas are rising as if the earth’s liquid wants to flush away the civilization that has made such a mess of this sacred land. At his house on Golden Glade Street, Axel parks the truck and strides around to my side to hold open the door for me. Silently, I slide from the leather seat and back into his arms, feeling safe and cared for despite what he’s done in the past. He makes his way across the soggy ground of his yard, up the steps of his front porch, and into his small dwelling. Once more, thoughts of the triplets fill my heart with longing. Axel’s house is cleaner and just as big, even though he lives here alone, but it’s his home, not mine. What are my men doing? Are they looking for me,

Third Person's POV Samarth is happy on one side because he caught again the murderer of his parents. He has his force of guards, he can easily kill him, but he is taking revenge, he doesn't want to let him die handily, he just predicts the dreadful life for him. He arranged for the worst life for him. He is rich and powerful, his orders are followed by everyone. He again sent his so-called uncle into prison. Samarth started his car for home, but his mind was running only for Aradhya. He is also angry with her. The third person or a criminal knows that her wife was raped by whom and his wife didn't tell him yet, who was the guy?

** That night I lay in bed with Sister Claire already asleep across from me, listening to the sanctuary settle into nighttime sounds. My hand rested on my stomach. They'd be gone in forty-eight more days. Back to pack life, Alpha duties, the world I'd run from. And then what? Would they stay the men they were becoming here? Or would pack politics and Graham's expectations and Miranda's scheming strip everything Elder Thaddeus had built in them back down to nothing? I didn't know. But tonight, for the first time in a long time, I'd let them in. Just a little.

A week had passed in a blur. It was mostly fake condolences and medications that finished half off the money Slade left behind. He did not want me to work, I guess basically because he wanted me to rely on him, and I was stupid to be manipulated by him. Slade hadn’t come back, nor had Zaya. They had moved on. Their wedding was coming up. A baby on the way. But I… I was still trapped in this nightmare. On the seventh day, I signed my release forms and walked out

" Once they grabbed their stuff, they walked through the door. We walked inside the frat house. I was having a small talk with them. I found out we have so much in common. We all like to read and are in the same major, English Literature, and want to move and go to England one day and open a bookstore someday. So, we were relaxing, and the girls were not so nervous anymore. I told them I am from North Dakota. Where it always pretty with the pretty mountains. especially when it snows there. I miss home and my aunt and uncle. I sigh, I miss my parents too. I wish they were here with me right now. Watching me off to our dream college. When I was pulling out of the driveway. They always said no

"It is a long story. Come on." We walked down the hallway toward my room. The sconces on the walls cast soft shadows across the floor. My heart was pounding, and I could feel Tom's eyes on the side of my face. We reached my door, and I stopped. Tom turned to face me. "I want to know the story," he said. "How did you meet him? Are the other men also from that same territory? Have you forgotten what you went through there? The way they treated you? The way they threw you out like garbage?" He crossed his arms. "And you trust them? You trust that they will cooperate with you in finding the virus? Don't you know that the virus has reached the Valdris territory already? That his own people are dy

And what was worse, he is a married man with a daughter. LET ME KNOW IF YOU ARE EXCITED TO READ IT! I need a maximum word for publishing this chapter, so it is repeated. ATTENTION TO ALL MY READERS! I HAVE GOOD NEWS FOR YOU! PART TWO FOR THE TRIPLETS GAME IS UPCOMING! TITLE : BLIND DATE WITH CHAD MACMILLER BLURB : The triplet sex game ended. The debt was paid. But for Chad Macmiller, the real fight is just beginning. His brother Thane took everything — his company, his power, his name — by starting a new triplet game with deadlier rules. Chad was foolish enough to play.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the