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"You wouldn’t dare reject your mate. Do you have any idea how many women in this pack would kill to be in your position? To be my Luna?" His arrogance snaps something inside me. Lucky? LUCKY? I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Oh, Travis,” I say, shaking my head. “Do I look like any of those women to you?” His nostrils flare, and I know he doesn’t like my tone. But I don’t care. Because I refuse to submit. "Kali, I am your mate, and—" "I, Kali, reject you, Alpha Travis, future Alpha of the Red Night Pack, as my mate and Alpha." His eyes widen in horror, but I don’t stop. "I refuse to submit to you—now and forever."

A child, indeed. The muscles of Harlan's jaw tensed so hard that Kira could see them moving beneath his skin. Scowling slightly, he responded without looking at her: "I've just accepted a new position with the biggest publishing firm in the city. I'm escaped from the pathetic, bureaucratic politics that always held me back at that godforsaken school," he sneered. "For the first time in a while, things finally make sense." Kira furrowed her brow, cocking her head a hair to the side as she studied him, her eyes digging beneath his skin and crawling inside his mind.

She was forced. She was submitting. ***** Sequel to Submission, Submitting out now. Submitting: The Darkness Beckons By Korielyn.

Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life. To ensure the utmost realism and quality, this novel was advised by Detective Lee Hoe-rim, a former detective at the Jongno Police Station with extensive experience consulting for major TV dramas and films. I also received expert medical consultation from Dr. Song, a practicing pediatrician. I have spared no effort to perfect this world. While I have worked tirelessly to bring you this translation, I am committed to continuously polishing and elevating the text to ensure you have the best reading experience. The update schedule is twice a day, every day, at 01:05 and 13:05 KST. Occasionally, keep an e

Why now should I give a damn about anything? I walk towards my chair with the bottle in my hand, I grab a cup before slimpie into the chair. Pouring a little of it into the cup without holding back I turn the whole content z gulping hard and fast..a bit of sensation burns the throat just as it ought to. Everything is surely changing tonight. Once I make the announcement of a Luna and a beta it would be a great opportunity for me,but then… Nova is still a huge weakness to me, choosing her as my mate is done cleverly but how long would i be able to keep her secret safe.

Anonymous D. My name is Neil Swan, and I am the Senior Editor of MTH Publishing Corporation. I’m pleased to announce to you that the novel you submitted, “Drowned in the Sea of Flames,” has been given an exclusive contract. You can sign the contract I’ve included in this message. Thank you very much. Best regards, Neil Swan

It was either Ivan sometimes or some other incident that kept pushing his own wish to the back of the priority list and now that there was no Ivan and me having to be on my best behaviour for Liza, there was no other reason to not have what he wanted. The clock ticked quietly in the background. Three thirty in the afternoon. The delivery guy could be on his way and might knock on the door any moment now. I was a little too aware of the thin piece of folded paper towel tucked in my waist band of my underwear, the only possible place I could use as storage since the full sleeved sweater dress had no pockets. I wonder if it was intentional.

However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go. The next day, an unfamiliar name appeared in my inbox. The email contained no words and only a link.

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BLOGGER’S OFFICE – NEXT MORNING The office was small but modern—glass partitions, whiteboards filled with scribbled names and arrows, phones ringing in intervals, and the faint buzz of multiple monitors running all at once. At the far end of the room, a young woman with sharp eyes and a short pixie cut—Adaora, better known as “GistGoddess” to the public—clicked open an encrypted email flagged as “Anonymous Submission – High Priority.” The subject line read: “THE KAREEM BABY SCANDAL – REAL FATHER EXPOSED.”