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Feminism rule number 34, instill fear in your predators, let them know you know their weakness and know that you cannot be messed with. "So now, let's make a deal", I said sitting comfortably on the chair in front of the table. "You let the two of them go, and maybe, just maybe, you get to live till tomorrow morning ".

"Give me one reason to trust you. One reason to believe you can actually see me as equal. Actually treat me as partner. Actually respect my autonomy when every instinct you have screams to protect me." "I can't give you reasons. Can't make promises I'm not sure I can keep. Can't tell you I'll never be scared or possessive or overprotective again because I probably will be. Those instincts don't just disappear." I step closer. "But what I can promise is to try. To check myself when I slip. To ask instead of command. To trust you instead of control you. To see you as equal even when my wolf screams to protect. To work on myself. Every day. Every hour. Every moment. Because you're worth it. Bec

And that trust felt heavier than any lie. But I couldn’t tell them. Because the book warned: “To share this knowledge before completion is to fracture the self. The mind will splinter. The soul will bleed.” So I read in silence. I memorized passages. Practiced the breathing techniques described,inhaling on odd numbers, exhaling on even, until my lungs ached with rhythm. I traced the sigils in the margins with my fingertip, feeling a strange warmth bloom beneath my skin each time. By the seventh day, I was halfway through.

If this contract was broken, the price would be paid in blood. She felt no relief when the deal was done. Only more well concealed fear and anxiety. Amberleigh couldn’t help but think the enemy of my enemy was not a friend. It was rather another fucking enemy! And they seemed to be closing in indeed because Grayson had just laid out the fucking welcome mat. Chapter 45

"I am serious. I need to get my act together. I won't make you regret it this time. What do I need to do?" "First let's get out of my school's parking lot." "Ok. Do you have to work or anything? Or do you have time to ride around for a little while?" "We can ride around. I don't have anything planned today." "Ok. Good." "The first thing you have to do is drop the four girls that you have been sleeping with." "What? I can't have sex?"

With face flushed a furious shade of red, Mr. Jefferson’s heart ached with anguish. “What!” Tiffany trembled all over, and her fair complexion turned ashen instantly. She shook her head in disbelief. “Impossible… impossible…” “Open your eyes and see clearly! Your so-called lover signed dual contracts, embezzled company funds, and exploited the female employees! The Attorney General's Office has already begun seizing all of Jefferson Corp’s assets!” Mr. Jefferson pointed at Fabian as his entire body trembled.

They inform the rhythms of our shared existence, shaping the narrative of our story naturally and consistently. This chapter highlights practical integration, too. How routines, habits, and structures created over hundreds of chapters now align seamlessly with our priorities. Decisions that once felt heavy or uncertain now flow intuitively. Communication, conflict resolution, and support have all been internalized to the point that love operates efficiently and compassionately, even when life becomes unpredictable.

“Our mate doesn’t.” “We haven’t even given him the opportunity to know us.” Theia argues. “We haven’t even been around him. Allowed to bond and be close. To mark one another.” “The book.” The thought strikes me like lightning. I pull the book out of my hiding space. Small gold lettering appears on the cover. “The Covenant of the Coven.” I read aloud. I open the book to the cover page and read. “Forsake your selfish endeavors! The covenant shall be made to the Coven, not to oneself!

However, Larry just found it laughable. "The Northern Trade Center had just had a terrorist attack yesterday, and the healing center is full of injured and wounded pack members. And yet, you still had time to think about decorum?" Erina's expression finally turned cold. "I was also traumatized. The scratches caused by the silver dust don't feel great. And besides, the pack has its own funds. You should not need to use your own money to fill in the gaps."

No more rushing I hope! **You must remove the book from your library and re-add it to see the changes of which there are many! If you added this book before 12/16/21 you'll need to delete it and re-add. You will NOT lose the chapters you paid for. Thank you for understanding and please enjoy!** ~Saree Bee