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I pressed the accelerator down completely and the Land Cruiser surged forward into the deepening evening and the road ran straight ahead of us toward a town neither of us had ever heard of before two minutes ago, where a man named Coleman was unlocking his door and turning on his lights and waiting for two women he didn’t know, because someone who loved Amaya had asked him to. The kindness of strangers.The absolute, extraordinary, unearned kindness of strangers. I felt it move through me like something warm and I did not cry because I needed my eyes clear and my hands steady, but I noted it, filed it somewhere important, promised myself I would feel it fully later when later was available.

The question came out in a hoarse whisper. He tilted his head, coming within inches of her face. "Then I'll keep looking at you like this, until you admit you've already crossed." His gaze held, and Camila felt the vertigo of the abyss opening before her. It was impossible to feign indifference. The stranger had stripped her defenses like someone breaking the seal on a bottle. The subway continued on its way, but inside, time had stopped.

Annabelle said, smiling gratefully. Rose smiled back, "Anytime, Annabelle. Have a fantastic time in Spain with Devon and Camille. I'll miss you, but I'll hold down the fort here.” Camille's eyes wandered out the window as she worked on her last paper, her mind momentarily drifting away from the questions on the page. That's when she saw him again - the stranger who had caught her attention before, standing outside under the tree in the school compound. As she watched, the stranger dropped a letter on the floor and quickly walked away. Camille's curiosity was piqued. She wondered who the letter was for and what it could say. Her gaze followed the stranger until he disappeared from view, then

Hermosa POV The expensive perfume of the stranger filled the air—it was strong, commanding. He was definitely an Alpha. Maybe he mistook me for one of the whores. Moon Goddess, I wasn’t even one. I needed to find help for Cammy before she died—if she wasn’t already dead. What have I gotten myself into? I breathed heavily. “Did you come here to mope?!” the stranger’s voice thundered, snapping me out of my thoughts. “No!” I replied quickly, startled by his harsh tone.

Ava’s POV I didn’t know that sex could feel so good. A tiny part of me worries that it’s just because this man is a stranger. That I’m enjoying the thrill of risk. But I know it’s more than that. His hand is on my hip as he pushes slowly within. My body is tight, walls clenching around him as I gasp. He feels hot, hard and enormous. I gasp, adjusting to the size of the man, feeling myself stretch in accommodation. There’s no discomfort, only a delicious sense of fulfillment, a strange completeness. He pauses, head bowed against my collar, his breath against my skin. Is it possible to love a stranger? He’s waiting for me, I know it, I can sense it. I can feel his care and consideration as the

“Don't talk to him.” The stranger stopped. Kael raised his weapon. “You've said enough.” The stranger smiled. “You think I am your enemy.” “Aren't you?” “No.” “Then what are you?” The stranger looked at Auren. “I am his first memory.” Auren's eyes widened. “My memory?” “Yes.” The stranger touched his chest. “Before you were born, you chose something.” “What?” The stranger's eyes became golden. “You chose to forget.” Kael froze. “Why?”

The anticipation was almost unbearable as I waited for the stranger to arrive. Finally, I heard the commotion of footsteps approaching my room. The door swung open, and there stood the stranger, his eyes filled with a kind and determined resolve. He extended a hand towards me, and without hesitation, I took it, feeling a rush of newfound strength and hope. The stranger had come to rescue me from Tristan, and I knew that my prayers had been answered. With his help, I would finally break free from this nightmare and find the salvation I had so desperately sought, for I was no longer alone in my struggle for freedom.

I nodded slowly, straightening up as I turned slightly. “Jen.” I called out aloud, and she hurried forward, her hands already clasped together nervously. “Yes, sir.” “Why were the children left alone with a stranger?” My voice wasn’t raised, but it carried enough weight to make her flinch. “He said he was your brother, sir,” she explained quickly. “I thought…” “You thought?” I cut in, my tone sharpening despite my effort to stay composed. “You thought that was enough?” She lowered her head immediately. “I’m sorry, sir…”

I could not. Instead, I might as well have said the most foolish thing ever. "And if I knew that the festival offered... demonstrations of masculine anatomy, I would've—" I stopped, horrified. Had I just said that out loud? This was not exactly a part of my ludicrous plan. Mr. Stranger didn't laugh. He didn't mock me. Instead, he stepped closer. Close enough that I could smell leather and something darker, wilder. This was precisely how my journals described it, and I felt both fear and exhilaration in equal measure.

"Mr. Davidson, since you all love live streams and want everyone to see the truth, then I'll give you exactly that." I walked over to the control console and plugged my phone into the projection system. "Today, let's show everyone who the real criminal is." The massive LED screen at the center of the hall flickered, then lit up. What appeared was crystal-clear footage from my action camera. Under the scorching sun, waves of heat rose from the asphalt. The camera locked onto a black Porsche Cayenne. As the footage zoomed in, everyone could clearly see what was inside the car. A three-year-old boy was strapped into a child seat. His face had turned bluish, and white foam spilled from his mouth