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Gravel crunches beneath the tires as we turn onto a narrower path, trees closing in on both sides. Panic claws its way up my chest. “This isn’t the way home,” I whisper. “No,” he agrees calmly. “It isn’t.” The car stops. The forest presses close, shadows tangled and thick. The stranger kills the engine, leaving only silence. He turns to me fully for the first time. His eyes, sharp and gleaming in the dark, lock onto mine. “Everything you thought you knew about your life,” he says slowly, deliberately, “is about to change. Just wait. Be patient. Patience, Lisa, patience.”

He replied We need to meet again. Can I have your contact? He said. I froze reality now dawning on me. I had just fucked a stranger. What have I done? Was I any better than Leonard? No. No, this isn’t me. I pulled away, shame crashing down hard and fast. “I need to go,” I said, my voice shaking. He reached for me, hesitation in his eyes, then pressed something into my palm. “If you change your mind… my name and number are there.”

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

The boys quickly formed a defense stance behind each other giving me the chance to look at the source of such a strong voice. The tattooed stranger! “And who are you to tell us that?” The leading guy asked, his voice hard unlike that of a teenager he is. “Someone who can break your bones and dumb them in a police cell if you don’t leave this minute” he threatened It’s highly unhealthy how his strong command makes my painties wet in the face of danger. I must be going crazy.. The boys ran away in a matter of seconds leaving just the two of us in the area. “Uhhhm…. Thanks” I managed to say

He shuddered, rocking back and forth, trying to contain the mental anguish that welled up in his head. The camera flipped, and Jonathan smiled serenly back at him. “What do you think? Your precious little Arabella will be horrified if she comes to find out what happened. She would hate you, Gael Laurent. You let an innocent little girl die. You’re a fucking murderer. What makes you think that Arabella would ever willingly go back to you ever again?”

"Take a good look at what your precious daughter's really done! Alan, you should see it for yourself as well. She's always thought she was too good for you. Why else would she run off to some pack far away?" The email contained the documents I'd found in Eden's room back then, along with her diary. In its pages, she wrote about how she looked down on Alan, but had no choice but to put up with him since there weren't any better options. Alan stared at his phone, his gaze flickering uncontrollably. His wolf was teetering on the edge of losing control. Eden lost it right there at the ceremony. "It's all fake! Every last one of them! Stop looking!"

My chest seemed to be on fire. “Are you insane?” The stranger grabbed the cigarette from my hand. “Have you ever smoked in your life?” I rolled my eyes at him, “My first time.” I replied. “And you thought it was wise to just walk up to a stranger and grab his cigarettes? Crazy.” he turned away, dragging on his cigarette again like I hadn't just put my saliva all over it. I chuckled, “I know right. It's crazy. Everything in my life right now is crazy. I don't make sense. Nothing makes sense.”

“I know something is off. That’s not Laurel upstairs. Her mannerisms are all wrong. Her habits. Her eyes. The handwriting style on Morel's school note last week did not resemble Laurel's handwriting. I squeezed the stair railing harder while my blood turned to ice. Dr. Shawty urged me to lower my voice while scanning the area quickly. You may be correct but you shouldn’t accuse people like that. It’s more complicated than you think.” My legs trembled. He was going to tell her. He was about to expose me! “Complicated?” Lillian scoffed. “My son’s been living with a stranger! My grandson addresses a woman as ‘Mommy’ whom he just met and who remains unaware of his bedtime schedule. I couldn’t li

flashback end. She became emotional as she remembered she had given her first time to a total stranger, she hurried to the bathroom to get change, and after a while, she sneaked out of the room. When she got home, so lucky her aunt had left for work that morning, she hurried to her bathroom to take a hot and long shower, she sat down in the tub as the shower was tumbling on her body, and she cried bitterly regretting her actions. Two days later, Jayden was sitting quietly in his large exclusive office that was made with interior design. He was taken aback by what happened to him at that clubhouse he went to with his brothers.