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I said with quite a warm voice than my response to his greeting. My response made him to brighten up not just because it was humorous, he inferred that I wasn’t against him petting my dog. “I’m not going hunting today. We are harvesting cocoa around our village. Today is a free day for the squirrels,” he replied, laughing. Before he finished speaking, I stroked the dog on the head. It was looking at me and wagging its tail all that while. “A day after a holiday is always a busy day. You won’t let the squirrels rest tomorrow,” I said, still stroking the dog.

** One year later. The twins’ first birthday was a whirlwind of balloons, cake, and laughter. Alejandro and Antonio—named after Andres’ grandfathers—clapped their tiny hands as the family sang, their giggles filling the air. Celia sat nearby, frail but smiling, her eyes shining as she watched her grandsons. Shortly after the twins celebrated their first birthday, the house was quiet. Celia lay in her bed, surrounded by family. Ainara held her hand while Santino held the other. Andres was there with Jaime, who couldn’t stop sobbing even though he knew this moment would come.

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

dad continued as he schooled me with his eyes. "This is a mighty pack and you need guts to run it as an alpha," Santiago added as gulped the whiskey. "Without wasting I want to talk about that girl," he posed and stared at me as if was reading my mind. My thoughts flashbacked to Kelly, Alpha Khalid's pretty daughter. Ooh... The plans were this serious, but how first? Wouldn't they mind my decision as well? "Kelly! It was pleasure.... " "Luciana," he snapped me from my small wirld. It was like a thunderbolt that had scattered my territory.

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.

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I know all these shits: I have my daily dose with my breakfast every morning. Today I was way more curious to know what these news-seeking people would write about me and my fiancée. The picture of me and Inessa leaving together hand in hand, or she sitting on my lap is trending all over social media, there is a hashtag related to us, a new couple name invented Brinessa and gosh, so many other hashtags. Some people are posting our pictures, again and again, the picture where Inessa is on my lap is the topic of discussion between the online community. I don’t use any social media account but today I created one on I*******m and Twitter to know the drama that is going around our engagement. Of