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" Hello everyone! May I have your attention!" The chatter dies down as the crowd look at the elder. Anticipating. " Everyone! Today we found another reason to add on to our days celebration!" " Our Queen Scarlett Lockwood along with her team has successfully resolved the ever ending dispute over the northern province!" " And I with great honour would like to reward her with the entitlement of...the Golden medal for the best and the first Beta female in history!" Scar looked shocked. The title was the most prestigious award ever given to a Beta.

Brie's POV "Thank you for the ride, beta Eli. Bye, Brie." Silvie says as she closes the door behind her and smiles. "Bye. See you tomorrow at my house. We'll pick up our dresses together, ok?" I said, making her smile. "Ok. See you," she says, and Eli drives away. The rest of the ride was awkward. I tried not to blush, but I could feel Eli's eyes on me the whole ride home. Eli kept his eyes on me, making me nervous.

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

But five years passed, and nothing changed. Lucas grew crueler with every passing day. He started insulting me in front of Eva, and at first, she looked confused, maybe even sorry for me. But as time went on, she started copying him I could see it in her eyes, she didn’t admire me anymore. She saw me the way Lucas did: as an ugly pig. It broke me in ways I can’t explain. It only got worse when Catherine came into the picture. Lucas called her his best friend, but I call that a joke

Angelina stormed into her apartment and slammed the door as hard as she could. Why? Because she was super mad. Because men were dumb. Because the rich were assholes. Ugh! She wanted to punch someone in the face so badly. If only she could… “Whoa! Easy on those shoes, sis. You’re gonna wake up the little devil, and I just got her to sleep. Finally!” Betty entered the living room with a steaming mug of coffee, wearing a t-shirt bigger than herself and pyjamas that were so damn comfortable. If she could, she would spend every hour wearing them, but she needed to go out and make money sometimes.

he said jokingly Betty squeezed her eyes shut. Knowing fully well that Mayan was taunting her now, she opened her eyes filled with determination not to let him win "You know what I mean," he said pinching her cheeks when he noticed that sudden serious expression "Ouch that hurts" she winced. Mayan had begun to cut the vegetables, before Betty began she tied her hair in a messy knot and tendrils had escaped, curling on the delicate lines of her neck. Mayan swallowed and his eyes caught and held hers. Her face looked so lovable and pure, even without a facial expression. He was so hypnotized by her gorgeousness and couldn't stop staring at her.

In an attempt to refute Alex’s assessment, Betty vehemently denied that she had consumed any seafood before coming here. Alex poked his finger on her stomach. Instinctively, Betty opened her mouth wide and started throwing up. The vomit was extremely disgusting and reeked of seafood, with pieces of raw fish still visible. The crowd covered their mouths and looked at Betty in repulsion. “How dare you frame Mr. Rockefeller’s godsister? Are you tired of living?” Ted served his wife another beating. It wasn’t long before Betty emerged with bruises and swells, much to Hailey and her employees’ satisfaction.

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How rude and disgusting. Making a quick scan, I’m relieved to see Beta Stevens by the floor-to-ceiling windows. While he is here, he can’t get to Jack. I also notice people in the room range in age and species. Some are mature men with strands of white hair, others are young and slim, but there is one very fat, ugly man in particular whom I suspect isn't a wolf because shifters have impeccable traits of beauty. An ogre, perhaps? My spine stilled when I heard Jason asking Konstantine, “Do you want to taste her?” I can’t protest as Jason stirred me in his direction, holding my hands together. The pale man across the room approaches, accepting to catch the alpha’s offer.

I took it so personally because I was really angry that he was hiding something important from me, which was really risky. "Emily, there is nothing wrong about them coming back later to do the makeup for you. You know that everything is in your hands right now, and you do not have to ruin it. They will be coming back later in the evening to do the makeup for you, and that is final," he said to me with a harsher tone.