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Riley's eyes turned red as Ava spoke, "he is my mate. Not yours. He is fated to me, and you will die before you take him from me." Eli was holding Riley back as best as he could, but she was ready to take Penelopes life as Zach and Luna Marigold tried to restrain Penelope, whose eyes also turned red. She was on the defense. "ENOUGH! Penelope, he is fated to Luna Riley. You have disrespected our guests and will spend the remainder of their visit as far away from them as possible. A fated mate bond comes before a chosen. You know this! Marigold, please take our daughter to look at her options. I'm done with her and her disrespect."

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

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" I trailed . '" you think I've not thought of all of that ? Fred stop getting angry because I'm more angry right now " I said and he ran his fingers in his hair . " I'm sorry I just .....my life is ruined ,just one night and all these happening in my life ...I don't know how to feel Aria I shouldn't have fvcked Veronica " he said sadly . " It already happened love blaming yourself wouldn't help in anyway ,have you tried asking Sergio to hack into her system or something ? I asked.

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Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

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𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.