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he said, fumbling with the remote. “What is it?” I demanded, my voice tight. “The TV… it’s news. Nationwide,” he said, barely able to finish. I followed him quickly, ignoring the burning ache in my gut. The moment I saw the screen, fury ignited like a wildfire. There she was. Valeria. My queen. Labeled a dangerous criminal. Dock footage played repeatedly. The reporters’ voices overlapped. “…Valeria is wanted for murder of a federal officer…” “…escaped custody last night… led a human trafficking ring…”

she sighed, wiggled her brows at me “You are disgusting” I laughed, rolling my eyes. Valerie was French but her mother was American and they had moved over to the states when her parents divorced due to her father’s infidelities. She had applied to art school at almost the same time that I had and we had been friends ever since. We rented an apartment together but it was mainly mine because Valerie was always at her boyfriend’s and then other men whenever her boyfriend upset her which was what she always classified their fights as.

Valerie was stunning! Valerie's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders in luscious waves, framing a face that could have graced the cover of any magazine. Her green eyes sparkled with warmth and intelligence, holding a depth that spoke of a life fully lived. Even in a simple blouse and jeans, Valerie exuded an effortless grace and beauty that left Riley feeling plain and unremarkable in comparison.

But then it dawned upon me. “ Photoshop is no big deal. ” I shrugged my shoulders. “ Seriously, Sky? ” She scoffed, turning the screen her way. “ How about this then? ” She tapped on the screen and showed it to me again. I glared at her before looking at the screen. She pressed the play button and the videos started playing. Valerie was straddling Rush’s lap as he kissed her neck. She was the one recording the video while a lopsided grin was playing on her lips.

It was a video file from an unknown number. Ethan pulled away, his eyes narrowing as he reached for the phone. He pressed play. The screen showed a grainy, dimly lit room. My father, Victor, was tied to a chair. He looked older, his face bruised and swollen. Standing behind him wasn't Silas. It was a woman I recognized from the wine tasting—Cassandra Reed. She wasn't wearing her porcelain doll smile now. She was holding a suppressed pistol to my father’s temple.

“What I do and who I get information from is my business. And I know Chase only wants my body. I know the truth, Reese, and I’m going to get to the root of it. I’m going to make everyone who hurt me suffer. Everyone.” Her words struck me like a physical blow, and my mind raced with fear and frustration. “You can’t do this. You can’t go after Cynthia. She’s dangerous, Valeria. If she can kill an alpha, she can kill you too.” I warned sternly, but she was adamant. Valeria’s eyes flashed with anger, and she misinterpreted my concern as an insult.

On Valentine's Day, I waited for my husband at the restaurant where he had made a reservation. My heart was full of love. I had just become pregnant with our baby. Suddenly, eight women barged into the restaurant. The one leading the charge was a woman dressed in a halter top, tight leather pants, and stilettos. The waiter approached them, “Hello, miss. Do you have a reservation? I’m afraid we are fully booked for the night.” The woman shoved the waiter away and hissed, “Move! I’m here to catch my boyfriend in the act!

Valerie sneered “You won't want to step on my toe, Valerie.” Kelvin warned. “Watch me do” Valerie spat as the elevator door opened. She sauntered out the door, leaving a fuming kelvin behind. He really did underestimate her, he shouldn't even try to get on her bad side. Valerie snickered in anger, throwing her hair backwards for emphasis. She had an important meeting that day, and she wasn't letting anything take her excitement away from it.

“How dramatic.” Adrian took a step forward, his body tense, but Valerie didn’t acknowledge him. Her focus was solely on Selena, her former best friend. “You know,” Valerie began, tilting her head as if she were examining something unsavory, “I’ve tried to stay out of this. Out of your mess. But I can’t sit by and watch you deceive everyone anymore.”

Sarah grinned. "Anyway!" Valerie went on. "After he kissed me, he wouldn't stop and started talking about how we should go to his friend's house to watch the video of him playing. So I said okay. Why not, right? Turns out his friend, who's not in town, has a bachelor pad not too far from where we were. He left Alex a key. Tell me he didn't have that one planned." Sarah was still trying to picture tiny little Valerie with brawny Alex. He had to be at least 6'4, and looked every bit the linebacker that he was. Valerie was maybe 5'3 and was as petite as they came. "So did you watch the tapes?"