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All to fulfill his twisted sense of "duty." Now, I was done. I was done waiting for the man who only ever needed "ten minutes" but never came back. The banquet hall was buzzing. Pack elders were still raising their glasses, celebrating me. The joy in their eyes was so blinding it made me want to run. The exact moment Julian completely disappeared from view, my phone lit up. It was a text from my mentor at the Werewolf Healer Association: "Harper, the Lead Healer position at the Northern Headquarters is only open for tonight. Have you made your decision?"

When she began to protest, I turned back to the waiter, "Um...What's your name? I need to leave an excellent review in your favor." I had to save him from my mother’s clutches. That was the reason I asked. My mother, being my mum, was going to make that call, with or without Anthony’s consent, so I had to save him. After all, it was really my fault. "I'm Jacob Void." He said and stretched his hand for a handshake. "I'm Fiona Winchester." I said and accepted his handshake, then forgot how to breathe. Control yourself girl, you need sleep and rest. I commanded myself.

Nova chose to hold her wedding in her favorite country, Fontania. It was also where Francesca had been living. On the plane, I sat by the window, staring out at everything below. And despite everything, I found myself thinking of Ian. He had flown to Fontania alone countless times over the past eight years. I wondered what was on his mind during those trips. Was it regret over how little time we spent? Or was it the joy of seeing Francesca again? … On the day of the wedding, Nova looked beyond stunning as she stepped out in her exquisite wedding dress.

Ivory wasn't the foolish type who put her guard down around everyone. She knew the bar was seedy and had many people with nasty intentions. The only reason she could drink away her sorrows without a worry was that Wilson was around. She felt safe whenever he was nearby. However, Wilson was too busy coaxing Belinda to care about Ivory. He seemed to have forgotten that he was Ivory's steward and was supposed to pay attention to everything in her life. The drug soon took effect. Ivory felt like she was burning up—the heat was only getting worse. No amount of ice cubes could soothe it.

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My fiancee, Joanie Halter, and I live in the same city, less than five miles apart. And yet, we barely see each other more than twice a month. Whenever I ask when she's free, she always gives me the same answer. "I've just been really busy with work lately." Then, by chance, I come across her travel records. Out of the 52 weekends in the past year, she has bought plane tickets for 48 of them. The destination is always the same country, where her junior from school, Forrest Jacobsen, lives. She always leaves first thing Saturday morning and comes back Sunday night, rain or shine, sometimes even more punctual than she is about going to work. Our most recent date was yesterday, at the conv

And waits. The debt can wait. The fight can wait. Everything can wait. For four years and nine months. Then the real story begins. END OF PART ONE

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

Forever afraid. One week passed since Paris. Then ten days. The deadline approached. Two weeks since the phone call. Any moment now. Vivienne would release everything. We waited. Tense. Ready. Lawyers standing by. PR team on alert. Statements drafted and ready to deploy. Everything prepared to respond immediately. But nothing happened. Eleven days. Twelve days. Thirteen days. Still nothing. "Maybe she won't do it," Victoria suggested. "She will," I said quietly. "Then why is she waiting?"

Let's just hope she kept to that timeline. I returned to my room and laid down on the bed, setting my alarm for two hours. The most effective way to wait for an advent was to be unconscious during the time you wait. I tossed and turned on the bed half the time I was supposed to use in sleeping. I kept checking my phone for the time at two minutes intervals and every minute somehow stretched itself into an hour. I didn't really understand the feeling I was having, not like I was expecting a wedding or a birthday or graduation. I sighed, the hour finally came, my phone alarm rang but I didn't have the enthusiasm I had before. I got up and shut the alarm. My eyes caught the pass card of the rog