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At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

And yet, this guy's stats improved in every way except loyalty. Just looking at him pissed her off. "You tell me," she snapped. "Oh, I get it." Griffin stretched, pulling a fan out of his storage space. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll keep watch." "What month is it right now? Are you trying to freeze me to death with that thing?" Griffin paused, then quickly put the fan away and pulled out a thick blanket instead. "Then wrap up. Stay warm." "If I bundle up now, I'll freeze the second I get off this chopper!"

The realization hits harder than it should, a pull in my chest I can’t ignore, even as I gun the throttle and tear down the empty streets toward her scent. I’m Tyler Grayson, future alpha of the Crescent Pack, and I’m supposed to have this under control. Find the lost wolf, bring her back—that’s what the elders said. They didn’t mention she’d be a shy girl with hazel eyes that see too much, or that her scent would wake something in me I can’t tame. I didn’t plan on feeling this… protective. But that howl, the way it cut through the night like a blade—it’s not just a warning. It’s a hunt, and Vivian’s the prey.

I whisper and a low growl leaves Gunner. I open my eyes surprised and he’s staring right at me. “I thought you turned that off.” He says, and I nod. “I did. I don’t know how he got through. But it doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t…” He cuts me off. “I’m your mate, Grace! Not him. You shouldn’t be concerned about how he feels. He wasn’t concerned when he raped you. Why do you care?” He asks, and I look at him shocked.

Normal. I didn’t notice Grayson at first, but when I looked up during a break, he was standing at the edge of the field, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me intently. His dark hair ruffled in the breeze, and even from a distance those silver eyes locked onto me like I was the only person there. My stomach flipped. One of the girls — a spunky fourteen-year-old named Mira, caught me staring and grinned. “Luna Inara, is the Alpha always this intense when he watches you?”

I am a terrible mate. "I can't believe it," Grace whispers again, and I glance at her curiously. Tabitha seems to wake up when she hears her mom. She looks at her, completely perplexed, and I almost smile at how her forehead creases. "What," she asks, and her mom glances at her for a second before looking back at Andrew. "He is my mate," Grace whispers, and Tabitha gasps. Shock zaps through my body before I smile. The inner animal always manages to find the perfect match.

WARNING Mature Content ahead. This chapter is strongly advised for viewers over the age of 18. °•° Grisella's POV He crashed his lips into mine, slamming me softly on the door. The guards were watching us but we didn't care. His hand roamed around my body, touching everywhere. I arched my back forward, pulling him into me as my tongue tangled with his. "Vixen, move away from the door knob a bit" He tapped my ass lightly. He turned the door knob down, pushing us inside.

Whatever that thing was, but how were they connected? My visions of Grisha were painful, they were draining, and they were chilling. But my vision of the burning bird was calm, peaceful, and utterly soul-fetching. But why did it scream Grisha? Because I heard it, I heard it loud and clear and I knew it screamed Grisha! What in the hell was Grisha and what did it have to do with the burning bird? For an umpteenth time ever since I set my foot in Varagrafena, I laid awake at night, filled with nothing but questions, and more confusion!

She heard Chris growl a few minutes later. He yelled to the bitch, "Get out!" The omega leapt from his bed, flung open the door, and stepped outdoors. Grace detected his scent on her. As the omega gave her a smug look, tears began to stream down Grace’s lovely face. “Madam Luna, I made him climax," she claimed vainly. She walked over to Grace and locked her gaze on her. "Do you smell his seed on me?" she asked, a grin on her face.

He looks between Samuel and me quickly, and then smiles at him in a way that seems to convey some sort of inside joke between them. "Grace," he says, bowing again. I bow back in return."I won't explain everything to you again unnecessarily, but what you have heard is true," he continues then squeezes my hand and looks at me. "This is Grace. She is to be my mate and your Luna by the next full moon." He announces.