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Weston cried out as he feel his soul mate’s pain. He’s too far, too late. He shouldn’t have waited for Millan's signal. He should have killed Millan's father when he had the chance. He doesn’t think he’s ever run that fast in his entire life. Axel’s bodyguard makes a pathetic attempt to stop him. Weston makes quick work of sending the bodyguard flying, trusting the others to take care of him and Axel. All he can think about is getting to his Fated Mate, his omega, his Millan.

"You want me? To plan the wedding for the woman you replaced me with? Using the bloodstain you stole from me as a theme?" "Don't be like that, Leah. Are you still angry? It’s just a job. If you refuse, it’ll look like you’re bitter and still hung up on me. This is your chance to show the pack you’ve moved on. For the sake of our friendship—" "Our friendship died on that floor, Austin," I spat. "You want me to plan your circus? Fine. But I don’t work for 'friendship' anymore." "Great. I’ll have the treasurer send over the standard fee—"

"Don't make me regret pulling you out of that car." "Answer the question. I'm invested." "Vanessa is my fiancée," I said. "I'm taking her on a date. That's all." His eyes moved around the cinema. "And the part where you've been chasing her sister like a seasonal illness?" "I'm over Rhea." His head snapped back like he'd been hit. "I'm sorry, I thought I heard you say you're over Rhea. Which is not possible." I gave him a steady look. "I did. I'm over her."

He frowned deeply, turned on his heel, and marched toward the door, muttering under his breath, “Motherfucker.” ‎ ‎I laughed again as the door slammed behind him. I knew I was right — Adrian could read me too well. I wanted Ren. I was going to have Ren. Married or not. ‎ ‎Then I caught myself. ‎I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. 'You just talked about fate,' I reminded myself silently, 'and now you’re trying to steal someone on their wedding day.' ‎ ‎I smiled darkly at my reflection. ‎Still… I wasn’t going to miss this for the world.

"In her bed. In her fiancé's bed. Did you plan this? Did you plan this from the start, you ungrateful little bastard?" "It was an accident," I said. My voice cracked down the middle. "The full moon, we didn't choose—" "Save it." Marisol's grip tightened. "Everyone will know what you are by morning. A slut who couldn't keep her hands off her own sister's mate." "Enough." Kian's voice. Flat. Final. Marisol's hand froze in my hair. "Last night was an accident," he said, still not looking at me, only at her. "It changes nothing. My engagement to Priya stands."

"I'm perfectly sober. Wendy, do you regret it? Or did you only agree to me before because we were stranded and you thought you'd never return?" I was confused. "Wait... in your mind, am I that kind of person?" "Then tell me—what exactly is your relationship with Dane?" Nick's voice was deep, suppressing his anger. A wave of jealousy surged over me. I thought for a moment and said lightly, "I can only tell you this: Dane and I are friends. He did bring me back just now, and the hug you saw was just his way of wishing me well. There's nothing more between us, not what you imagine."

His casual tone had made the question easy to miss. He turned fully now. "That girl mentioned Alex. Who is he?" "The lead in some football drama. Not even close to your caliber." Wendy bit back a smile—was he really jealous of a fictional character? Silence reclaimed the car. When the light changed, Asher accelerated smoothly. Dinner would be her treat, Wendy decided, scrolling through food apps. Asher loved beef—these lean tacos looked perfect for summer. All too soon, they pulled into the garage.

Angelo frames my face and kisses the ever-loving crap out of me before murmuring against my lips, “You’re fucking incredible.” “It takes two to make a baby,” I tease him. His eyes capture mine again. “Yeah, but you do most of the hard work.” I shake my head. “It’s not hard work.” I brush my hand over my abdomen. “It’s just another one of my dreams coming true.” The End. Next series coming soon

"Who's that?" I sighed, removing my eyes and focusing on the menu again. "No one," I said simply, pursing my lips. "No, no, no." West shook his head, "Don't go lying to me now." I scoffed. "I'm not lying about anything. I have a boyfriend." This time, it was West's turn to roll his eyes. "That douche is hardly a boyfriend." He took a sip of his drink that I somehow missed the waitress setting down.

*** West POV It's fun to live when you see the person who inspires you every day. And my life became a rainbow when I met Kim. But that was only for a moment because I knew that Kim didn't love me. I did everything to show that I love her. I did everything to keep her away from Zach because I knew that Zach was not a good influence on her. I know that her life was already miserable before she lived in the Cosmian Mafia. And now, I'm seeing her more miserable when I know that Zach made his own decision and not the decision that will be good for everyone. I became elusive to people because of that. Seeing her hurt and in pain, makes me regret everything. I couldn't defend her against Zach and