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empty. Rayn's eyes snapped open as he sat up on the bed, looking around the room. Her clothes were gone but when all his hopes were about to crash his sensitive ears found the sound of water dripping from the bathroom. The sound made Rayn smile in relief. She was still here. She didn't leave him. With the relief came her face he saw last night as Rayn's face turned more red than perhaps a tomato. Shaking his head, to regain his composure he got up from the bed with a smile on his face.

He said, handing it to me. "What is it?" I asked. The book looked as though it would break at any second, and loose pages threatened to scatter about. "Why don't you look at the first page." Nigel suggested, giving me what I assumed he thought was a gentle smile. Nodding, I held my breath as I did what he said and began to read. Rayne G. Rivers, Born February 2nd 1969 Parents: Unknown Pack: Unknown Rank: Experiment Confused, I looked to Nigel for some sort of clarification as to what exactly I was looking at.

Not of the baby. But of change. And I didn’t blame her. Because underneath my confidence, I was afraid too. --- Raymond had been quiet lately. Not distant. Just thoughtful. Focused. In the rare moments when the house stilled—after bedtime stories and emails—he would sit at the kitchen table with his laptop and a worn leather notebook he never let me open. I knew he was working on something. But I also knew he was waiting for the right time to say it out loud. ---

MILA **Sexual Intimacy Ahead** What the fuck Rayne? It was more like an impulse than a reaction, and the fact that I pushed him that far away surprised me. I spent half the time being present in the now and keeping Rayne from replaying memories of Tyler in my head that I was sure it was all her. I got no response from Rayne but I felt her irritation. Laughter took my attention as I looked over the edge of the bed to see Gabe smiling up at me.

he shakes his head. Rowan bends to pick something off the table. “Here…” he hands me a book. I frown and look at the cover. Hero Author- Lauren Rowe. “Is it good?” I ask him. “Rayna recommended it…” he tells me. I nod, with champaign and the book the flight didn’t seem that long. I was bawling my eyes out on the first chapter already. Goodness Colby is the best guy out there. When I’m on the sixtieth chapter Rowan tells me we’ve landed.

~~Scarlette~~ I had read in the file that I’d have to see Rayne in the examining room, so Liam and I walked in together. A patient was just leaving—a pregnant woman who gave me a small smile on her way out. “Hey, Pumpkin…” Rayne teased, the same way he always did. “Hello to you too, Rayne,” I replied, rolling my eyes lightly. Liam and Rayne didn’t bother with a proper greeting. They only exchanged a quick look, tension lingering in the silence.

Endless nights staring at charts that only spelled disaster. But just as he began to claw back some sense of control, his phone buzzed violently on his desk. His secretary, pale as chalk, entered his office before he could even answer his phone. “Sir… you need to see this.” Raymond grabbed the tablet she offered, his eyes narrowing. But the moment the screen lit up, his face went white. Rachael. Naked. With another man. His jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might snap. He scrolled furiously, reading the captions, the vicious comments, and the endless speculation.

Dear Reese, Please don’t be mad but I had to go. I can’t sit around here waiting and hoping that Christopher finds my mother. Emma and I know the area better than anyone else and I’m sure we can cover more ground than Christopher and his men alone. Please don’t worry about me. I have my magic and I will be fine. I love you and promise to come back as soon as I find my mother. Love you always and forever, Rayne

Raelynn "You haven't turned a single page in the last ten minutes." I look up from my calculus textbook to find Yara watching me with narrowed eyes. We've been "studying" at her place for over an hour since school ended, but my mind keeps drifting to last night—to Gray's hands in my hair, the way his voice dropped when he called me Sunshine, how safe I felt tucked against his chest. "I'm reading," I lie. "Bullshit. You're practically glowing." She tilts her head, studying my face. "Seriously, Rae, you look like you stuck your finger in an electrical socket. What happened?"

Two days later . . . Ray was at home in the study. His curiosity had gotten the best of him two days ago. So, he had looked up his heart’s desire online. What he really wanted to know about Ava was in The New York Times, which cost him an online subscription to the obscenely large website.