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I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.

Because the answer, if I was being completely honest, if I stood in the cold light of what I had and had not arranged in three years of holding everything together alone, was that I didn't have a clear answer. And from the look on his face, he already knew that. "Goodnight, Marcus," I said. He nodded once and walked toward the elevator. Just before it opened he turned back. "She deserves a whole family, Mara. Not just a careful one.”

Sky murmured into my ear. “I can only imagine what it would feel like,” I responded, smiling. Sky and I, as much as we wanted to make everything official, didn't want to hurry. There were so many other things that needed to be reviewed. Many things that needed to be sorted out. And when we do, we can finally get married officially. But until then, this is Alpha Skyler Gale Blackthorn, Protector and High Consort of the Realm of the Silverfangs, and husband to Alpha Riven Blackthorn.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

"Hey Nathan, I was thinking maybe we should join in. My wife here has been really tense lately." "Sure. The more the merrier right." Her belly ached again. Rodriguez could not be doing this for them, there was something sinister beneath the lines. The question was, "Who did he plan to kill this time?"

"How can you hold a mating ceremony with a she-wolf who is already fully mated? Standing before you is Rain Weiner, the daughter of the former Beta of Storm Forest and my fated mate for the past five years. The official documents have been sent to you and yet you continue with this unlawful act?" I turn to the voice for which I would give up everything. Jasper! He has come!...

She rubbed her forehead responding to her daughter. “It’s is mother. I married the same man who is in love with me and I’ve come to love him. So make father see the reasons that this is still a truce, the only difference is that I’m married to Ivan the second son of Vladimir. Please,” she begged before kissing her cheeks and leaving her to her thoughts. “Mia, Mia Lorenzo,” she called out in a stern tone, but her daughter already left her to convince her husband alone. * “Do you think the Italians would take things lightly?” Anabelle asked Dimitri as they sat in the garden, staring at the clouds.

Seraphina's POV “Rowan!“ I called, my voice echoed through the empty hallway as I walked towards his study. But there was no response. I guess the music playing from the grand hall downstairs must have drowned out my voice. Rowan Dumaris is my husband. The Alpha of the BlueMoon. Today was our second year wedding anniversary and… yeah, we were celebrating our togetherness and cheering to forevermore. It was time to cut the cake and I suddenly couldn't found him anywhere in the hall or in our bedroom. So, I decided to come look for him in his study.

Camille‘s POV I twisted my arm hard, ready to lash out, ready to scream. Then I saw his face. I froze. Adrian Steele. Fiora’s husband. He stood close enough that I could smell his cologne, clean and sharp, nothing like Marcus’s usual scent. His hands were still around my wrist, firm but careful, not possessive, like he was holding something fragile without meaning to break it. “You have no right,” I said, my voice shaking despite my effort. “Let go of me.”

Proud tears threatened to fall out, but they never did. “You deserve the love. One last call? What do you think, Xurion?” Mr. Landon asked. “I don't mind.” I replied. The signal buzzed again then went silent. “Hi, Xurion Marksman, please go on with your question.” I spoke into the radio, smiling proudly. It was silent, so I repeated, “Hi, you’ve connected with Xurion Marksman. Please ask your question.” The voice finally crisped out. And I froze. “ Xurion… it's your wife, Circe.”