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“Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Did anyone touch you?” Sam winced slightly, overwhelmed, but he didn’t pull away. His eyes were red with unshed tears, yet he forced a small smile onto his face. “I’m fine, Mom,” he said softly. “I swear. They didn’t hurt me. I’m okay.” He tried to sound strong, tried to reassure her, but I could see how shaken he was. He looked smaller somehow, like the weight of the night had aged him in a matter of hours. His gaze shifted, landing on me.

"Senior year Sam went retro: doctors orders. Mr. Sam was back as a guy again, over the summer he got facial hair and his growth spurt was confined to one part of his anatomy, and believe me, it was quite long and beautiful. Indecision time, the docs said he needed to live as a guy to see what he really wanted. His folks were 120% supportive, they even insisted that he had to have sex as a guy. We all talked, I was legal and no virgin. His old air hockey friend was first in line when he was ready. A week after his 18th birthday, when I was already 18 and had some experience, he scored his first touchdown with little Miss Where-Are-Those-Panties here. Sam's parents were on board so we made a b

“You will be Beta of Black Hills soon. You need to act like it.” “Hey if you think I will be such a bad Beta let Kelvin have it,” Sam says making a face. “I don’t care.” “You would make dad serve Kelly four years instead of one?” Mary asks him shocked. “Dad needs to retire already. Look at him Sam.” “I can take over and the Kelvin can take over for me when he is 18. He would make a better Beta than me anyway.” Sam looks at me and winks. I wonder if he means that.

Sam, on the other hand, finished the cleaning of plates inside the comfort room. He walks straight to the couch and read the intriguing choices for his career. He needs to think carefully and need to talk with the CEO. Because his phone is not on him—Sam decided to open his laptop while waiting for the Doctor to come. He sighed, and when opening the site of CAM, he is now seeing some streamers. [Welcome to CAM, find your ideal streamer!] It is the banner of the application as he is reading it. Sam hears a whimpering sound from his grandmother again. He rushes to the bathroom to get her bowl.

"No excuses, Aurora, or I swear, I kill you!" "Killing me on my birthday? Nah! You can do better, Sam." I winked. She grinned wide, wickedly flashing her whites. "Yeah, you are right. I won't kill you. I will keep you in a vegetative state. Better?" "Ugh!" Stefan groaned from beside. "You chose the wrong profession, sis." Yeah, we all knew that. Sammy was a Romano—through and through. **

I think my enthusiasm was evident because Sam raised his eyebrows at me and asked, "What happened to you, bro? Did you get laid yesterday?" I scrunched up my nose in disgust. "I am not a fuckboy like you. I don't use girls. I don't know why I'm even friends with someone like you." I said, shaking my head. "Same," Brian said. Sam chuckled and slapped my arm. His slaps are deadly, I tell you. "Ow! Don't do that." I said as rubbed my arm which he had slapped. "You two love me and you two also need to grow up! You are seventeen and still not had sex!" He gave me a disbelieving look.

The bench is there. Sam is sitting on the bench. He is older than twelve. He is the age he would be if he had lived. Twenty-four. Twenty-five. I do not know. I have stopped counting. "Laura," he says. "Sam." "You did it." "I did." "How do you feel." "Terrified." "Good." "Good?" "Terrified means you are doing something that matters. Comfort means you are staying in one place. Terrified means you are moving." "That is exactly what Damon said."

Boss says. ****** 1 hour ago: Daddy, you already said yes when we asked you! You even promised! You can't take back your promise!" Sammy protested. If you ask who Sammy is, she is the daughter of Jace and Jon and is 3 years old. She and Sam are twins, and their favorite uncle is none other than Alex. "When did I agree to that? I don't recall agreeing to my 3-year-old daughter wearing makeup, Sammy." Jon couldn't believe what he was hearing—was he actually in the middle of an argument with his 3-year-old daughter? What kind of sh*t was this?

“I have not reached the age of majority in this state.” “Believe me, I know,” Sam said, my hand still in his. “That’s one of the reasons i didn’t intend to kiss you until you were closer to your eighteenth birthday, but dammit, Harlow, I couldn’t help myself.” “And when it comes to… other things?” I don’t know why I went there. It was dangerous ground, ground I should know better than to tread on. Sam cleared his throat. “I’m gonna have to find some sort of will power like none I’ve ever had before.”

“The fire is nearly hot enough Alpha. We are set up in the back.” Samantha’s aura turned cold and dark. “Anyone who wants to watch is welcome to, as long as they are over the age of 16... parental discretion is advised.” And she grabbed him by the back of his neck again and dragged him off to his doom. “Maybe when you meet the Goddess you can explain to her how she was wrong....” ~~~~