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They kissed like no one else existed, Tracey's hands sliding under Peter's suit jacket, shameless. The smug confidence she'd always flaunted dissolved in an instant. Panic took its place. She lunged, slapping the tablet out of my hands mid-livestream. Then, as if possessed, she screamed, "You're insane! Don't you get it? Peter stopped loving you a long time ago! "He's mine—he's always been mine! We were each other's first love, and we never got over it! "We've been together for ages!" Peter's face turned pale. "That's not true!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Freya, listen to me! I was drunk that night—I don't even remember what happened!"

Kelsey paused for a moment, "No, it's not like that ... he's a keeper, right?" Julie raised her eyebrows, "Of course he's a keeper, he's the most responsible boyfriend you've ever had, he's a future businessman, smart and mature, he's a total keeper," she complimented him. "I'm glad you approve," Kelsey was amused. She stared at her best friend who was so caught up in whatever she was working on in her laptop. "How are things with you and Preston?" she asked. Julie shrugged a shoulder, "It's fine." Trying to get her to talk specifics is like trying to pry open a can without a can opener.

I knew Peter was aware of my past with Caleb, his feelings for me hadn’t faded, I could tell, and now, with Peter by my side, the moment felt like a tightrope walk. I cleared my throat, stepping forward to ease the awkwardness. “Thanks, Caleb,” I said, offering a small smile. “And, um, since you’re here, let me do this properly.” I gestured between them. “Caleb, this is Peter, my boyfriend. Peter, this is Caleb, my friend from way back. Childhood friend… and, well, you know.” Peter extended a hand, his smile polite but with a hint of edge. “Good to meet you, man. We've already seen each other in the cafeteria,” he said, his voice smooth but guarded.

Lifting the new painting of him, mindful not to touch the still wet edges, I stared at my best friend's image. Peter at the hobby store had claimed Ian was in love with me. I let the notion swirl around in my mind for just a moment. Which was stupid and dangerous. If I allowed myself to ride that thought train too long, I might grow to like the idea. He was the opposite of what I needed, and I was the opposite of what he wanted. Besides, the idea was ridiculous. Why was I even letting Peter's comment get to me?

Queen Zari takes a pair of shorts from a nearby guard and throws them at the boy's feet. "His name is Peter. He's a sadistic fuck that likes bullying pups and thinks it's funny to beat up people and apparently he also thinks rejection is a valid reason to kill someone's sister!" he snarls and I jump a little when he suddenly smashes his fist into the boy's face.

they all laughed and agreed that Peter would be the one to bring her back to Mystic Hollow now the town was calm. 5 DAYS INTERVAL *. Peter knocked on the door as grandma opened it. "Oh my! It is one of Laura's friends" she said smiling. "Hello Grandma," he said with a smile plastered on his face. "Please forgive an old lady, what is your name again?" "Oh, it is Peter, Grandma" "Yes! Peter! Bonnie's boyfriend" Bonnie ran to the door on hearing this. "It is my boyfriend!? " Bonnie said excitedly as she hugged Peter who picked her up.

‘’everything is fine Peter, she’s just busy right now’’ I tried to lie but I was terrible at lying and he knew me too well to believe me. Peter has been my bodyguard for a year now and he is a hot one too. He has green eyes that remind me of the forest with red flames inside, like the forest was on fire. Shewolves liked his athletic body, broad shoulders and his six-pack. Part of the reason that they are drawn to him is his enigmatic attitude, the mystery and the danger that a hybrid emits. Many girls were jealous that I got to hang around him but he was always serious and not messing around even though he was nineteen and haven’t found his mate yet. He is the total opposite of Chris who is

There, she was completely impressed and sated with me. “You are going to take some sacred vows with your beloved in a while.” Peter pulled me out of my wicked thoughts, making me glare at him. “Get your head out of the gutter for a couple more hours then she is all yours.” “For fuck’s sake, Peter, this so-called good boy act does not suit you. Just go back to being a prick, would you?” I asked him. He rolled his eyes. “But I am having so much fun with this.” He grinned.

Not anymore. I trembled under his arrest. My legs were shaking underneath my gown like it was the most feeble tree which was shaking only with the simple breeze but the thing that was happening in front of us was not only the shaky but it was also dangerous and violent. “Get your hands off her,” Mr. Damelo shouted at him but Peter was one of those person who was more than just dangerous. “Do you think I would. I will only leave her on one condition. The condition is that you should let me see her, Genevieve or else I am going to slit her throat as per I have mentioned before,” Peter said.

I finally snapped, the frustration bubbling over. Peter rolled his eyes, a hint of exasperation in his voice. “I saw your precious boyfriend storm out of the house. And he was looking at me like I had just run over his mom. Like he couldn’t wait to… I don’t know… disembowel me or something.” “He’s not my boyfriend,” I muttered, the words barely audible. Peter raised an eyebrow. “But you slept with him, didn’t you?”