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“She is only loyal to herself, and she wants to be Luna. Her only obstacle is her current Luna. She will do anything as long as she is paid well. Her name is Zoey, and she has access to all parts of the pack house.” This was a really good start but at the moment I wanted to enjoy myself. “Meet me back here at 9am sharp. We will go over our plan then. Enjoy yourself for the night…I know I will.” I said as I left the table and found myself two whores to play with for the night. ZOEY POV

she commented, nodding toward my phone with her chin. God… She wasn’t entirely wrong. It was true that I was trying so hard to keep Peter at a distance when what I really wanted was to be with him right now. Screw this boring brunch—I wanted to be having fun with the boy I loved. So I gave a half-hearted smile. “Sometimes things aren’t what they seem.” She nodded. “I know that all too well.” She extended her hand to me in greeting. “I’m Zoey Lee, but you can just call me Zoey.”

RAINA Zoe's words sat in my chest for days. Men like that don't notice women like us by accident. I told myself she was being dramatic. Zoe was always like that. She was a blogger who wrote articles for a living. She saw stories everywhere. She found patterns in things that were just coincidence. She had warned me about boys in high school who turned out to be perfectly fine and predicted disaster about a roommate who became one of my closest friends. Zoe was paranoid by nature.

Zoey never showed up again, and my life resumed its peace. But two weeks later, a few police officers showed up at the welfare center. They showed me their identification, their expressions serious as they asked, "Are you Caleb Jackson?" "That's me." "We would like to ask you some questions. A few days ago, the frozen body of a female was discovered in a park in the city center." The officer showed me a photo, and the gaunt woman in tattered clothing was indeed Zoey. She was curled up on a park bench, covered with several sheets of newspaper—and it was obvious that she'd stopped breathing.

They look at each other, and we can see they are mindlinking, but then they look at us and smile. “That sounds perfect,” Ryder says, and we sit on the couches. “Would you tell us about your first mate?” Nadia asks Parker softly, and he nods his head. “Her name is Zoey. We found her the day we turned 18. She was the daughter of one of the warrior families, though she was not a fighter.” Parker starts. “She was kind, warm. And she loved being around the other pack members. And wanted to be a doctor, and we agreed she should follow that dream.” Ryder, tell us.

I went into the library in search of a book to read, and after selecting a romance fantasy novel, I took a seat at the far end of the library, close to the window with the marvellous view of the garden. I started reading, getting lost in the world of fantasy, until I was disturbed by a knock on the door and Zoey coming in. She looked around the library as if she were searching for something before she settled on me, and she walked towards me with a smile on her face. I smiled back at her with my eyebrows raised, wondering why she was here.

He wandered why there should be blood in a Home Economics class 📛📛📛📛📛📛📛📛📛 The beige coloured Wall of the room matched the white of the ceiling. The calm, rustic breeze rustled her fluffy pink curtains, stacks of book lined up adjacent to the walls. A pair of fluffy rabbit slippers were on the foot of her bed, Zoey lay, belly down on her bed scrolling through her phone, she tapped on the picture app on her phone and scrolled through the pictures of her mom and dad and waverly. She clicked on another picture, this one taken at the beach, the camera captured Zoey and Waverly who were in the low tide flinging handfuls of water to each other. Their laughing faces were red and their smile

I didn’t even know what to say to Zoey to convince her to leave with me, but I was determined to leave Sean’s house with her. “So you call this unsafe place your home? You’d rather stay here where his countless enemies can access and attack you anytime?” Without hesitation, Zoey nodded. “Yes, it’s better than staying with you… the same man who humiliated me in front of everybody and let his sidechick get away with framing me for murder,” her voice was filled with disdain. “Oh, did I even mention the part where she was the one who actually committed the murder?” I looked away, letting out a deep sigh. I hadn’t forgotten about what Wendy did, we were still trying to find her.

Her core started to tingle. “Zoey, cover up.” Zoey pretended like she was going through a bad pain. She winced and covered up. Charlotte could see the shadows of pain in Zoey’s eyes, and it made her heart troubled. “Which pack do you come from again? I do not remember,” Charlotte asked gently, hoping to ease the tension in the room. Zoey looked up, her gaze hesitant. “I come from the Moon Sturdy Pack,” she replied softly. “I’ve been an omega since I was little. Life hasn’t been fair to me.”

, she whispered before she could tiptoe to her room. Zoey closed her room door and opened her laptop, searching for a job as a personal assistant in Griffin’s Enterprise. A sinister smile played along her lips. “Got you.”, Zoey said as she clicked for applying for the job. She walked to her wardrobe and opened it. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.”