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“No!” ********

I know the name should be the least of things to be worrying about, but there are somethings that just have a hold of you and form the entirety of your being. I had been directed back to the backstage. I held my head down in dismay. I was bought at a price of $500,000. On the bright side, It was enough to clear the debt Dad owed but on the gloomy side, I was owned by a total stranger, someone who I didn't even know. I had lost the right to live and it felt as though every breath I took in had been purchased already. “Congratulations, bless the saints” “Congratulations, bless the saints”

"Antonio can you do me a favour?" "Of course mam what's wrong?" He said very concerned. "Well my bestfriend is still in the club, can you drive her home safely like you've done with me?" He simply replied with, "I will mam"

This appears too good to care. ****

Different is what I need right now. Leaving the bathroom with a solemn promise to myself, I hop on a different train and pray that whatever the future has for me will be good. After sitting, an older woman is scolding her daughter, whom she calls "Ashanti." Ashanti. I love it. Ashanti Dunbar. Perfect.

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

"What the fuck is going on?" Oren patted my shoulder. "Son, language. You're in front of a lady, a true blue-blooded American heiress. I'm sure you already knew that." I didn't speak as I looked from Oren to Charli. What the hell was he saying? She wasn't an heiress. She was penniless. She'd signed her life away at Infidelity. He was wrong. This was just Oren Demetri being evil, doing what he did best.

DAHLIA Poor Judah, she thought to herself as she bathed in the natural pool, watching as the Gamma wolf gathered wood for the fire; he had a stupid grin plastered to his face and was walking a little funny; after the seventh time they'd fucked his left nut had disappeared completely, riding so far up into his body, she wondered if it was lodged in his throat, his voice was certainly deeper.

I should have add MANWHORE into my blog post! Dang it!