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2,155,196	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156263}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612		Hello there, greetings from Doctor SHEIKH AZIZ, a powerful and renowned INTERNATIONAL SPIRITUAL HEALER, call /WhatsApp ⁨+254787260410 #specialized in the following >Powerful love spells#Revenge of raven curse Break up spells Remove #negative energy Curse spellsProtection spells #Magic spells #Spiritual cleansing Spiritual spells African witchcraft healer #Hex Removal spiritual healing spells #wicca witchcrafts #GoodLuck charms Sagona Traditional medicine #Gay Love spells Real magic spells >The spells to defeat your rivals #Fertility spells >Divorce spells #marriage spells >Native Healing Traditional and Herbalist healings >Madness cursed by witchcrafts >Job promotion spells#Passing interviews >Winning court cases #wining casinos,Betting and Loto >Money Rituals #Opening the third Eye >Business boosting spells and Sales ancient items #Magic Rings >Demon Exorcism #Removing Demons from Haunted houses *And many more others CONTACT DOCTOR SHEIKH AZIZ Call/WhatsAp +254787260410	CALL_NOW		Dr sheikh Aziz	https://www.facebook.com/100086562271730/	343	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462776854_2558566041006000_2968618352897468279_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hr_eC77GsgsQ7kNvgFksa9j&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AZJBSwTnXjq8tyYUmwy5nac&oh=00_AYB3QIaXUShCDjf7FXogVmghG03vD6H98nfaKKWuskpKqQ&oe=6710B8EB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dr sheikh Aziz	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,434	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	❄️ Family Matching Holiday Pajamas	🎁 Snuggles by the fireplace are going to look a lot cuter this holiday season with Bums & Roses family-matching pajamas! Make this season extra festive with our limited edition holiday collection ‘Baking Spirits Bright’. ❄️ The cutest holiday family outfits (dogs included) 🎅 Premium, buttery soft bamboo fabric ❄️ 250K+ mamas choose our breathable bamboo over cotton 🎄 FREE SHIPPING on orders $50+ & FREE RETURNS!	SHOP_NOW	https://bumsandroses.com/collections/gingerbread-m	Bums & Roses	https://www.facebook.com/bumsandrosesofficial/	131,351	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	bumsandroses.com	VIDEO		https://bumsandroses.com/collections/gingerbread-men	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462853502_1268835751141390_8062352666981468340_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=YpjzfDi_wzEQ7kNvgGyd7gY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ASxVP-Qdx1fwxtyFyEeKMMo&oh=00_AYAJBZIrj7JUnvzxBgE_MY9skizWyOMhb_fWKNb3OVGl0Q&oe=6710C2E4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Bums & Roses	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,156,049	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156048}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612		ARIZONA 1933 USA . . #cowboy #cowboys #gay #gaymen #gay #ai #photography #aiartist #arizona #midjourney #midjourneyart	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/pride_nostalgia	pride_nostalgia	https://www.instagram.com/_u/pride_nostalgia	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/pride_nostalgia	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/461337722_8727857387271906_4646406171462483480_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=iHRNNRonUB4Q7kNvgEjkj6B&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDBFgBtN8XTsQL-yg4-aNd3OKgQ1vJrrsPi6lomWa67jw&oe=6710C5C8	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	pride_nostalgia	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,505	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155487}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Pillows that make you LOL 🤣	✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨	SHOP_NOW	https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-	Furbish Studio	https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/	27,833	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	furbishstudio.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462615853_953527703285180_8715113666368782568_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=p_iGXzk1fwwQ7kNvgFnf8VO&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApWaCDbgmF5XzRoTLjni2eS&oh=00_AYCJtVsdkpzY7pARdQewhB9J_-oes-KSZEe4q9FjtlA-dg&oe=6710EE08	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Furbish Studio	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,553	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155487}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Pillows that make you LOL 🤣	✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨	SHOP_NOW	https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-	Furbish Studio	https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/	27,833	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	furbishstudio.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462693680_457360990696121_5809382765849423724_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3S6Gk7v2BQ0Q7kNvgHJ-wrN&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApWaCDbgmF5XzRoTLjni2eS&oh=00_AYBfL9MAPT0qu0c4uQXHg_pUclhoUIxKknlh5zsRvHUmtA&oe=6710EB77	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Furbish Studio	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,669	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155666}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Provincetown Art Association and Museum.		LEARN_MORE	https://paam.org/education/land-place-identity-ina	Provincetown Art Association and Museum	https://www.facebook.com/paam1914/	6,829	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	paam.org	CAROUSEL		https://paam.org/education/land-place-identity-inaugural-symposium-on-american-art/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462712994_1057987019239842_3713673018948834375_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_JM_dGftgKwQ7kNvgHB8eoq&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AK3N4u_9UAqkTxzfGmx4wRW&oh=00_AYCpS0bUNpH4kNW5YNFHeWk-tZzZ_ozBjuqNmpRQPiBR0A&oe=6710DDB2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Provincetown Art Association and Museum	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,686	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155684}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/paradisrrr	Paradisr	https://www.facebook.com/paradisrrr/	6,281	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/paradisrrr	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462719609_1077046977680879_2945197472066955023_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TLM4GmIH9QwQ7kNvgHs8SSY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AGLHxKuxz-MyF_8Dx9-6KbF&oh=00_AYCwDpG4Kk9eJWRk_55dac1TcbpJpZ5n5omxZ85QBicyLg&oe=6710EA77	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Paradisr	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,902	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155317}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Want more chapter?🔞👉	“You’re soaked,” Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I can’t… Because he’s my boyfriend’s father. * I’d just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, they’d already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think I’m finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things were…awakened…today. But because Hudson is perfect. He’s sexy, thoughtful, attentive…. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didn’t want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. He’s never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didn’t try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. Today…today I’m ready. And I’m going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, he’s handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. “Whatcha thinkin’, lovely?” My cheeks flush. “Do you really want to know?” “Always,” Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. “I think I’m ready.” All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudson’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes I’ve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looks…scary. There’s something about him that dings my radar, even though I’m used to seeing criminals in the prison. He’s well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I can’t fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. “Hudson… There’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us,” I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. “Don’t worry about him,” Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. “Hudson, he’s looking right at—” “He’s with me. That’s Preston. He’s…my bodyguard.” Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. “He usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.” Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch he’s wearing today. I’d always assumed it was a knock-off, but now I’m not so sure… The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? I’m a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I can’t even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. “Just ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.” Hudson rolls his eyes. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and I’m not going to get anything else out of him. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudson’s apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. I’ve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guy’s timing couldn’t be worse. “No thanks, Chase,” I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, “Can we both get refills?” “Oh, actually…” I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudson’s phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I’m staring at the picture, the phone rings again—the same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But there’s no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way… There’s a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they both— Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chase’s shirt, the other down Chase’s pants. He’s kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chase’s eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudson’s pants—whispering my boyfriend’s name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes over—masking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. “Are you kidding me!?” I’m not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. “Brooklyn— I—” Hudson’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Brooklyn!” Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, I’m reminded of his strength now. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing… It’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve—” He scrubs a hand over his face. “You know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. This…me and Chase… It’s complicated.” “So, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?” He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. “I don’t want your money.” Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. “I’ll keep your secret, and you don’t need to pay me off. I just don’t want to see you again.” Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldn’t have gone any worse. No wonder I’m still a virgin…my instincts were so off that I’ve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. * Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly tense about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. He’s not just a formidable wolf; he’s a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he’ll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. So…I’m up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and I’m surprised. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me I’ve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolf’s heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today—on my boyfriend’s phone. And I’ve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriend’s face. Hudson isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. I’m surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young woman—twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her—those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists weren’t bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow—ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her… What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with them—of what I could make them do to me. There’s a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. “Um,” she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Brooklyn Knox? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They don’t call me a monster for nothing. “Hello, Brooklyn,” I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. “Where do we begin?”Brooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. He’s all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up… I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudson’s father—mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. That’s why Hudson has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs—especially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I can’t imagine being Hudson…having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My body’s response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legs…there’s no way he doesn’t smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way I’m feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. “So.” I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. You’ve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name and place of birth?” I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. “I believe,” Kenwood says slowly, “that you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldness—he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shards…and some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Aden’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. I’m so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words I’d long ago memorized. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations—” “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. “Here. If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. I’m terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then— Oh my goddess— Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Chamomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. “So fresh and clean…untainted by the scent of another wolf.” Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “You must be a virgin.” My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. “So innocent, so pure…” His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. “Two of my favorite things to destroy.” Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. “Hands off!” he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine.” I rub my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt, just…shocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn’t an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, I’m grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see—” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt’s the perfect length to—” “Please, Mr. Kenwood,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. “I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” Kenwood’s response is to laugh at me. “Darling,” he says, leaning forward again. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried.” I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena’s temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. “Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.” “Mr. Kenwood,” I bite out, “if you aren’t interested in cooperating with me, I’d rather not waste my time. I’ll just let the guard know you’re being combative.” I stand up with bravado I don’t feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Aden’s demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who’s been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I can’t look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor—anywhere but at him. “You looked away first.” He studies me. “Didn’t your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you’d have died by my hand—or my wolf’s teeth. Pitiful.” Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once. I’m enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But also—god dammit—I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. He’s laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doc…” his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing “Aden Kenwood” into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King—or just “the Wolf King” sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another… God, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines… I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I’m seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. “Whatcha looking at?” my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I squeal, snatching at it. “Jolie, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.” She nods appreciatively. “Who is this?” “Aden Kenwood,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He was…unnerving.” Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,” she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she’s not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism…I’m showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry’s. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. It’s a strange feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of “her” clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. “You having fun, baby Brooklyn?” She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. “Though I’m curious…where does…all the oth—" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolie’s gaze. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little—he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. “Davis!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Jolie,” he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Brooklyn?” She gestures towards me with a big smile. “Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Davis’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress I’m wearing. I wasn’t uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. We’re not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. “Come on. We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.” I give her a little smile and nod, even though I’m not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are from…whatever she took… Jolie follows Davis into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. There’s Davis, but where’s my sister? Davis’s eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word “shit,” and then he walks over to me. “Jolie’s sister, right?” “Yes. Where is she?” “She got sick. She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters don’t just get “get sick.” I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says. “She won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit—a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. “Wait here for a bit,” Davis says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that it’s laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some… Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. 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2,156,211	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156213}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Continue to listen👉	Ember’s POV "Dad.." I mumbled, my voice cracked from crying too long. The rustle of leaves echoed loudly beneath my boots, breaking the silence in the quiet graveyard. My eyes welled with tears as I stared at my father's grave. Saying my final goodbye to him was way harder than I had imagined. "Ember, we're leaving soon. Don't take too long,” Alpha Dominic said. I had almost forgotten I wasn't alone here. "I won't," I replied, my voice just barely above a whisper. "I'm waiting at the car," He replied and walked out. My father had died during a fight when our pack, Crescent Pack, was under attack by our biggest rivals. In order to honor his death, Alpha Dominic had decided to take me in to live together with his family since I was now an orphan. As pleasant as that looked, I still shivered in fear thinking about my new life. Not only was I going to live in the pack house, but I was now living under the same roof with Alpha Dominic's triplet sons! Aka my high school bullies. I had always been the odd one out, the girl everyone picked on for being cursed. After my mom passed away few days after my birth, I was constantly bullied for being a cursed child because death shortly after childbirth was a sign of a cursed child in the Crescent pack. As if that wasn’t enough, I was in the lowest social status within the pack, an omega, which automatically made me a target for bullies, especially when I was on a sponsored education at Lunar Haven Academy, a school where only the higher ranks could afford to attend. The triplets, Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas, had taken it upon themselves to make me suffer and remind me of my place. My mind drifted back to a not-so-distant memory, one of the many instances when the triplet made my life unbearable. * * * I closed my locker just about to head to my next class when Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas cornered me near the lockers. Tristen, the most vocal of the trio, smirks as he leans against the lockers. "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with her presence," he sneers, his eyes locking onto me making me uneasy. Caleb, standing to Tristen's right, chimes in with a sly grin. "I see your fashion sense hasn’t gotten any better." I squirmed uncomfortably as Caleb's eyes raked my body down to my toes; it felt like I was naked before him. My faded black jeans and pink top felt like trash compared to their luxurious clothing. Lucas, the silent one, observed with cold eyes. “Of course, she is practically the pack’s personal joke,” Tristen mocked. They laughed amongst themselves, taking pleasure from my discomfort. I clenched my fists, determined not to let them see how deeply their words affected me. “You know,” Caleb whispered, leaning in closer, “maybe if you were a bit smarter, your mere presence wouldn’t be such an embarrassment.” “Stop!” I yelled in anger, fed up with their constant mockery. The hallway immediately fell silent, and the students passing by halted, stopping to see who had dared raise her voice at the three golden boys in Lunar Haven Academy. Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas were basically worshiped here. They were the ones every girl swooned over and wished they could date. Every guy wanted to be them so badly and wished to be in their place. Their good looks, wealth and high ranks earned the respect of the pack. Lucas, finally breaking the silence, spoke with an icy tone. "Don't forget your place, Ember. You're nothing more than a stain on this pack." The triplets left me standing there, my facade crumbling as they walked away, leaving behind a trail of laughter that echoed in the emptying hallway. * * * “Ember!” The loud voice of Alpha Dominic brought my attention back to the present. “Oh- um-“ I stuttered, unable to find my words. “Just get in the car,” he ordered. It was already dark; I had no clue I was lost in thought for that long. I followed quietly behind Alpha Dominic and took my seat at the passenger side of the car while he drove off afterward. My nervousness picked up as we drew closer to the pack house. I wondered what the triplets would think when they found out I would be living with them. I quickly cleaned my dried tears and combed my messy brown hair with my hands, trying to make it look more presentable. I wasn’t about to give the triplets more reason to bully me. Soon after, we arrived at the pack house. “Wait here, I need to make a call,” Alpha Dominic said and strolled out, leaving me standing alone at the entrance of the huge pack house. After a few minutes, there was no sign of the Alpha, so I decided to take a quick stroll around the front yard of the pack house. It was my first time here, and gosh! This place was huge and the definition of glamorous. “Watch out!” Someone called out. I turned my head towards the direction of the voice. It happened so quickly; before I could blink an eye, my face was colliding violently with a basketball. “Ahhhhhhhhh” I screamed in fear as I lost my footing, landing into the pool behind me, splashing water all around. Loud laughter filled the air while I gasped for air in the large water bank. My drenched hair clung to my face as I struggled to get out of the water. Why did their pool have to be so huge! “Holy- are you actually about to drown?” I heard a familiar deep voice say after the laughter halted. Before I could respond, I felt a strong pair of arms pulling me upward. Suddenly, I was lifted out of the water and onto solid ground. Coughing and sputtering, I blinked away the water from my eyes to see Caleb standing before me, his signature smirk on his face. “You really know how to make an entrance,” he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Ember’s POV “You really know how to make an entrance,” he remarked a hint of amusement in his voice. I shivered, partly from the cold water, and partly from the unexpected assistance from the last person I thought would come to my aid. “Thanks,” I mumbled, still shocked that Caleb had just saved me from an embarrassing situation. “Look, I didn’t do it for you,” he stated flatly as if reading my thoughts. “I just didn’t want to deal with the mess of explaining why there’s a drowned omega in our pack’s backyard.” I stood there dripping wet, the cold night air sending chills through my skin. I glanced down to find my white top clinging to me like a second skin, now semi-transparent. My face flushed with embarrassment as I realized my black bra and cleavage were now on display in front of Caleb. I hastily crossed my arms, attempting to cover whatever was left of my dignity. I felt even more awkward when I noticed Caleb's gaze lingering on me, a mischievous glint in his hazel eyes. "You might want to cover up," he teased, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Unless you're trying to make a lasting impression." I felt my cheeks burn with a deeper shade of red, and I shot him an exasperated look. "Could you, I don't know, turn around or something?" “Trust me Ember, as sexy as you look right now, I’d never be interested in a low class like you” he mocked. He threw his hoodie at me and turned his back at me and he walked away towards the darker part of the pack house, the shadow covering his trace. I clenched my jaw in annoyance. I quickly pulled the hoodie over myself, grateful for the cover it provided. The fabric was warm and carried a faint scent of him. My wolf stirred within me, the lingering aroma of Caleb’s scent, a blend of woody notes and a hint of spice, offered a strange comfort. "Ember! Where are you?" Alpha Dominic's voice echoed. I hurriedly made my way toward the direction of his voice. "There you are," he said, his eyes scanning my disheveled appearance. "I was starting to worry. What happened?" I bit my lip, debating whether to mention the incident with Caleb. Before I could respond, Alpha Dominic gestured for me to follow him. "Come inside. It's not safe to wander around at night, especially for an omega." Inside the pack house, the warm glow of lights replaced the cold darkness outside. Alpha Dominic led me through the expansive halls, beautifully decorated and luxurious furnishings. We entered a well-lit sitting room, where the triplets were seated. Lucas's piercing ice-blue eyes were focused on his phone screen. Caleb's eyes followed my every move, his dark hair now in a man bun. Tristen emerald green eyes shot daggers at me, his look cold and dismissive. "Ember, meet my sons, Tristen, Caleb, and Lucas." “Our little charity case has arrived,” Tristen snickered. “Be nice, show her to her room, and help her get settled” Alpha Dominic stated then exited the room, leaving me alone with the intimidating triplets. I stood awkwardly in the room, unsure of what to do or say. “Follow me,” Lucas said coldly, a nonchalant expression on his face. I followed him as we walked through the hallways until we reached a door. He opened it, revealing a simple yet elegant room, it was a big upgrade from my old room. "Here's your room," Lucas said, his tone devoid of warmth. "Make yourself at home, or whatever." With that, he turned on his heel and left me standing there, feeling like an unwelcome guest. Today had been extremely stressful and all I wanted to do was crash on the bed and fall asleep. * * * The next morning when I woke up, the sun had already completely risen, casting bright rays of light inside my new room. “I’m going to be late” I exclaimed after seeing the time. I quickly did my morning routine and ran downstairs towards the dining room. My loud footsteps caught the attention of Alpha Dominic’s family. Their eyes turned towards my direction, the triplets' death glaring at me. “You’re awake” Anna, Alpha Dominic’s mate, and the packs Luna said. Her tone was friendly. “Come have your breakfast, Lucas, Tristen, and Caleb will take you to school afterward,” she said, just finishing up her breakfast. “Okay, thanks” I muttered, although the idea of going on the same ride with the triplets to school made me a bit uneasy. Anna and Dominic exited the room leaving me alone with the rest of the triplets who were still eating their breakfast. I quietly made my way towards one of the empty chairs that had a tray of food in front of it, it was safe to assume that was my breakfast. Just as I was about to take a spoon of my meal, Tristen quickly grabbed my tray of food away from me. Removed the cap of his bottle of water and dumped its contents on my food tray. “I don't think your body would need any more food” Tristen mocked, making his two brothers laugh at his ‘joke’. I felt my eyes brim with unshed tears but I forced myself to hold it back to prevent showing them any weakness. “Get up let's go unless you fancy the idea of walking to school” Caleb sneered at me. The idea of walking to the Academy seemed more appealing than sharing a ride with the triplets but I was already running late so walking to school was out of the question. “Move it, we don’t have much time,” Lucas said irritatedly. The triplets were already on their way outside of the pack house heading to their luxury silk black car. I quickly hurried as fast as I could to catch up with their long strides. The car ride to school was surprisingly peaceful as the triplets didn’t bother paying any attention to my presence luckily. As we pulled out of the Academy driveway, I cringed on seeing the stares of the majority of the students eyes on me or rather on the popular triplets… “Why is she riding with you guys to school!!?!” Diana yelled. Diana, the self-acclaimed queen bee in Lunar Haven Academy, aka Lucas's girlfriend. Behind her were Vera and Fiona, Tristen and Caleb's girlfriends. They were just as pissed as Diana and looked like they were minutes away from pouncing on me. Well... EMBER’s POV Diana, with her perfectly styled dark hair, shot me a disdainful look. "What's this, Lucas? Why did you decide to bring this worthless orphan to school today?" “It’s nothing, she would be living with us now, which is apparently in honor of her dead father,” Lucas said nonchalantly. “So you’re not just a worthless orphan but also a beggar clinging to our boyfriends for help” Diana mocked. Vera and Fiona, glancing at Diana, exchanged smirks, enjoying any opportunity to humiliate me. Vera and Fiona laughter echoed down the hallway, their eyes filled with malice. I bit my lip, there was no point trying to defend myself cause it would just make it worse. Not like the triplets were thinking of stopping the girls, rather they seemed to enjoy watching me get bullied. The bell signaling the start of class was once again my saving grace. Diana leaned in, her voice low and venomous. "Enjoy your time as their charity project, Ember. But remember, it won't last forever." Vera and Fiona sneered, sharing a look that gave away their plans beyond mere verbal torment. They all stormed off allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief. Just another day of my unlucky life… “Hey!” I heard the sound of Zelina, my best friend/only friend, calling excitedly. I quickly cleaned my tears as she ran towards me so she didn't know I was just about to cry. “Oh gosh! Today’s the day, I’m so freaking excited” she gushed happily. “Day for?” I asked, completely clueless about what she was talking about. Zelina raised one of her eyebrows in annoyance. “Take a look around,” she deadpanned. It was then I finally took in the decorations and banners around me. Oh the mating ball! I had completely forgotten about it. “Oh” I muttered sheepishly. Every year, fang academy held a ball where werewolves above eighteen met their mates. This was going to be my first mating ball since I turned eighteen. “You’re coming to the mating ball right?” she asked. “I can’t wait to meet my mate” she giggled excitedly. Zelina had spent all last week talking about her fantasies of meeting her mate and all the cute stuff she was excited about doing. “Well, have fun at the ball, I’m not going.” I said turning to head to my class. With a speed I didn’t think her petite body had, Zelina ran towards me and pulled me back, almost making the both of us fall. “Oh no, you are definitely coming with Me.” the way that she sounded, I knew there was no arguing with her. Not that I didn’t fancy the idea of meeting my mate, I was just scared of what I knew would happen afterwards. The rejection… I mean there was no way anyone at Fangs Academy would accept me as their mate. I would just be a taint to their reputation, the same way I tainted the schools’s name. “Don’t worry Ember, you’ll meet your mate and I bet the moon goddess is kind enough to make sure you’re mated to someone lovely” Zelina consoled me on seeing the sad expression on my face. “Yeah…” I grinned, visibly brightened up. “That’s my girl!” She giggled. “Let’s head to class before the warning bell” she said. I followed Zelina to class, grateful for her kind words. The day dragged on, each passing minute bringing the mating ball closer. Zelina's excitement contrasted sharply with my growing fear. The idea of rejection was too hard to push away. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, Zelina practically dragged me out of the Academy, heading for her home which was nearby. I was glad I didn’t have to get ready under the same roof with the triplets. Zelina began sorting through tons of dresses, throwing one after another onto her bed. "You need to find the perfect dress for the ball," she declared excitedly. Soon after we were fully dressed and my makeup done. I felt like a completely different person, I felt beautiful... As evening reached, the moon showed its beautiful appearance. It was a full moon tonight. Zelina and I headed out towards the academy were the mating ball was been held. I take in a deep breath before entering the large hall. The sounds of laughter and music filled the air as we entered the grand hall. Couples twirled on the dance floor, their happiness evident. Zelina grabbed my hand, pulling me into the lively crowd. I quickly noticed that none of the triplets were present, they were already nineteen and still hadn’t found their mate. I guess they weren’t interested in showing up for the mating ball after last year's disappointment. Their girlfriends on the other hand were present and sulking at the corner. They caught sight of me looking their way and glared at me in anger. I turned away from them and tried to enjoy the night without getting my mood spoiled my them. As the ball came to an end, I was still unable to find my mate. Zelina had already found her mate and was away somewhere else with him. Now I was all alone, mateless. Of course the moon goddess didn’t think I deserved a mate too. Staring at the couples dancing became too painful to look out so I ran out into the dark night. Just then a delicious scent hit me like a ton of bricks. My wolf leapt in delight, eager to find out where this scent was coming from. I followed the scent eagerly like a child after its treat. As I walked farther along the Academy backyard, the scent seemed to grow more intense and sharper. I was near… “Mate!” I heard three deep voices growl loudly making me freeze on my spot. The voices were way too familiar… I turned slowly behind me and my mouth dropped as I stared back at the strikingly handsome faces of Lucas, Tristen and Caleb. The Alpha triplets are my mates!?!?!	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2,156,230	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156231}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Download for free now❤	'Sometimes the strongest women are the ones who love beyond all faults, cry behind closed doors and fight battles that nobody knows about' ~ Farzana Baig Italy. Spain. France. England. Australia. There are so many amazing options but I can only pick one yet whichever one I pick is one which could strongly impact the rest of my life or at least the next few years of my life because this isn't just a vacation, it's more of a temporary staycation. "Can I help you, ma'am?" An effeminate voice with a southern twang asks me. I narrow my eyes from the board on the wall to the young man behind the desk who was looking at me with a big, bright smile on his glossy lips. "Actually, you can...do you fancy playing Russian roulette with me?" I ask him with a smile and he looks at me like I've lost my qmind. 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The Carpenter, Black and Tate families are the top three most powerful, influential and richest families in New York's elite and the fact that two of these families were joining together through marriage was a big freaking deal but I didn't care about any of that. I loved Dylan and I had loved him ever since I first set my eyes on him when I was sixteen, we were childhood sweethearts and had dated each other ever since our high school days. He's the love of my life, the man of my dreams, so when he proposed to me in Bali, the answer was a given and I couldn't have been any happier but then my whole world came crashing down the night of my engagement party, the night that was supposed to be one of the best nights of my life turned into pure hell. What happened was, Dylan had gone AWOL right before we were supposed to make the official announcement, so I went looking for him but I wasn't expecting to see what I saw when I finally found him. I found Dylan in our hotel room with my brother Luca and both had nothing on. I can't even begin to describe to you how painful it was to see the love of my life and my beloved older brother who I love so freaking much entangled the way that they were. I was so heartbroken and devastated that I didn't even stay to hear their sorry excuses. I quickly left the room and the hotel altogether because honestly, there's nothing they could say or even do that would be good enough for me to accept or even forgive. After I left the hotel, I went to a nearby bar where I drank all of my pain and sorrows away. I ended up getting so freaking drunk that I found myself in a hotel room losing my innocence to some strange guy or at least that's what I thought at the time. When I woke up the next morning, I realised the guy who I had been intimate with and gave my precious flower to was none other than New York's most eligible bachelor Logan Black who is also the best friend of my eldest brother Justin. I was in so much shock and I couldn't believe I had been with Logan. I instantly freaked out and panicked because I didn't know how Logan was going to react when he woke up and realised he'd had been with me, the girl he had always seen as his younger sister and I really didn't wanna to stay to find out, so I quickly got dressed and left the hotel room. I then went home where of course, I found out I was the villain of my story because I had left my engagement party without a word and had shown up the next morning literally doing the walk of shame. My parents questioned me about where I had been? who I had been with? why did I leave? how could I embarrass the Carpenter and Tate familys the way that I did? you know all that blah, blah, blah BS. Of course, Luca and Dylan didn't say anything and they were only too happy to throw me to the wolves which broke my heart even further because they were supposed to love me, yet they didn't care and they stood there allowing me to take the brunt of the blame for last night when it was all their fault. Anyway, I took all of the abuse and all hell broke loose when I told them that the wedding was off and I didn't want to marry Dylan anymore which angered my parents, more specifically my dad who hit me for the first time in my life and he demanded or I should say he commanded me to still go through with the wedding. Even that fake piece of trash Dylan acted like a love-sick victim and begged me not to cancel the wedding and even had the nerve to say he'd forgive me, you know ME for MY indiscretions, the cheeky man but I refused to budge even despite my dad's determination for it to still go ahead. I didn't wanna fight them anymore, so I let them all think they had won, so while everyone was planning the wedding of the century, I was making plans of my own to leave and get away. I really didn't want to leave because at the end of the day, my family are still my family and I love them so much but I knew I could never forgive them, especially Luca. Luca was my best friend growing up and I was the closest to him out of all of my brothers which is why this is so devastating to me. It's also the reason why I stopped myself from publically dragging Luca and Dylan out of the closet and outing them to the world so that everyone would know I wasn't the big, bad wolf in this story because deep down inside of me, I still do love them both and I don't want to hurt either of them. There's also another reason why I'm leaving or I should say this was the final nail in the coffin if you will and that reason is because I'm pregnant with Logan's baby. I knew my parents would flip their lids when they found out and they'd either assume Dylan is the father and would use my baby to make the wedding happen sooner or they'd wanna know who the real father is and if they learned Logan is the father then they'd force me to marry him to save face. I didn't want either of those options, I didn't want Dylan and I didn't want Logan, I just wanted me and my baby, so I packed a bag and grabbed as much cash as I could because I didn't wanna take any cards with me in case they tried to track me down and I headed straight for JFK airport hoping to start a new life. I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard the boarding call for my flight. I let out a breath and smiled as I thought to myself this is it whilst placing a hand on my stomach. "It's just you and me from now on my little angel" I take a final deep breath in and slowly release it before standing up and grabbing my bags. I then head towards my gate and my new life in London, England. Six Years Later... "KIDS!!, BREAKFAST IS READY!!" "OK, MUM!!" I plate up mine and the kid's breakfasts and place them on the table along with four cups of orange juice and a cup of coffee for myself. I was grabbing a few condiments for the table when my three babies came barrelling into the room with my youngest son Dayton looking like he was going to a Marvel or DC convention. "Dayton baby, I thought I told you all to get ready for school?" "You did and I did" He said cheekily and I rolled my eyes. "Son, you can't wear your Batman mask and cape to school" "Why not? I look cool" He says and I chuckle. "Yes I know you do, son but you can't just wear it" "Why not?" "Because it's the rules, Dayton, we have to wear our school uniforms and nothing else" My one and only baby girl says before taking a sip of her drink. "But Elijah gets to wear his Spiderman costume every day, mum" "That's because Elijah is autistic, baby and the school are trying to make his school life a little bit easier and make it as comfortable as possible for him" I tell him for the umpteenth time and he drops his head in defeat. "Ok, fine...can I wear it after school?" He asks and I smile. "Of course, you can" I bend down and give him a kiss. "Now come and eat your breakfast before it gets all cold and soggy" "Ok, mum" Dayton and I take our seats and my eldest baby, my firstborn Logan couldn't resist making a comment about his brother's attire. "You look like a nerd, Dayton" "Says the one who is reading a chemistry book at the breakfast table" "It's biology actually and it doesn't hurt to want to warm your brain up before school" "That makes no sense at all" Dayton says while rolling his eyes. "Actually it does, Dayton, it's just like when you go to the gym, you warm up first, right? Logan reading a book before school is like a warm-up for him to go and learn" Why did that make so much sense?. I mean, don't get me wrong, my babies are smart, actually, they're super smart, so it shouldn't be surprising or shocking to me that they'd say something clever but it is every single time. "Ok guys, knock it off and eat, please" We all eat our food and I couldn't keep my eyes off my three bundles of joy as we ate. It was one of the biggest shocks of my life when I found out I was expecting triplets and I near fainted in the doctor's office, especially when my mind started going into overdrive about things like giving birth but thankfully the pregnancy and the birth went better than I expected because I had my best friend Carmella there with me and she's been there for me ever since. My kids are my entire life and have been ever since I left New York six years ago. I've got two handsome boys and a beautiful little girl who have all just turned five years old and they're the lights of my life. My eldest son is Logan David Junior, yes I named him after his biological father and his paternal grandfather David Black which is something that I never planned on doing at first but as soon as I gave birth to him and I held him for the very first time, I knew that I couldn't give him any other name. Logan is my quiet child and he's very introverted compared to his siblings, he also loves to learn new things and is always either studying, reading a book, watching educational programmes or looking up something educational on the internet. He's not as sociable as his brother and sister but he still likes to have fun and hang out with other kids his age just as long as he knows and trusts them. My baby is also obsessed with science and computers and is constantly learning the ins and outs of them both, hence why he's currently reading a biology book while he's eating his eggs. All three of my kids are very skilled musically and Logan is one hell of a pianist. He's won so many awards for it and he even performed at the Royal Albert Hall for the Royal Variety performance in front of the royal family last year which made me one hell of a proud momma wolf. Then there's my youngest son Dayton James who is named after my father. Dayton is my little troublemaker, he's my cheeky child who has got one hell of a smartass mouth and he loves to joke around and play pranks on people which I hate and I'm trying to knock it out of him but it's hard, especially when he religiously watches Home Alone because he says the main character Kevin is his idol. I really should've given Dayton the middle name Liam after my big brother because he's just like his uncle in every way possible, even his laugh is the same as Liam's. Despite being a Johnny Knoxville in training, Dayton is a mathematician which is something he must've gotten from his dad because I'm dumb as a chicken when it comes to numbers, he also loves the drums which fits perfectly with his personality and lately, he's been taking air guitar lessons with a tutor. Then there's my little princess, my daughter Teddy Louise who I named after my mom. Teddy is a little girly girl who is obsessed with Disney, she loves to get dressed up and look pretty but she's also not afraid to get her hands dirty. She loves it when it rains because she gets to stomp around in puddles but her favourite weather is when it snows because she loves to build snowmen and make snow angels. Teddy also loves to bake and can make pretty much anything but her favourite thing to bake is cupcakes because she loves to decorate them with different icing and sprinkles. She's obsessed with many forms of art and loves to learn about the history of different famous artists, especially the likes of Picasso and Van Gogh, they really intrigue her for some reason. Teddy also loves to play the flute and can play many different beautiful melodies on it but she's not as into it as her older brothers are with their instruments. All three of my kids are incredibly smart and they attend a special school for the gifted after they were referred there by their previous school when they all started showing signs of being child prodigies. I always knew my kids were special and were more intelligent than most other kids their ages but I never in my wildest dreams would have ever thought that one let alone all three of my babies would be child prodigies because I always believed they were rare like one in a million type of rare, yet I managed to birth three, that's crazy. "Mum" Dayton's cute, adorable voice broke me from my thoughts. "Yes, baby" "Can I have some more juice, please?" "Of course you can, do you two want some more as well?" I ask Logan and Teddy who nod their hands. I grab the jug of juice and fill up their glasses before sitting back down in my chair. "Thanks, mum" My babies said in unison while smiling and I smiled back at them. "You're welcome, babies" I said as I heard a noise coming from the front door which I knew was the mail. I once again get up from my chair and go to see what junk I've been sent today. I wasn't expecting anything important because all of my bills have been paid for and are up to date, so I wasn't expecting anything more than just junk mail and takeaway leaflets which they seriously need to stop giving us, the internet is a thing, folks. I let out a breath as I look through the pile but my eyes narrowed and I was confused/scared when one of the letters caught my attention for several reasons. The first reason is because of the American stamps and the address which are in the corners of the envelope. The latter is something the majority of the UK don't do, so that struck me as odd and the second reason is the very familiar handwriting on it which I immediately recognised as my grandfather Joseph's handwriting. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my anxiety had spiked as I continued to look at the envelope and they got worse as my fingers danced over the Christmas stamp which had been used to seal the letter. I didn't know what was in the letter but it was enough to make me feel panicked and nervous because nobody from my previous life except for Carmella knows where I live now, so how in on earth has my grandpa found out where I am? and why is he writing to me? what does he want?. "Mum, we need to go, we're going to be late" Teddy says and I look up to see all three of my kids standing in the hallway putting on their coats, hats, scarves and gloves. It's December and the weather is cold which is something I'm used to as a native of New York but in the UK, the mornings always seem really bitter, so I make sure we're all wrapped up warm whenever we leave the house. I place the pile of letters on the side cabinet and go to put on my coat and accessories before grabbing my bag and making sure I've got everything I need including my phone, purse, house keys and car keys. "Are you ready to go, babies?" "Yep" "Mmm-hmm" "Yes, mum" The kids all say at the same time. "Have you got your book bags and packed lunches?" I ask them and they all nod their heads. "Ok, let's go" We leave our home and head towards the car. I make sure all of the kids are safely strapped in before getting in myself, we then set off for their school as we sing along to the Christmas songs which were playing on the radio. Christmas has always been my favourite time of the year and it's also my kids favourite as well. This time of year is also always really bittersweet for me because Christmas with my family used to be amazing and we'd always have so much fun. It was the one time of the year when we'd all gather together and stay at my parent's mansion for the entire holiday and we'd celebrate it in style. I really wish I could go back to those times. There's nothing I'd love more than for my babies to have a REAL family Christmas with our family maybe even with their father and his family but I highly doubt this will happen anytime soon. It's crazy how fast our lives can change within the blink of an eye and sometimes you don't even know it's happening until it's already happened. The past six years have been a crazy whirlwind and I've had to get used to a lot of changes in my life since I moved to London but now I'm happily settled and living my best life, well, I'm living as great of a life as I possibly can without my beloved family here with me. There was a time when my family and I were extremely close, we would always see and talk with each other every day and we always did anything and everything for one another but all of that changed and I saw a totally different side to my family after Dylan and Luca's betrayal. I always used to think I had the perfect family, the perfect parents, the perfect grandparents and the perfect older brothers and in a way, I still feel that way about them but I also can't forget the immediate change in them when I found out my older brother was screwing my fiance. The betrayal left me a heartbroken mess and it changed my entire life forever, it also changed all of the plans I had made for my future. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a school teacher, I wanted to teach the future generation and prepare them for the next stages of their lives. A few months before everything happened six years ago, I was offered a place at one of the best colleges in New York to get my teaching degree but then my relationship broke down and the perfect future I had planned with Dylan had gone up in flames along with everything else. I no longer had any desire to get my teaching degree but I needed to find a steady income so that I could provide for myself and the triplets because I knew my savings which was a very substantial amount of money wouldn't last me forever. I wasn't used to living like this because I was born a millionaire heiress, I had always lived a life of luxury and I never had to worry about anything, so to now live knowing money was running out was kind of scary, especially since I now had three extra mouths to feed and I didn't want my kids to grow up differently to how I did. Don't get me wrong I wasn't a spoiled little rich girl or anything like that but I lived a comfortable life with no worries and I wanted the same for my kids as well. I didn't want them to grow up worrying about things that they shouldn't have to which I know they would've done because they're really smart and they would've immediately sensed when something was wrong. Anyway, I knew I needed to make some decent money and fast but I didn't know how. That was until one day when I was watching some soppy rom-com movie which was based on some old book and it unlocked a brand new passion inside of me, a passion which I never knew existed if I'm being perfectly honest with you. I always loved to read and loved nothing more than to get lost in a good book but I never once saw myself as a writer because I didn't think I was creative enough to be one. All of that changed as soon as I put pen to paper or my fingers to my laptop I should say and that's when magic happened. Within two months, I had finished and completed my first book The Billionaire's Secret Baby which later turned into a five-part series when my fans demanded more from me. The series was a huge hit and before I knew it, I was a world-famous author, I was successful and I was rolling in the money, most of which I've either invested or I've put into different bank accounts for me and my kids for when they're older. The rest of the money I used to buy us our current home and everything we needed to furnish it and I also bought myself a decent car as well. I mean, I'm not at Donald Trump's level of rich but I've got enough money for me and the triplets to live happy and comfortable lives together. Right now I'm in my office working on a new book and a new series but for some strange reason, I can't seem to concentrate and for the first time in my writing career, I've got writer's block. I let out a sigh as I take off my glasses and rub the bridge of my nose. This is so frustrating and annoying. The worst thing for a writer to experience is knowing what you want to write and how you want to write it but being unable to articulate it in the right way and have it make sense. There have been many times in the past where I've written something and when I've read it back I was baffled. this makes absolutely no sense. I looked back at the screen and decided I needed to take a break, so I got up and went into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee and something to eat. I didn't really have much of an appetite but I knew if I didn't eat something now then I probably wouldn't have anything to eat until dinner later on which wouldn't do me any good. You need to be healthy in your mind, body and soul in order to do anything and I can't focus on writing a great story if I'm pushing myself without resting or eating. I was sitting on the couch and eating my food with the television on in the background which I wasn't watching, it was just on for background noise because I hate silence and that's all I ever seem to have in this house when the kids aren't here. Anyway, the T.V. quickly caught my attention when the annoying presenter with a high-pitched squeaky voice, who was wearing more make-up than a drag queen mentioned several familiar names which piqued my interest, one of which and the gossip about him almost had me choking on my coffee. "Hello everyone and welcome to the Hollywood Daily, it's been a busy week for many of the Hollywood elite, more specifically those within the affluent Carpenter and Black families" The presenter said with a huge grin on her face. The first piece of news she was gossiping about was my sister-in-law Sabrina launching two new clothing lines, one is a maternity line and one is for kids which will be released after Christmas. This will be her third and fourth lines that she's released, the first one being a bikini line and the second one was an undergarment line which she worked on with my mom. "Brace yourselves ladies and gentlemen because the latest announcement from the Carpenter family is one that is going to break all of our precious little hearts, Luca Carpenter the youngest son of James and Louise Carpenter has come out as gay" This is the news which had me almost choking on my coffee. What does she mean he's come out as gay?. Didn't he do that six years ago?. "According to a statement released earlier today, Luca said it's taken me a very long time to finally accept who and what I am and now I can proudly say that I'm a gay man" Holy cow. "But that's not the most shocking part of the statement, the part which has left many of the public including fans of the family baffled and scratching their heads in confusion is when Luca also confessed his undying love for his soulmate and the love of his life Dylan Tate...does that name ring a bell? well, it should do because Dylan is the eldest son and heir of Lachlan and Sandra Tate and he's the former fiance of Luca's younger sister Lacey Carpenter who has been M.I.A for the past six years, are Luca and Dylan the reason for her disappearance from the limelight? has this love story been going on for a lot longer than the Carpenters want us to believe? this is something we may never know unless Luca, Dylan or even Lacey herself comes out and explains it to us" I can't believe this. It's a good job I legally changed my name six years ago before I gave birth to my kids because if I didn't, then this could have caused a lot of trouble for me and my kiddies. "Moving on, we've got everyone's favourite billionaire playboy Logan Black who is as much known for his dating life as he is for his wealth, businesses and modelling career, the fitness model and business mogul is known for having a different woman on his arm every week but is his bachelor life officially over? it seems so after the sexy hunk was spotted shopping at one of New York's most expensive jewellery stores with singer and actress GiGi Addams" What?. It hurt my heart to hear about Logan settling down with someone else, especially with a snake like GiGi Addams. Deep down in my heart, I knew why it hurt me so much but I just didn't want to admit to it. I had always had a crush on Logan ever since I was a kid and I think somewhere over the years, that crush manifested into something more but I really didn't want to confess to those feelings because he's my older brother's best friend and also because of Dylan, not to mention Logan is everything I hate in a man. He's cocky and conceited and he thinks if the world doesn't revolve around him then it should or at least that's how he was six years ago, I don't know if he's changed at all since I left the States. I couldn't help but smile a sad and bittersweet smile as the presenter continued to talk about my family and those who used to be close to me and it really hurt my heart because I miss them so freaking much and I hate hearing about them and what's new in their lives through channels like this. Changes are a natural part of life but sometimes it's the ones you weren't expecting that cause you the most pain and sorrow but also the most happiness as well.	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