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2,759,997	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759996}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	与我们聊天		INSTAGRAM_MESSAGE	https://www.instagram.com/	Marjorie F. Gay	https://www.facebook.com/61558608449108/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Send Message	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.instagram.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481298173_965354292440487_4683356238766411763_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SRjAPVZIM-kQ7kNvgEMtPmO&_nc_oc=AdgTlXHzq9l14ApTF3aN4ffkvFm9J6Mz-ZOpfUK1wd2_UNS3URmEEIWDGyTyucadRLN3_qh1BJkZB12lS60s8Bn_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYCdSIOuB7g6-wI54mkFyIfnRtRh5AEWgDfc0lZStBGNUg&oe=67CBE772	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Marjorie F. Gay	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,995	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Để lại số Phone e gởi Ưu đãi 50% - Số lượng có hạn!	❓ NMN gì mà dùng xong lại KHỎE, TRẺ, ĐẸP vậy? NMN Fucoidan 36.000+ này HOT mấy năm nay, vì vừa có khả năng trẻ hóa dưỡng da từ trong ra ngoài, da mềm mại hơn, giảm NÁM ĐỐM. Mà còn có tác dụng cực tốt tới sức khỏe, giúp ngủ ngon, ngủ dậy không còn mệt mỏi, các chị nào bị rụng tóc thì chỉ sau 7-10 ngày là đã cải thiện rõ rệt. Cải thiện sức khỏe và làn da nhiều lắm ạ. - Chỉ 15s mỗi ngày sử dụng 2 viên uống NMN mang lại những lợi ích : ✅ Trẻ hóa da, làm mờ nếp nhăn, giúp làn da trở nên mịn màng và săn chắc hơn. ✅ Ngăn ngừa lão hóa, bảo vệ làn da khỏi các tác nhân gây hại từ môi trường. ✅ Cải thiện giấc ngủ sâu hơn, giúp bạn thức dậy với cảm giác tươi mới và tràn đầy năng lượng mỗi ngày. ✅ Tăng sinh tế bào, giúp cơ thể luôn tươi trẻ và hỗ trợ kéo dài tuổi thọ. ✅ Ổn định đường huyết, giảm thiểu nguy cơ mắc bệnh tiểu đường và các bệnh liên quan đến tim mạch. ✅ Bảo vệ tim mạch, giúp trái tim luôn khỏe mạnh, giảm nguy cơ đột quỵ. ✅ Ngăn ngừa và hỗ trợ điều trị ung thư, giúp bảo vệ cơ thể trước các bệnh lý nghiêm trọng. NMN Fucoidan 36000+ được sản xuất trực tiếp tại Hoa Kỳ, đạt tiêu chuẩn quốc tế về an toàn và hiệu quả. Chứng nhận bởi FDA (Cục quản lý Thực phẩm và Dược phẩm Hoa Kỳ) và GMP (Tiêu chuẩn thực hành sản xuất tốt), đảm bảo uy tín và hiệu quả. Để đảm sự yên âm cho khách hàng các chuyên viên bên em sẽ trực tiếp call video trực tiếp với các chị để các chị được xem trực tiếp sản phẩm bên em, bên cạnh đó hỗ trợ các chị nhận hàng kiểm tra kỹ lưỡng rồi thanh toán để các chị TRÁNH MUA PHẢI HÀNG GIẢ HÀNG NHÁI. Mọi người đặt mua nhắn tin trực tiếp cho Shop hoặc để lại số Phone để được các chuyên viên tư vấn và dành ưu đãi nhé ạ! ☎️ Hotline: +1 682-396-1888 📍 Address : 1301 E Arapaho Rd, STE # 101, Richardson, TX 75081	MESSAGE_PAGE		Viên Uống NMN Fucoidan 36000 - Chính Hãng USA - Vinamall LLC	https://www.facebook.com/VIENUONGCHINHHANGUSA1/	5,150	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482025145_563840416705082_8476683608747664685_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=KF9TGRtmB48Q7kNvgGzBg9_&_nc_oc=AdikYU9QTjMOUK8QwVCGN3Y9bZdmpDpYZSIyA29rm3vXFVd_q5QwbmfHO2-9mRXMd-kPBW50_K2tm6FS9_gEVqaB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AyBokXUH4wMlfKirUzhMN2H&oh=00_AYBklGyrv9Sc6cujnOOY0eUQdcj4zkkyYeeHExwauAmg_A&oe=67CBE40E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Viên Uống NMN Fucoidan 36000 - Chính Hãng USA - Vinamall LLC	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,487	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775		Do I really need to wake up?! 😅 . . . . . #gaybear #gay #instagay #gayman #gayboy #gaybeard #bear #gaymen #beard #gayguy #gaypride #gaylife #gymprogress #instabear #gaycub #scruff #gaylove #gaystagram #gayhot #gayselfie #bearsofinstagram #lgbt #beardedgay #gaybears #beargay #scruffyhomo #gayuk #bearded #bears #scruffy	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/growingteddy	growingteddy	https://www.instagram.com/_u/growingteddy	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/growingteddy	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/277327403_895779208488252_2232432980597834417_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=Ro4Er3ymdVcQ7kNvgFFvGRU&_nc_oc=Adivib7KP4NqEF9pmE4bFRJhZ3J8ywgz3-jcXJZAvqsB95aaBXZVHMvbpR8y4H1Aqr6dKYo7h_MmB7slcQhRzDuF&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAKuxooMJrY9tAxyFCGR54XjR08lA2Nqcyp_oYzMS-jxA&oe=67CBD02A	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	growingteddy	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,760,267	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2760259}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Watch More Episodes👉👉	As a single mother, May Judd raises three exceptional sons on her own, despite the challenges posed by her family. On her father’s seventieth birthday, her mother invites her to return home for a gathering. However, during her visit, May encounters unwarranted hostility from her father and younger sisters. Undaunted, she stands up to their biases and ultimately discovers her own path to happiness.	WATCH_MORE	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.s	DramaBox- movies&drama	https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/	9,342,432	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.storymatrix.drama	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480990833_3961993764070172_6414353168678119386_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Wo5FMME7n0EQ7kNvgEqSlkk&_nc_oc=AdgQ2jaEe16LWKbXxisSBQJZmpAvDgb0mqHhgPV1HOW0v4FOPLO3AvQw3jPJq0ECu-pDzrTJOtjeXtaXNuKnxk3F&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AE8GEYelSI_GjFIrKpz-mmY&oh=00_AYDZmLLtBjiyxL5J9ats29h9CmNlQTMyHfLNKQu8dvCJZQ&oe=67CBDF51	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DramaBox- movies&drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,299	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775		This is your reminder that TICKETS ARE ON SALE NOW!! Come see this emotionally moving show starting on March 21st-23rd. Get your tickets now before they sell out! Tickets can be purchased at https://gvatheatre.org/tickets In October 1998, a twenty-one-year-old student at the University of Wyoming was kidnapped, severely beaten, and left tied to a fence in the middle of the prairie outside Laramie, Wyoming. His bloody, bruised, and battered body was not discovered until the next day, and he died several days later in an area hospital. His name was Matthew Shepard, and he was the victim of this assault because he was gay. Moisés Kaufman and fellow members of the Tectonic Theater Project made six trips to Laramie over the course of a year and a half, in the aftermath of the beating and during the trial of the two young men accused of killing Shepard. They conducted more than 200 interviews with the people of the town. Some people interviewed were directly connected to the case, while others were citizens of Laramie, and the breadth of the reactions to the crime is fascinating. Kaufman and Tectonic Theater members have constructed a deeply moving theatrical experience from these interviews and their own experiences in Laramie. THE LARAMIE PROJECT is a breathtaking collage that explores the depths to which humanity can sink and the heights of compassion of which we are capable.	MESSAGE_PAGE		Goochland Community Theatre	https://www.facebook.com/TheatreGoochland/	872	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481659947_2966397963516140_8087033963150565001_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=QKiy2HesbzkQ7kNvgG84BTB&_nc_oc=AdjDzEYCPx7P88ljoPb7Ptr5W4VAX0NbsyH8q95GYdxFuj73lZ9UiLAbaVTXhwJCv5Oy7JWIAaT2wcf3NEifKqxn&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=A7Jgrhp9bfGCbrChmAhjuz5&oh=00_AYCAhFH8FpzT4Zn5PTcOer8vB3BR92J9n_lGt4G_i0dYlw&oe=67CBB6E3	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Goochland Community Theatre	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,143	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759138}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	❤️Click To Read More👉	In a "Fking Plane"! No amount of alcohol could subdue the violent swirling that wreaked havoc on my insides as the Boeing 747, jutted violently from the runway saying “Goodbye” to Texas. White knuckled, panting erratically as the massive metal cylinder on steroids, climbed high into the cloudy blue horizon as Houston became nothing but a distant memory. Finally, hearing the mechanical ding signaling we could resume our normal air-traveling activities. Grabbing my ear buds, while switching my Samsung over to my music playlist as my laptop fired to life with its majestic background screen of the Supernatural Zodiac. I know… I am a dork but something about the supernatural always drew my attention, wondering what it would be like to shift into a creature regardless of what it was. Keep Dreaming Elicia. “Are you okay, sweety?” The well-aged woman with soft jade eyes and creamy ivory-tanned skin, smiled softly as she tapped my white knuckles with her slender finger. “Yes, for now. I’m not a big fan of planes.” Laughing nervously as the soft, gray leather captain’s chair embraced my trembling body that was a last-minute change from coach. Why not fly comfortably? “I could tell by that “Death Grip” you had on that poor armrest. Would you like a drink?” She smiled softly as her soft floral fragrance graced my nostrils, recognizing the “White Diamonds” by Elizabeth Taylor that the head mistress of the orphanage wore like a second layer of clothing. “I’m only nineteen.” I whispered to her softly, noticing how the royal blue silk blouse draped delicately over her slender frame like a dancer’s physique. “Shush. Our little secret.” She motioned to the flight attendant working the First-class cabin, watching as the middle-aged woman brushed her hand delicately down the forearm of a gentleman as she approached with a condescending smile. “Umm…Mary. Could I get a whiskey on the rocks and a coke for this young lady?” The lady spoke with a regal tone as she tapped her warm hand against mine. Tilting her head enough to read the name tag “Mary”, pinned to the blue double-breasted suit jacket that flashed her cleavage with a “sultry” peek-a-boo of the red lace bra. Her curly brown locks with heavy blonde highlights, nodded firmly as she quickly turned with those red tinted lips that was “so the wrong color” for her skin complexion. “She seemed “pleasant”.” Her soft chuckle made me feel at ease as I scrolled through my acceptance letter for the International School of Fine Arts in London with full scholarship. “More condescending than pleasant.” Laughing lightly as her eyes flashed with a beautiful hue of jade, gazing down at my laptop with a perked brow. “I’m Elicia by the way.” Holding my hand out to shake as her slender fingers, cupped my hand between hers with a gentle embrace like a polite southern greeting between two dear friends. “Eve Arkas.” She smiled softly as her eyes studied my screen with a bright glint of excitement. Her soft facial features spoke care-free, a woman of wisdom. “Nice to meet you, Eve.” Smiling as the flight attendant returned with a whiskey on the rocks and a coke, smiling politely at the fake Mary as she went back to the gentleman in the front row. Smirking as Eve switched our drinks, slipping me another coke from her bag as she motioned for me to drink the whiskey, while the flight attendant was busy flirting and chatting with the tailored suit gentleman with a man-bun of golden locks. Sighing heavily as the warm burn gently coated my throat, swirling darkly as it hit my empty stomach with a soothing burn of relaxation. “Thank you.” Whispering softly as she waved her hand softly at my remark, pointing to my laptop with a bright smile. “Fine Arts. What area?” She smiled brightly, sipping her coke as the ice clinked hollowly against the cheap glass. “Oh, Dance and Music.” Looking back at my screen, studying the information provided for check-in, housing, and start date, wanting to make sure I had everything in order before landing in London. “Dance and Music, what a unique combination. What do you play?” Her voice held a certain calm, and gentleness that made me want to laydown in her lap and let those slender fingers brush gently through my purple and blue ombre locks that hung in gentle waves past my shoulders. “Piano and everything else. I always had a natural gift to learn, and music was my “safe zone”.” Smiling softly at those jade eyes as she nodded in a soft agreement. “It’s always good to have a “safe zone” but why would a beautiful young lady like you, need a “safe zone”?” Her question hit hard, debating if I should share my story with a stranger or just keep it simple. Fk it! New Life, New me. “I was abandoned outside a firehouse in DeWalt Texas and placed in the care of a local orphanage as an infant.” Looking out the window as the sun’s golden rays, illuminated the cotton ball field of white puffy clouds as Eve’s warm hand gently rubbed along my forearm. Closing my eyes as her warmth stirred something deep within, feeling the hot prickles at the corners of my eyes as tears slowly slipped down my cheeks. “Oh, Sweet Girl! I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Eve gasped softly as she reached into her purple leather Chanel purse, retrieving a soft ivory handkerchief with delicate embroidery of “EVE” stitched in a dusty blue scriptwriting along the corner. Waving my hand as she patted at my puffy cheeks, nodding “Thank you” as she leaned back, hissing lowly as the flight attendant increased her flirting with an obnoxious laugh that sounded more like a dying cow. “I’m sorry, it’s just my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend was supposed to be on this flight with me but here “I am”, alone.” Sighing heavily, closing my laptop as my ear buds blinked “ready”, looking up at the soft illumination of the cabin trying to settle the mess of emotions that swirled dangerously in my consciousness. Abandoned again. “It sounds like he hurt you badly.” Eve sipped her coke, side glancing me as my body went rigid at her words. How the “Hell” could she tell? Was she some kind of “Psychic”? Side-glancing the petite woman as she rolled her eyes in annoyance, smirking at the fact I was not the only passenger that found the flight attendant “Mary” desperate for attention annoying. “Relax. People don’t realize they wear their emotions so openly; plus, the tone you speak of “him” is less than pleasant.” Her smile tilted as she leaned back gracefully with her fingers laced delicately across her lap. “Yeah.” Replying shortly, leaning back into the cool leather seat as images of Bain and Krystal flooded my thoughts, feeling a strange swirling heat creep along my body. Miss Clay, the head mistress of the “Guiding Light Orphanage” allowed me to move out at sixteen because I was academically stable, and she knew living in a small-town orphanage was no place for a “Talented Soul” as she referred to my love of the fine arts. So, the little studio apartment above the garage became my “home” for the next two years. Bain was a drummer, funny, well-built with dark sandy locks that highlighted his natural amber eyes. He was the classic “Bad Boy”, so I was always getting an ear-full whenever Miss Clay saw him over at the apartment. Rolling my eyes at the fact she was right that entire time. It was weird, the whole time we went to school he never even acknowledged my existence, until the summer of Senior year. I was in the school auditorium, playing “Clair De Lune” on the baby grand that stayed hidden in the stage left access. The tight twang of the cords as they reverberated off the tri-level tiers, sang tenderly to my heart as a shadow sat silently in the third level balcony. Scaring the shit out of me as I covered the baby grand with the black velvet sheet, clapping with that smug smirk that made his dimples pop cutely. Kick-starting the rollercoaster of our relationship for the remaining Senior year, deciding to surprise him after graduation with an International trip to explore the history of Fine Arts abroad. He always made me feel “special” so expect my fking surprise, when I stood in the doorway of my apartment, listening to the sickening moans of Krystal as her legs wrapped tightly around Bain’s thrusting hips. Swallowing the bile that crept up angerly, turning quickly on my heel as the door slammed violently behind me. Hearing that “Bitch’s” voice call for Bain as he rushed after me in his ripped, stone washed jeans that I “Fking” bought for him with my “Fking” tips, working at the diner during the dinner rush. Gasping loudly as his hot, sweaty palm gripped my bicep turning me around to face his flushed, sweaty torso that glistened against the hot Texas sun. Thanks to his cardio with that slut in my bed, in my apartment. Slapping him forcefully before any words could leave his mouth. “Enjoy.” Was all I said as the “Lyft” driver pulled-up in a metallic blue Jeep wrangler, quickly getting in with my duffle bag clinched tightly to my chest, tossing my hiking bag to the side. “Elicia, open the fking door.” Bain commanded as his hot palm, tapped on the tinted window with a ghostly outline of steam as the Texas heat evaporated the sweat from his palm on touch. “Houston Airport, please.” Speaking softly as the tears finally broke past the barrier, watching as Bain ran along the sidewalk, holding up his jeans as they drifted down those muscular hips that always drove me wild. Thank the “Gods” I managed to keep my virginity, but I still sinned. “There’s bottled water in the back.” The driver spoke softly as he navigated the highway traffic, taking me to the airport to start the next chapter of my life without Bain. I was stupid not listening to Miss Clay and the others, warning me about Bain and his past. Krystal was his girlfriend before we got together, knowing “full-well” she had cheated on him with a friend only made it sourer. “Elicia?” Eve’s soft voice broke me from my treacherous thoughts as her warm hand, smoothed out the strange tingling that seemed to have intensified while I thought back on Bain and his betrayal. “You’re better off. Besides, you are young, beautiful, and who knows what London holds for you in the future. Enjoy it.” She smiled brightly with a playful shrug of her shoulder. “Beautiful is pushing it.” Laughing lightly as the short blonde haired flight attendant, carted our complimentary meals around with a flamboyant smile that radiated his joyful personality. I could eat that “all” up. OH MY GOD! Elicia, you deserve a better guy! Get yourself together. The Watchmen Elicia: “Chicken or Steak, ladies?” He hummed the words as his hands waved in a flowy display of grandeur. “Chicken please.” Smiling at his larger-than-life smile as he quickly prepped our meals, placing them down with a playful bow as he handed over our silverware. “And to drink?” He winked at me, pointing to the empty glass lingering softly with the woodsy bouquet of whisky. “I’ll have another whiskey and Elicia will have another coke, please Randi.” Eve winked at Randi as his eyes glimmered brightly with a strange red hue mixed with a soft green. “Yes, Mama Eve.” Randi chuckled softly as Eve swatted playfully at his muscular arm, handing over two whiskeys and cokes, prancing away before anything could be said. “Why did he call you “Mama Eve”?” Leaning over to ask her quietly, looking around the cabin at the elegantly dressed passengers against my torn skinny jeans, black gladiator sandals and Black Sabbath t-shirt with a blue tank peeking from the slits cut into the fabric. “Oh, Randi. He’s a family friend that showed up to my door years ago looking for a little guidance.” Eve smiled softly as she placed a delicate bite of chicken into her mouth with a soft hum. Not wasting anytime as the buttery garlic, erupted in a full-flavor overload as the tender chicken mixed nicely with the whiskey that still laced my tongue. Silently enjoying our meal as the vast blue ocean, blanketed the earth below as the white fluffs of clouds danced beautifully over the horizon. Laughing softly as Randi approached with his cart, collecting our trays as he whispered something to Eve, causing her to laugh lightly. “Randi, behave. She’s innocent.” Eve winked at me playfully, feeling my face erupt into a fiery blush as Randi kissed my knuckles with a playfully purr. His blue slacks hugged dangerously against his muscular physique as his white button-up dress shirt failed at hiding his well-defined torso, standing with that muscular hand draped along the headrest. “How do you know I am “innocent”?” Laughing at her perked brow as Randi’s soft green eyes lit up like the Fourth of July, licking those plump pink lips that sat gently against his sun kissed skin. “I have my ways.” She shooed Randi away with a heavy sigh as she leaned over, motioning to me to come closer. “Randi’s gay, but he wanted to know if he could show you around in London.” She leaned back, closing her eyes softly as her face relaxed in a soft humming. “Well, that would be nice seeing that this is all new to me, but I couldn’t impose like that.” Leaning back, sliding the window shade down as the plane banked against the setting sun. “Pleasure would be all mine.” Randi spooked me from my quiet pose as he stood in the aisle next to Eve with his fists resting on his hips, popping a playful wink. “Are you sure? I was just going to go straight to the apartment provided.” Noticing Eve was napping peacefully with her hands tucked gently against her waist. “Non-sense. Just wait for me at the luggage claims and I will make sure your first night in London is one to remember.” Randi handed me a sticky with his number and a smiley with its tongue sticking out as he went back to tending the passengers, nestling back into the chair for a nap before landing. ~~ “Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh. Gasping in shock as my trembling body was plucked from the swirling fog, strapped down to a cloud-like bed as four “Muscular Gods” paced around the swirling fog with glowing amber hazel eyes. “OH GOD!” Gasping between my trembling lips as eight muscular hands, reached from the dense fog, massaging and caressing every inch of my blazing skin into an avalanche of moaning curses. “Such a “Temptress”.” Another timbered voice spoke smoothly from the swirling fog as my body jolted and shook with each rushing caress as my core melted into a vast ocean of burning desire and lust. “What do you “desire”?” Another timbered voice sliced through the rushing electricity as my body rocketed back into the fog, reaching, yearning for the warmth that evaded my body as it plunged faster through the swirling darkness. “Bye, Lassie.” A fourth voice spoke almost shyly as my body jolted awake, clenching my thighs together, panting erratically as the “fasten seat belt” dinged loudly, dropping my head back against the seat. I’m losing my “ever loving mind”, dreaming about “four” men. No, not men. “Sex Gods” or even “Masters of Pleasure and Pain”. Oh, MY God! Elicia, you need to lay off the books for a while, especially that E. Dark. I can’t help it! There’s something about her books that short-circuit my brain function, and know I am dreaming about “four hunks of muscles” devouring my body. ~~ Freshening up, while Randi changed into his “normal” cloths before we embarked on our journey into the gorgeous landscape of London. “Elicia, you ready girly?” His playful banter filled the quiet bathroom as I tussled my flattened locks back to life with a few finger strokes, adding my final touch of gloss to highlight my natural rose-tinted lips. I wasn’t anything spectacular at 5’6 with a little extra curve, emphasized by the black club dress that refused to stay mid-thigh as I strutted out the bathroom with my duffle and hiking bag strapped firmly to my shoulders. “DAMN! Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers. If only he was not “Gay”. Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones. “Well, your text said, “Club S” so club it is.” Laughing back at him as we made our way through the parking lot to a black Mini Cooper with a British Flag painted on the roof. “I know, typical British car.” He scoffed loudly as he tossed our bags into the hatch, jumping in with an energetic vibe as the mini fired to life. And I thought American drivers were crazy. Randi raced through the booming city, honking his horn like a “Mad Man” screaming in a horrible British accent as we finally pulled-up to the club “Subcinctus” with a monstrous line, snaking along the building front. Silently laughing at the name “Subcinctus” meaning “shifter” in Latin. How poetic! Rolling my eyes playfully. Laughing darkly as Randi jumped out, running around the car to open my door with his stone washed jeans, flexing against his leg muscles and that black dress shirt hugging for dear life against his torso as he high fived the bouncer in passing. “I take it you’re a regular?” Laughing darkly as the lights flashed in a dark harmony with the thumping bass, following Randi through the bustling crowd of sweaty intoxicated bodies. “London is my second “home”.” He smiled brightly as he leaned over the bar high fiving a muscular, dark haired male with dark chestnut eyes as he held up two fingers in a silent command. “Stick with me.” He spoke into my ear as the bartender slid over two tall glasses of neon blue liquid that smelled like blue raspberry and vodka. “Blue Breeze.” Randi smiled with a sultry wink as he sipped the drink, scanning the club with a predatory gaze. Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist. The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat. “I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity. Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted. Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short. “Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name. “Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine. Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down. Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly! An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year. Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors. Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka. Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes. Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar. “Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat. Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh. “Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips. “Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other. “The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria. Forgetting about Bain and Krystal, and my lonely life back in Texas.	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2,760,277	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2760268}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	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. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. I recognize that deep, chocolate tone, and it sends a rush of heat straight between my legs. 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Quý khách tham gia giao lưu vui nhộn trên xe. 🚌Xe sẽ ghé trạm dừng chân qua địa phận Đồng Nai để Đoàn nghỉ ngơi hoặc những khách hàng chưa kịp ăn sáng có thể tự túc dùng bữa sáng. 🎀 Thăm Nhà thờ Song Vĩnh – được ví như “cung điện châu Âu ở Vũng Tàu”. Nhà thờ vừa được hoàn thành năm 2022, được xây dựng với hai tháp cao theo lối kiến trúc Gothic cùng kiểu vòm nhọn cổ điển đặc trưng. Kiến trúc Gothic là một phong cách kiến trúc bắt đầu phát triển từ nửa sau thời Trung cổ ở Tây Âu. Cho đến tận bây giờ, nó vẫn có ảnh hưởng lớn trong các kiến trúc nhà thờ hay các trường đại học ở Châu u cũng như trên khắp thế giới. Giữa vùng đất Bà Rịa – Vũng Tàu đầy nắng và gió, Nhà thờ Song Vĩnh nguy nga, lộng lẫy chẳng khác nào một cung điện giữa trời Âu. 🎀 Nhà Lớn Long Sơn: được xây dựng với phong cách pha trộn giữa tín ngưỡng dân gian (trời, đất) với Nho giáo, Lão giáo của Khổng Tử. Đa phần các vật dụng chính trong Nhà Lớn đều được làm bằng gỗ xà cừ và cẩn hoa cương. Tại đây cũng có rất nhiều món đồ cổ quý giá như bộ tủ thờ, bộ lư hương và chân đèn cổ, nhiều bức hoành phi, liễn thờ,… cùng tìm hiểu về Đạo Ông Trần, ngày nay con cháu ông tại đây vẫn giữ phong tục mặc áo bà ba, búi tóc cao và đi chân đất, lối sống giản dị đề cao tinh thần tu sửa thân tâm. 🎀 Thưởng thức hải sản tại Làng Bè Long Sơn: Long Sơn có nguồn hải sản dồi dào được xem như vựa hải sản của tỉnh. Làng bè Long Sơn nằm cạnh đảo Long Sơn nơi có hai con sông Chà Và và sông Dinh chảy qua. Người dân lập bè nuôi hải sản trên sông, từ đó hình thành làng chài trên sông. Nghề nuôi trồng hải sản đã nuôi sống bao thế hệ người dân làng bè. Trong các lồng bè nuôi nhiều loại hải sản, nhưng nổi tiếng hơn cả là nuôi hàu, sò huyết, cá lồng bè, đặc biệt khí hậu nguồn nước rất thích hợp mà hàu nuôi ở đây rất to, béo và được sản lượng cao. Qúy khách sẽ tận mắt nhìn ngắm các nhà bè nuôi thủy – hải sản tại khu vực nuôi hải sản lớn nhất tỉnh trước khi thưởng thức bữa trưa với các loại hải sản tươi ngon tại đây, ☀️Trưa, Quý khách dùng bữa trưa tại nhà hàng 1. Cháo hào 2. Chả giò hải sản 3. Lẩu chua cá chẽm 4. Cải thìa xào tỏi 5. Trứng chiên 6. Cơm chiên hải sản 7. Tráng miệng 8. Khăn lạnh + trà đá 🛏️ Sau khi dùng bữa, Quý khách di chuyển đến Trân Châu Beach Resort 4* để nhận phòng khách sạn, nghỉ ngơi. 🛏️ Tọa lạc tại vị trí đắc địa bên bờ biển Phước Hải thơ mộng, Trân Châu Beach & Resort tựa như viên ngọc trai quý giá, lấp lánh giữa không gian xanh ngọc bích của biển trời. Tại đây chúng tôi gìn giữ thiên nhiên với tất cả nét hoang sơ vốn có, kết hợp khéo léo với những nét đặc trưng kiến trúc hiện đại để tạo nên một thế giới thu nhỏ sinh động đầy mê hoặc. 🛏️ Bãi biển riêng rộng với bờ cát trắng mịn trải dài, là nơi lý tưởng để du khách tắm biển, phơi nắng và tận hưởng không khí trong lành. Hồ bơi ngoài trời rộng lớn, có cả hồ nước ngọt và hồ nước mặn, thích hợp cho du khách bơi lội và vui chơi. 🌑 Chiều, Quý khách tự do tắm hồ bơi, tắm biển với bãi biển trải dài cùng bờ cát vàng óng ả, nước biển xanh trong, chỉ các vài bước chân là tới bãi biển trước mặt tiền của khu nghỉ dưỡng. 🌑 Tối, Quý khách dùng bữa tối với thực đơn sau: 1. Bí xanh luộc trứng 2. Sườn xào chua ngọt 3. Đậu hủ chiên sả 4. Cá dứa kho tộ 5. Ba chỉ rim tôm 6. Canh chua cá Bóp nấu lá me 7. Cơm trắng 8. Trái cây trà đá khăn lạnh 🛏️ Sau đó Quý khách trở về khách sạn, tư do nghỉ ngơi hoặc khám phá Phước Hải về đêm. 📆 NGÀY 02: PHƯỚC HẢI – NÚI MINH ĐẠM - THIỀN VIỆN TRÚC LÂM CHÂN NGUYÊN Ăn (S,T,C) ☀️ Sáng, Quý khách dùng Buffet sáng Trân Châu Beach Resort 4* với các món ăn đa dạng, phong phú phù hợp khẩu vị Á Âu. 🛏️ Sau đó Quý khách tự do Nghỉ Dưỡng tại Trân Châu Beach Resort 4, tắm biển, hồ bơi, tận hưởng các dịch vụ tại đây. 🎀 Xe đưa Đoàn di chuyển tham quan Núi Minh Đạm trước kia còn được gọi bằng cái tên là núi Thùy Vân. Theo tương truyền để lại, người dân bản địa nhìn thấy những đám mây trắng bồng bềnh, trôi lững lờ khi đứng ở phía xa, phóng tầm mắt về phía núi. Kể từ đấy, người ta cho xây dựng 2 ngôi chùa ở trên núi và đổi tên cho ngọn núi là Châu Long – Châu Viên, trùng với tên của các ngôi chùa nằm ở đây để thuận tiện cho việc ghi nhớ. ☀️ Trưa, Đoàn di chuyển đến nhà hàng dùng bữa trưa. 1. Mực sữa chiên mắm 2. Tôm rim mặn 3. Mướp xào tôm 4. Trứng chiên hào 5. Gà Roti 6. Canh măng chua cá đuối 7. Cơm trắng 8. Tráng miệng, trà đá 🌑 Chiều, Xe đưa Đoàn đi tham quan Thiền viện Trúc Lâm Chân Nguyên (Chùa Khỉ) là nơi cư ngụ của bầy khỉ đuôi dài gần 200 con, được Tổ chức Kỷ lục Việt Nam xác lập kỷ lục “Ngôi chùa có đàn khỉ thiên nhiên nhiều nhất”. Thiền Viện Trúc Lâm Chân Nguyên (Chùa Khỉ) là nơi không thể nào tuyệt vời hơn bởi nơi đây hội tụ sắc xanh của thiên nhiên và mùi hương của biển cả. Khi đặt chân đến địa điểm này, bạn sẽ cảm thấy ấn tượng bởi sự thanh tịnh, bình yên của chốn thiền môn giữa một rừng núi bao la, bát ngát. 🌑 Tối, Quý khách dùng bữa tối. 1. Hàu nướng mỡ hành 2. Mực ống nướng mọi 3. Bò Né 4. Cánh gà chiên nước nắm 5. Đậu hủ chiên Sả 6. Rau củ luộc + Kho quẹt 7. Lẩu Thái + Bún + Rau 8. Cơm Trắng 9. Tráng miệng, Trà đá 🛏️ Sau đó Quý khách trở về resort, tư do nghỉ ngơi hoặc khám phá Phước Hải về đêm. 📆 NGÀY 03: DINH CÔ – TP.HCM Ăn (S,T) ☀️ Sáng, Quý khách dùng Buffet sáng tại Trân Châu Beach Resort 4 với các món ăn đa dạng, phong phú phù hợp khẩu vị Á Âu. Trả phòng khách sạn. ☀️ Trưa, xe đưa Quý khách đi dùng bữa trưa. 1. Mực chiên giòn 2. Giá hẹ xào tôm 3. Bò xào bí nụ 4. Cá điêu hồng chưng tương 5. Gà kho sả 6. Canh khoai mỡ nấu tôm 7. Cơm trắng 8. Trà đá, tráng miệng 🚌 Xe đưa Đoàn di chuyển đến đến Dinh Cô - nổi bật với kiến trúc Phật giáo đặc trưng của người Á Đông. Điện chính của đền ở khu vực trung tâm và khu vực ngoài chính điện là nơi thờ cô. Ngoài ra, trong khuôn viên của đền Dinh Cô còn thờ Quan Thế m Bồ Tát, Bà Mẹ Sanh, Chúa Tiên Nương Nương, Cửu Thiên Huyền Nữ... Khu mộ Cô tọa lạc ở phía Tây Nam cách khu vực Dinh khoảng 1km, nằm trên đồi Cô Sơn gần bãi biển. Để di chuyển tới mô Cô du khách cần leo thêm khoảng 60 bậc thang. Khi viếng Bà Cô Lê Thị Hồng xong du khách tiếp tục di chuyển tới khu vực đằng sau Dinh. Nơi đây có cảnh đẹp thơ mộng, với bãi biển hoang sơ và bầu không khí trong lành. 🚌 Trên đường về TP. HCM đoàn dừng chân tham quan mua sắm đặc sản về làm quà cho người thân và bạn bè. Về đến nơi, kết thúc chương trình chia tay và hẹn găp lại Quý khách. ✔️ Tùy điều kiện thực tế trình tự tham quan có thể thay đổi nhưng vẫn bảo đảm đầy đủ điểm tham quan nêu trong chương trình. ✔️ LƯU Ý TOUR 2 Ngày 1 Đêm (2N1Đ) CHƯƠNG TRÌNH SẼ ĐƯỢC SẮP XẾP NHƯ SAU: 📆 NGÀY 01: TP. HỒ CHÍ MINH – PHƯỚC HẢI – NHÀ THỜ SONG VĨNH - NHÀ LỚN LONG SƠN - NÚI MINH ĐẠM Ăn (T,C) 📆 NGÀY 02: PHƯỚC HẢI - THIỀN VIỆN TRÚC L M CH N NGUYÊN Ăn (S,T,C) 🎊 GIÁ TOUR DÀNH CHO 01 KHÁCH🎊 (Áp dụng cho khách lẻ khởi hành từ 20 khách người lớn) 🎁 Giá tour 2N1Đ cho Người lớn: Giá gốc 1.890.000 Giảm ngay 500.000 Cho khách từ 50 tuổi hoặc nhóm đông từ 4 khách trở lên chỉ còn 1.390.000VNĐ/Người lớn. Thứ 7 có phụ thu 👉Xem Chi Tiết Tour 2 Ngày 1 Đêm tại: https://360go.com.vn/tran-chau-beach-resort-2n1d 🎁 Giá tour 3N2Đ cho Người lớn: Giá gốc 2.490.000 Giảm ngay 500.000 VNĐ cho khách hàng từ 50 tuổi trở lên hoặc nhóm đăng ký từ 4 người lớn trở lên chỉ còn 1.990.000 VNĐ/Người lớn. Cuối tuần Thứ 6 có phụ thu 👉Xem chi tiết tour 3N2Đ: https://360go.com.vn/tran-chau-beach-resort-3n2d ☞ GIÁ TRÊN BAO GỒM: ❖ Vận chuyển: Xe 16 – 19 - 29 – 35 - 45 chỗ (tùy thuộc vào số lượng khách đăng ký) đưa đón và phục vụ theo suốt chương trình. ❖ 1 hoặc 2 Đêm tại Trân Châu Beach Resort 4* (khu bên đồi), tiêu chuẩn 2 khách/phòng. Lẻ Nam/Nữ 03 Khách/Phòng. Quý khách muốn ở 1 mình 1 phòng phải chịu phí phụ thu phòng đơn. ❖ Ăn uống: + 01 bữa sáng. + 03 bữa chính Set Menu tiêu chuẩn. ❖ Tham quan: Vé tham quan các điểm du lịch theo chương trình. ❖ Hướng dẫn viên tiếng Việt phục vụ nhiệt tình, tận tâm, chu đáo. ❖ Bảo hiểm du lịch trong nước trọn tour, mức bồi thường 20.000.000 VND/trường hợp ❖ Nước suối. ☞ GIÁ TRÊN KHÔNG BAO GỒM: ❖ Ăn uống + vui chơi giải trí cá nhân và các chi phí khác ngoài chương trình. ❖ Phụ thu phòng đơn. ❖ Ăn sáng ngày đầu ❖ VAT ❖ Tiền tips cho Tài xế và HDV. ☞ QUY ĐỊNH DÀNH CHO TRẺ EM: ❖Trẻ em từ 10 tuổi trở lên: 100% giá tour, tiêu chuẩn như người lớn. ❖Trẻ em từ 05 – dưới 10 tuổi: 75% giá tour (bao gồm ghế ngồi trên xe, ăn uống và vé tham quan; ngủ ghép chung với Bố Mẹ). Hai trẻ em tính phí cũng không có tiêu chuẩn giường ngủ riêng. ❖Trẻ em dưới 05 tuổi: miễn phí giá tour, gia đình tự lo cho bé tất cả chi phí, không có ghế ngồi trên xe. Hai người lớn chỉ được kèm 01 trẻ em miễn phí, trẻ em thứ hai tính theo tiêu chuẩn như trẻ em tính phí từ 05-dưới 10 tuổi. ☞ ĐIỀU KIỆN HỦY VÉ: ❖ Sau khi đăng ký hủy vé phạt: 50% giá tour. ❖ Trước ngày đi 05 – 10 ngày hủy phạt: 80% giá tour. ❖ Sau thời gian trên, hủy hoặc không báo hủy phạt: 100% giá tour. ❖ Trường hợp Quý khách trễ giờ khởi hành được tính như Hủy vé không báo trước. Các ngày nêu trên là ngày làm việc, không bao gồm thứ bảy và chủ nhật. Trường hợp tour hoặc dịch vụ bị hủy do sự cố khách quan như thiên tai, dịch bệnh hoặc do máy bay hoãn/hủy chuyến, Công ty sẽ hoàn trả chi phí tương ứng với những dịch vụ chưa được sử dụng, ngoài ra sẽ được miễn trách đối với bất kỳ chi phí nào khác. ☞ ĐIỀU KIỆN THANH TOÁN: ❖ Lần 01: Quý khách vui lòng thanh toán 50% giá trị tour sau khi đăng kí giữ chỗ trong vòng 02 - 03 ngày làm việc. ❖ Lần 02: Thanh toán hết phần còn lại trước ngày khởi hành tour trừ 05 – 07 ngày. ❖ Hình thức thanh toán: có 02 cách thức: Tiền mặt: Quý khách đến đặt cọc / thanh toán bằng tiền mặt trực tiếp tại Văn phòng kinh doanh của Công ty: + Công Ty Cổ Phần Thương Mại Dịch Vụ Du Lịch 360Go + Địa chỉ: 12 Đường Số 1, Cư Xá Đô Thành, Phường 4, Quận 3, Tp. Hồ Chí Minh Chuyển khoản: Quý khách thanh toán bằng chuyển khoản vào Tài khoản ngân hàng Công ty: + Tên chủ Tài Khoản: Công Ty Cổ Phần Thương Mại Dịch Vụ Du Lịch 360Go + STK: 7687678 ACB – Chi Nhánh Sài Gòn - LƯU Ý VỀ KHÁCH SẠN LƯU TRÚ: ❖ Quy định giờ nhận phòng là sau 14:00 và trả phòng trước 12:00. ❖ Phòng tại Khu nghỉ dưỡng / khách sạn / Resort có thể xảy ra trường hợp phòng ở tầng trệt hoặc lầu, không gần nhau, không cùng tầng, loại phòng một giường đôi hay loại phòng hai giường đơn không theo ý muốn của khách tùy vào tình hình thực tế từng nơi. Tuy nhiên, Công ty sẽ cố gắng sắp xếp tốt nhất nếu có thể ☞ LƯU Ý VỀ SỨC KHỎE KHI ĐĂNG KÍ TOUR: ❖ Đối với các khách có tiền sử bệnh án (tim mạch, huyết áp, tiểu đường, rối loạn tiền đình…) vui lòng tự chuẩn bị thuốc đặc trị của mình. ❖ Khách tử 80 tuổi trở lên không có chế độ bảo hiểm, Công ty giữ quyền xem xét nhận phục vụ khách trên 80 tuổi căn cứ điều kiện sức khỏe và có người thân đi cùng. ❖ Cam kết bản thân và người thân hoàn toàn đảm bảo sức khỏe để đi du lịch theo chương trình (không mắc các bệnh lý liên quan đến thần kinh, truyền nhiễm, không dùng các chất kích thích, gây nghiện hoặc các biểu hiện bệnh có khả năng ảnh hưởng đến người khác…). Đồng ý miễn trừ toàn bộ trách nhiệm pháp lý, không khiếu nại, không yêu cầu bồi thường đối với CÔNG TY nói chung và nhân viên CÔNG TY nói riêng về tất cả các vấn đề xảy ra liên quan đến tình trạng sức khỏe của khách hàng khi tham gia tour hoặc sử dụng dịch vụ của CÔNG TY cung cấp. ❖ Quý khách cam kết tự chịu mọi chi phí phát sinh ngoài chương trình tour liên quan đến việc giải quyết các rủi ro về sức khỏe (lưu trú, vận chuyển, chi phí khám chữa bệnh…) – ngoại trừ các chi phí thuộc hạng mục bảo hiểm du lịch sẽ do Công ty Bảo hiểm hoàn trả theo quy định. ☞ MỘT SỐ LƯU Ý KHÁC: ❖ Hành lý càng gọn nhẹ càng thuận lợi hơn cho chuyến đi. ❖ Quý khách là người ăn chay sẽ được đặt suất ăn chay theo chương trình, tuy nhiên để đảm bảo phù hợp ý thích, Quý khách có thể mang thêm đồ ăn chay để đảm bảo khẩu vị của mình. ❖ Gía tour là giá trọn gói, CÔNG TY không hoàn trả bất cứ chi phí nào trong tour nếu Quý khách không sử dụng trong mọi trường hợp. ❖ Khuyến khích tất cả Quý khách hàng nên để các loại nữ trang quý giá ở nhà để tránh trường hợp xảy ra quên, đánh rơi hay làm mất sẽ làm ảnh hưởng đến chuyến đi của Quý khách. ❖ Tùy vào tình hình thực tế, chương trình và điểm tham quan có thể linh động thay đổi thứ tự các điểm phù hợp với điều kiện thực tế. CÔNG TY sẽ không chịu trách nhiệm bảo đảm các điểm tham quan trong trường hợp: dịch bệnh, xảy ra thiên tai (bão lũ, hạn hán, động đất…); sự cố về an ninh (biểu tình, khủng bố, kẹt xe…). ❖ Do tính chất là khách lẻ ghép đoàn, CÔNG TY có trách nhiệm sẽ thu nhận khách cho đủ đoàn thì đoàn sẽ khởi hành đúng lịch trình. Nếu số lượng đoàn dưới số lượng tối thiểu, CÔNG TY sẽ thông báo cho khách trước ngày khởi hành 05 ngày và sẽ thỏa thuận lại ngày khởi hành mới hoặc hoàn trả lại toàn bộ số tiền cho khách đã đăng kí trước đó. ❖ Các hình ảnh trong tour sẽ được sử dụng để quảng bá thương hiệu của CÔNG TY. 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2,759,637	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759634}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Free chapters available on MangaPlaza!		WATCH_MORE	https://mangaplaza.com/special/z202412-001-ilove/?	MangaPlaza PR	https://www.facebook.com/61563294480911/	354	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch More	mangaplaza.com	CAROUSEL		https://mangaplaza.com/special/z202412-001-ilove/?argument=baN2Ldxx&dmai=a676bb9b7acde8&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=display&utm_campaign=mp2_promo_FB_{{campaign.name}}_{{adset.name}}_{{ad.name}}_0303002345	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/471918640_608590484950103_4003462135921366537_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=q2z8om6ox-sQ7kNvgGSQx-o&_nc_oc=AdhHennAgZNgwMEKUIzKxCVkfKd-LT5XPztJDsAThWavVF10-_Le-T-SIAfZKVYkzmquAPmEcvvY6m3l7DSx0yit&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A26LZqcOCldr9AjR3jQlCJ6&oh=00_AYC60LfwiD1CWrV-QRxHW9SASdZ0T5kD4aA5E_v97kaCpw&oe=67CBE4D3	PERSON_PROFILE	0	MangaPlaza PR	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,759,763	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	Nhắn tin ngay để nhận ưu đãi tốt nhất	[THÂM ĐEN - GIÃN RỘNG - MÔI BÉ LỆCH - KHÔNG ĐẠT KHOÁI CẢM ] 45P CÔ BÉ 👉Gọn gàng, hồng hảo, khăng khít như thủa ban đầu --------------------------- ►ThsBs Mai Hữu Nghĩa Giải pháp trẻ hoá vùng kín chuẩn tỉ lệ vàng - đẹp từng Centimet ► Βí kíp giữ CHỒNG - Nàng nào cũng MUỐN 👉Tăng cảm giác, gắn chặt yêu thương 👉Tăng cảm xúc trong chuyện chăn gối - Làm 1 lần duy nhất 30 phút - Không đau - Không để lại sẹo - Không cần nghỉ dưỡng - Dứt điểm tình trạng viêm nhiễm phụ khoa với công nghệ hàng đầu, không gây đau đớn, không chảy máu - Bảo hành trọn đời - Miễn phí xe đưa đón 2 chiều ------------------✷✷✷ ------------------ Dr Mai Hữu Nghĩa - Chuyên Khoa Tân Trang Cô Bé - Bệnh viện Sante. 📱Hotline : 0886.546.388 🏨Địa chỉ : -Hà Nội CS1 : Bệnh Viện Hồng Hà - Phường Văn Miếu, Quận Đống Đa, Hà Nội. Hà Nội CS2 : Bệnh viện Hà Thành 61 P. Vũ Thạnh, Chợ Dừa, Đống Đa, Hà Nội - HCM : Bệnh Viện Sante - 11A Đ. Đinh Bộ Lĩnh, Phường 24, Bình Thạnh, Hồ Chí Minh #Thạc_sĩ_bác_sĩ_CK1_Mai_Hữu_Nghĩa #lamhongcobe #sekhitcobe #trehoavungkin #tantrangvungkin #thammyvungkin	MESSAGE_PAGE		Ths.Bs CK1 Mai Hữu Nghĩa - Tân Trang Vùng Kín - Bệnh viện Sante	https://www.facebook.com/61566858392173/	1,158	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482303377_663820582662660_6164866341869344719_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HH8TuPypaEwQ7kNvgFCealT&_nc_oc=AdgCmau-ADGQtDcvM-SUb4SckO-ekM6zMfdAl9f-jcFy0NHzaD7GjbEYGS-Qsi7z6lTssF_LFjqcSRKjLLgytvZi&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AhN_2LOsl17hjL47V9KAfPO&oh=00_AYBHIXpLKVUiNafGCmH_8fK-WnWj-SYpeZZYGmwxDvi8dg&oe=67CBD543	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Ths.Bs CK1 Mai Hữu Nghĩa - Tân Trang Vùng Kín - Bệnh viện Sante	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,760,045	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2759095}'	No	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	ƯU ĐÃI Đến 80% - Sau 1 Liệu Trình - Tái Sinh Toàn Bộ Nang Tóc và Da Đầu	🎯 CHI PHÍ ĐIỀU TRỊ RỤNG TÓC, HÓI ĐẦU TẠI PHÒNG KHÁM DA LIỄU MERCY LÀ BAO NHIÊU? 😍 NGƯỜI THẬT VIỆC THẬT - CÙNG NGHE KHÁCH HÀNG ĐÃ ĐIỀU TRỊ THÀNH CÔNG TẠI PHÒNG KHÁM DA LIỄU MERCY CHIA SẺ NHÉ !!! 💯 CAM KẾT !!! LÀM LÀ HẾT HÓI - TÓC THẬT, GIẬT THOẢI MÁI VỚI ƯU ĐÃI LÊN ĐẾN 80% CÙNG SIÊU CÔNG NGHỆ TÁI SINH ĐA TẦNG TOÀN BỘ NANG TÓC VÀ DA ĐẦU SỐ 1 HOA KỲ. -----------------❖❖❖--------------- 💯 THS. BS VŨ PHƯƠNG ANH CAM KẾT: ✅ Mọc tóc tự nhiên ✅ Bảo hành TRỌN ĐỜI 🎯 TÁI SINH ĐA TẦNG TOÀN BỘ NANG TÓC VÀ DA ĐẦU – SIÊU CÔNG NGHỆ ĐẶC TRỊ RỤNG TÓC, HÓI ĐẦU HIỆN ĐẠI SỐ 1 HOA KỲ ✅ Ứng dụng hoạt chất Mesolux kích thích phát triển nang tóc mới ❌ Không đau, không gây chảy máu, không cần điều trị xâm lấn. ❌ Không cần nghỉ dưỡng, không mất thời gian chăm sóc. 🔴 Bạn đang gặp tình trạng tóc như thế nào, inbox ngay để được tư vấn miễn phí từ chuyên gia! -----------------❖❖❖--------------- 🏢 HỆ THỐNG PHÒNG KHÁM DA LIỄU QUỐC TẾ MERCY 📍 CN1: 72 Ô Chợ Dừa, Quận Đống Đa, TP. Hà Nội 📍 CN2: 117 Điện Biên Phủ , Phường Đa Kao , Quận 1, TP. Hồ Chí Minh ☎️Hotline: 0868.924.234	MESSAGE_PAGE		Bác Sĩ Vũ Phương Anh - Phòng Khám Da Liễu Mercy	https://www.facebook.com/61550738412309/	2,460	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481253636_1944458539417863_7393149837192702683_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pWfs3eOQtdAQ7kNvgGa9R29&_nc_oc=AdgAcdX6LVyN0GvJ6PqcO7JI398XU-xKjPbPIaUhqLxSa-cx4-VT5ih-UWTHq2qiK9VfVXEOxnl3VkJ0LVlXD5hW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AFcQJxtAFoepDTXmHkpToc8&oh=00_AYBL9kLzU7uMoBhc8X3FMkKm-4kEQmcIBbFeCmsVUi9nug&oe=67CBC722	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Bác Sĩ Vũ Phương Anh - Phòng Khám Da Liễu Mercy	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,760,270	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2760268}'	Yes	2025-03-03 14:15	active	2775	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. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. I recognize that deep, chocolate tone, and it sends a rush of heat straight between my legs. 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