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ðHOT! HOT!Do not read in publicïŒð | My husband and mate, Elijah, is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Fenrisa, the Iron Claw Pack. I am his wife and his mate. One would think that due to being fated, our relationship would be a good one. But thatâs far from the truth. The truth is, I am his second chance mate. âVerena, I want to reject our bond and get separated,â Elijahâs voice doesn't hold an ounce of emotion as he sits across from me in the dim living room. I'd been waiting for him to celebrate our third wedding anniversary together. But when he arrived, there was this coldness about him. I figured he was just tired from work, but then he asked me to sit down and dropped a bombshell on me. "Why?" I blink in disbelief. He must be joking, right? But the intensity of his gaze chips away at my doubt, replacing it with a growing sense of worry. I know the reason. The one I've feared the most for so long. His mate has returned to the pack. Elijahâs first mate had left him just before the mating ceremony. The reason was unknown, but everyone assumed that she didnât want a relationship with her mate and loved someone else. On the same day of their separation, Elijah found me and realized that I am his second chance mate. Second chance mates are rare, and it can be called a miracle that the Goddess gives Elijah a second chance in love by mating us. He hasnât rejected his first mate, but one can find a second mate irrespective of rejecting their first mate. It's complicated and goes against the laws of the mate bond. Yet it's a blessing to the ones whose first mate dies or leaves them. Elijah sighs, âYou know about Nixie. She wants to be back with me.â I clench my fist. âAnd you want to get back with her?â My lips quiver, and I struggle to stop my body from trembling, but it's futile. Despite being Elijahâs second chance, heâs my first. My first mate, the only love of my life. No matter who your second chance is, the bond with the first mate is stronger, like the first love that you canât move on from. Elijah feels the same towards Nixie, I know, but can I simply accept it? His face remains aloof, âNixie needs me, Verena. She is my mate and my wolf needs her.â His first mate returned a week ago, claiming that she was kidnapped by our enemy pack and taken hostage for three years. The pack that captured her was destroyed due to a pack war, and the hostages were released. Thatâs how Nixie escaped and returned to our pack. "I canât have two mates at the same time. Having you both is putting a lot of pressure and weakening my wolf. Over time, itâll get worse. So, Iâll have to reject one," he adds in a calm voice, while a storm is rising in my chest. "And you choose her," I reply, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew that Elijah hadnât moved on from his first mate when I entered his life. But I had believed that I could heal him and show him that I can love him more. I did everything in my power to make him happy when we got married. Yet, sheâs the one he chooses. What about us? The relationship we built for all these years, does it mean nothing to him? When I walked into his life, he was emotionally unavailable and rude to me. But I stayed patient and he gradually started to warm up to me. Since then we had worked together on everything and he promised to stay beside me forever. I know that I wonât be able to bear him a healthy child because I did not shift after I turned eighteen and it's been five years since I have been wolf-less. But I felt the mate bond when I saw Elijah at the Mating Ball. He also agreed to marry me because his pack needed a Luna and it was better to have a second chance mate than have no mate at all. âYou said you'd never leave me. You promised me,â I remind him. âHow can you break it because of someone who left you years ago?â His icy presence sends a chill through the room. "Rena, watch your words. Remember who you're speaking to," he warns, his tone sharp like a blade. "And do you expect me to overlook the fact that you intentionally drove Nixie away because you wanted to be with me?" My brows raise, âWhat are you talking about?â He stands from the couch, âYou think I donât know? Nixie returned to this pack just one year after our marriage and wanted to meet me. But you met her first and threatened her to not come close to me and disappear from the pack.â A shadow falls on his chiseled face, making him look deadly and dangerous. I have always admired his ruthless side, especially when he makes sure to punish anyone who tries to hurt me. But today, heâs giving me this look as if heâs disgusted by me. âBecause of you, Nixie could not contact me and tell me what happened to her. I couldnât be there for her when she needed me. Just because of you.â He accuses me, and I feel like I have been stabbed in the chest. âI did not!â I say and he tilts his head as if he did not expect that response from me. As much as I want Elijah all to myself, I know that he feels empty without Nixie. So I would have accepted them being together, just for the sake of Elijahâs happiness. He raises a brow, âSo you are not going to admit it?â âAdmit what? I have no idea what you are talking about.â I protest. "Fine, I'll call him then," Elijah's obsidian eyes glaze over as he connects through the mind-link. Seconds later, the door swings open and Joshua walks inside. âWhatâs the matter?â He asks as he looks at both of us. He is Elijahâs Beta. âRena denies that she had not tried to kick Nixie out of the pack when she returned two years ago. Is that true?â I look at Joshua expectantly. He will tell Elijah the truth. I relax a little, waiting for the truth to come out. But why do I have this bad feeling? âNo, I saw her two years ago with the Luna,â Joshua replies calmly, with a subtle smile on his face. âThe Luna did threaten her and tell her to leave the pack.â What?! âJoshua, what the hell are you saying?! I didn't even meet Nixie!â I rise from my seat in shock and look at him in disbelief. âKeep your voice low, Rena. Joshua is saying what he saw and I am surprised that you believed heâd lie for you. After all, heâs the one who showed me pictures of your encounter with my mate.â Elijah throws the pictures on the table and it feels like someone has pulled the rug off my feet. These are from a different time. They are manipulated. I look at the Beta who gives me a smirk. He betrayed me. I thought we were good friends but⊠My shoulders slump as I look at the floor. This canât be happening. âDo you have any evidence that the Beta is lying?â Elijah asks. I donât have an answer. My head spins, trying to process everything that has happened. âNo,â I whisper. If I had known that heâll betray me like this, I would have been more cautious. But why would he do this? For a few minutes, silence hangs heavy in the air until Elijah gently grasps my chin, coaxing me to meet his gaze. His inky black hair falls messily across his face, reminding me of its softness when I touched it before. âIt's over, Rena. You knew how much I loved Nixie, yet you pushed her away from me. Then you pretended to love me when all you wanted was the power and wealth that comes with being my wife. I canât let any of this slip away.â he says, his voice gentle but deep and chilling. Pretend to love him? After all these years, he thinks it was an act. I know I donât have any evidence to prove my innocence, but wonât he try to believe me for once? I canât help but wonder if he would have believed Nixie if she was in my shoes. He would have probably forgiven her, because mates tend to be possessive of their partners. But he wonât treat me like that, because according to him, I am just his second chance. I am nothing compared to his first true mate, his first love. Tears glisten in my eyes as pain grips my heart. "Elijah, I mean it. I don't care about the position. I just want you." He growls, baring his canines and his eyes flash, âI had enough. You should be grateful that I am not imprisoning you for doing something like this. So if you donât want to live in the cells, I advise you to accept the divorce and the rejection.â He lets go of my chin and retrieves the divorce agreement. He slaps it onto the coffee table, making me flinch. "Sign it.â I stare at the papers with a bleeding heart. All the good memories I had with him flash in my head. What did all of those moments mean? Was it a lie when he said that I make him smile? That I am special to him? That our bond is no lesser than a first mate bond? I slowly bend forward, and grab the pen. I sign the paper while holding back my tears.âHere, it's done,â I whisper while holding the divorce agreement. For a brief moment, the iciness in his gaze melts, replaced by shock and hurt. But he swiftly regains his composure and accepts the paper from me. A sad smile curves my lips. So he would have gotten separated from me anyway. It did not matter what I did, he just needed a reason to reject me and have his mate back. âWhen is the rejection ceremony going to take place?â I ask while looking down at my trembling arms. If I see his face, Iâm afraid Iâll break down completely. âTomorrow. I expect you to be present at the training ground at eight in the morning. Once the rejection is over, you can stay at the packhouse. Though Iâd prefer if you donât come close to my mate. I donât want you to cause a scene.â he replied and it hurts how he calls Nixie âmy mateâ. I rise from my seat and turn around, âDonât worry, you wonât find me anywhere near you or Nixie after the rejection is over. Thatâll be my gift to you. Happy Marriage Anniversary, Alpha Elijah.â Chapter 2 : Her, Nixie Verena It's alright. Things will get better. Elijah will change his mind, after all he loves meâ- My trembling hand freezes halfway as I reach for the plate on the dining table. Tear droplets splatter on the polished darkwood, and the sight of our signatures on the divorce agreement brings me crashing back to reality. We're divorced, and tomorrow he will reject me. Not being able to pretend anymore, I break down into sobs. My fingers curl on the edge of the table while I look at the hardwood floor with tears streaming down my eyes. He really divorced me. My relationship with Elijah hasnât been a bed of roses. When we married, he was cold and distant. But I started to witness the softer, emotional side of him that he tried to hide from the rest of the world. I made his pain my own, and tried my best to keep him happy. He was gradually warming up to me. But then Nixie returned and he pushed me away like those years of our relationship meant nothing to him. My chest squeezes painfully at the thought of it. I just canât accept that he doesn't want me anymore. But the untouched food on the table, and the red velvet cake with Happy Third Marriage Anniversary written on it is a reminder that it's true. It took me almost four hours to bake this cake, in high hopes of seeing a smile on Elijahâs face when he returns. âAre you finished with your nonsense?â Maya, my maidâs voice, draws my attention to the door. She stands there with an annoyed expression, gesturing towards the wall. âUnlike you, I actually have work to do, like cleaning up this mess.â I wipe my face, and take a step back, âYes, go ahead.â My voice sounds dry. Maya rolls her eyes, her lips curl in disapproval as she walks over and eyes the table. âSuch a headache,â she mutters while shaking her head. Despite being Luna, I am not liked in the packhouse. It's because I am an orphan who did not shift. Even an omega has a wolf, so it makes me appear way beneath in rank. So the people donât approve of me as their Queen. Someone without a wolf canât lead a pack of wolves. Thatâs what I have always been told. I have learned to live with it because that is how I have always been treated. And forcing people to like me through fear of my position goes beyond my values, so I try to make up for my weakness by putting my best efforts. But Elijah has punished anyone who has tried to misbehave with me, always taking my side when things went down. He was very protective of me. Was. I wonder if he believes now Nixie will be a better Luna than me because of having a wolf. She comes from a family of Gammas, so she has a strong wolf and anyone will choose her over me. Rip! My body jolts at the sudden sound of something being torn off, and I notice Maya ruthlessly tearing the fairy lights and red balloons off the wall behind the table. With each delicate adornment being stripped away, I feel a prick in my chest. My friends Dory and Drake helped me set up the decorations last night, and we were so proud of it. Maya does not hold back on the food either, and I flinch at the way she just dumps the cake into the dustbin. I feel like that cake, dumped into trash. My head feels dizzy at the overwhelming emotions. I need a shower. I walk out of the dining hall, and my legs feel heavy for some reason. Now that I think about it, I've been feeling quite sick since this morning. My throat itches, I feel nauseous, and I've been unusually tired lately. Maybe it's because of Elijah. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, my hand subconsciously reaches to open the door to the bedroom. But the moment the door swings back, a pleasant musky scent hits my nose. Thereâs another scent with it that makes my nose crinkle. My body freezes in place when I notice Elijah sitting on the bed. With Nixie on his lap. With brown hair that brushes her shoulders in curls and a floral print mini skirt riding up her slender, milky white thighs, Nixie looks like any manâs wet dream. Compared to her, I look basic in my plain blue dress and straight midnight blue hair. They seem to be having a moment as her arms are wrapped around his neck, while his hand is on her slim waist. Elijah notices my presence, âRena,â he takes my name with his deep, velvety voice that tugs at my heart and lets go of Nixieâs waist. Nixie gets off his lap and stands beside him, fixing her skirt. âOh my Goddess, Rena. I-I didnât know you would be coming,â her pale skin turns red as if sheâs embarrassed. Even when I donât have a wolf, I can still feel the sting of their intimacy. My heart pounds painfully in my chest. âRena, why are you here?â Elijah asks, staring at me with his cold obsidian eyes. I canât tell what he is thinking. Chapter 3 : He, with Her Verena âIâŠumâŠâ the words feel stuck in my throat. My legs feel weak. I canât believe he started to get so intimate with her after a few hours of our divorce. If heâs this affectionate with her, then it means that he has already moved on. Though maybe he did not need to move on in the first place. âRena?â He takes my name again, and I regain my composure. I need to get a hold on myself. Heâs no longer my husband, and soon heâll reject me from the mate bond. So I shouldnât be feeling anything. âDid I interrupt something?â I ask, my gaze sliding to Nixie who stares at me with her big doe green eyes. Anyone would fall for the innocence those eyes portray, but I can see the malice behind it. Elijah narrows his gaze, and places a hand over his mouth. He does that when heâs curious, and annoyed. âYou did,â he replies sharply, and I'm struck by his words. âIââ âRena, you should remember that you need to ask for the Alphaâs permission before entering his room.â My lips part in shock, and my brows lift. âWhat?â âYou heard me. Still, Iâd let this go because we arenât officially rejected and you are my mate.â His voice puts me in an icy chokehold. Just a few hours, and our relationship has completely changed. Where is the man who waited for me every single night in bed to fall asleep together? Who is he? âWow, I did not know that it was your room now, Alpha. The same room we shared for three years,â I retort, crossing my arms. My eyes flit to the bed where he was sitting with Nixie on his lap. His jaw clenches at my words. âWe are divorced now. So isnât it obvious that we wonât be sharing the same room anymore?â He tilts his head, gauging my reaction. I smirk, âSure. I mean, you wonât like me barging into your âroomâ while you spend some quality time with your mate,â I emphasize the last word and my gaze shifts to Nixie. âRena, before you say something to insult Nixie, Iâll warn you. I have been lenient with you, but I wonât this time. So choose your words wisely.â He speaks in a low, commanding voice, reminding me of whoâs in charge. His words crush my soul. It's as if I am the problem in his life. âElijah, it's alright,â Nixie moves closer to him, and slides her hand over his shoulder. âI can understand that sheâs hurt so I am fine with it.â A growl leaves my lips as I stare at her hand placement. Elijah raises a brow, and I realize what I have done. Heâs still my mate, and it's not easy for me to watch someone else touch him, even if that person is his first mate. âIâI am sorry if I made you upset, Rena,â Nixie looks at me with quivering lips, âBut you have to understand that I love him and canât stay away from him.â Tears fill her eyes, and she starts to sob. âNixie, donât cry. It's not your fault,â Elijah gets up, and wraps an arm around her. My insides scream at that sight, but I donât let a word out of my mouth. I silently watch him comfort her when I am the one in need of comfort. âRena and I have come to a mutual agreement, so it's our decision.â I scowl. It was never my decision to get separated from him. Elijah looks at me with a pointed look, âYou did not tell me why you are here.â His voice is gentle as always, but I can tell that he does not want me here. He feels that I will sabotage his relationship with Nixie. My jaw trembles, âIt's nothing. I am sorry for interrupting whatever you both were doing,â I storm out of the door while the tears trickle down my eyes. The paintings and furniture on the hallway start to look unfamiliar as I rush past them. Why? Why do I have to go through this? My head starts to throb, and I stop in my steps. I feel dizzy. The nausea grows, crawling up my chest and through my blurry vision, I see two figures on the other side of the hall. They look concerned as they walk towards me. âLuna, are you alright?â I recognize the voice. It's Dory, âYou look no wellââ I donât hear the rest of her sentence as the air shifts, and I grace the floor. Shadows dance in my vision before everything turns dark. Beep. Beep. My eyes flutter open on hearing a sound, and I find myself in a hospital bed. A dull ache throbs in my head. âSheâs awake,â I feel Doryâs warm hand on my back as I slowly get up. She helps me sit. âThank Goddess!â Drake exclaims as he stands beside her. They are twins, and work for me in the pack. I groan, feeling the same throbbing sensation. âI passed out?â âYeah. We brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Are you okay now?â Drake asks. I nod, âYeah.â The door opens, and a woman walks in wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard. "Oh, you're awake. That's good," she says with a smile as she approaches me. My gaze falls onto the tag on her coat. Dr. Shalini, Senior Gynaecologist. âIs it an infection?â I ask. Her smile widens, âNo, Luna. I have good news for you. I hope that the Alpha throws us a party after this.â she says and my frown deepens. My gaze shifts to Drake and Dory. Drake shrugs while Dory shakes her head. âI donât understand,â I say. âCongratulations, my Luna. You are going to be a mother.â she replies. Chapter 4 : A Baby? Verena The world seems to stop as I hear what she said. I amâŠcarrying a baby now? âWhat?â I gasp. The woman nods, her eyes glinting with excitement. âYes, Luna. I ran a USG scan, and it shows the pregnancy.â Dory shrieks, âOh my Goddess! That's wonderful news.â She grins at me, and hugs Drake, who is taken aback by her sisterâs excitement. The doctor looks at my confused expression and asks, âIs everything alright?â I stare at my lap. How can I be? Drake senses my confusion and turns to the doctor, âCan we have some time alone with her? Weâll call you if we need anything. Thank you for the news, doc.â âUm, alright,â she says hesitantly, giving me one last glance before walking out of the room. Dory senses the change in mood and asks me, âWhatâs wrong, Luna?â âI think I understand why she is confused,â Drake answers, and Dory looks at him. âWe all know that Luna does not have a wolf.â Doryâs brows shoot up in realization. âOh my, thatâs right. Then, how?â She looks at me, the colors of excitement on her face completely gone. A she-wolf who did not shift canât bear another male wolfâs child, let alone that of an Alphaâs child. Our genetics act like one of a normal human, and we are not compatible with carrying a shifterâs child. So how can I having a baby? âWe should get the report checked or tell them to run another test on you. The report can be wrong,â Drake says in a calm voice. He is always calm in these situations and looks at every problem through a logical perspective. As advised by Drake, I undergo another USG scan to confirm if the report is accurate or not. Dory insists that I get some rest, so I return to the packhouse after the test is over. She promises to bring me the test report, so I anxiously wait for her in one of my spare rooms. When the second test report arrives, my eyes stay glued to the report file, my hands trembling. Test resultâpositive. Sweet tears blur my vision. I canât believe this. âIt's really true, Luna. You are with child,â Dory remarks with a huge smile plastered on her face. My hand reaches to my belly. There is a life growing inside me. When I had not shifted after my 18th birthday, I had lost all hope of conceiving. Elijah was unhappy about my barren state, and it was another reason for him to act cold towards me in the initial stages of our marriage. An Alpha needs an heir, and I was incapable of providing one. âBut how is this possible? I never shifted,â I mutter. âI have a theory in my mind,â Dory replies as she stands before me with her hands crossed. I look up from the file, and a thoughtful look darkens her eyes, âThere have been a few cases where the shifter did not transform at the right age because their wolf was still in a developmental phase.â I raise a brow, âDevelopmental phase?â She hums, âMost wolves start to develop in our bodies from the time of our birth. The average age for any healthy transformation is from eighteen to nineteen. Usually, after that time, no shifter ever transforms, meaning their wolf could not grow properly because of the lack of strength in the personâs body. But there was this one case study in the Moonlight Pack where the Alpha got his wolf at the age of twenty-six. Rumor has it that his predecessors also got their wolves late.â âSo it's in the bloodline?â I ask, rubbing my belly, âIsnât the Moonlight Pack Alpha a powerful one who has magical powers?â She nods, âThatâs what everyone says. But recently, no one has seen the Alpha around, and some say that it's just baseless rumors. If he truly had magical powers, then he would have shown them, but thereâs no incident as such. Heâs been a mystery for the last ten years.â I hum in agreement. It's hard to tell what my condition is, but I donât care. If Elijah learns about this, I am sure heâll annul the divorce. He canât reject me after knowing that I have his baby. It will put the childâs life at risk. I need to tell him. He has to change his mind after this. He canât get separated from me if he knows that I am carrying his future heir. I get up from the bed and tell Dory, âIâll show this to the Alpha.â Not wasting another second, I am rushing out of the guestroom. Thank Selene! She has blessed me with a child. She believes that Elijah and I are meant to be together. A smile curves my lips. The moment I reach his office, I knock the door twice with my knuckles while excitement bubbles through me. I hear his deep voice through the door, âCome in.â I step in, feeling a little nervous as I find him sitting on his office chair, wearing his blue-light glasses with a white rim. They frame his obsidian eyes that scrutinize me. He looks so handsome in them. But then my gaze falls on Nixie, whose arm rests on his shoulder. She is way too close to him, and frowns when she notices me. It's not hard to see the malicious look in her eyes. Once I settle things with Elijah, Iâll make sure she never gets a chance to come close to him. âWhat brings you here, Rena?â Elijah asks, shifting his gaze to his computer screen. I am about to respond when he says, âI hope it's not ânothingâ like last time. You should know that I am a busy person, and my time has value." He speaks in a frosty demeanor that reminds me of winter. âI am carrying your baby, Elijah,â I say, hoping that the news will shock him. He has always been looking forward to having an heir. Now his wish has come true. Chapter 5: Will He Be Back? Verena His gaze lifts from the display screen and darkens with disappointment, âIs this your new trick to get me back?â he retorts, and the corner of Nixieâs lips curls into a smirk. I blink in confusion. Trick? âWhyâwhy would I trick you with something like this?â His jaw clenches, and the air turns cold with his icy gaze, âYou tell me, Rena. You want me to believe that without having a wolf, you can carry the child of an Alpha?â I flinch at his words. I am not proud of my condition. But it's out of my control. âI know it's hard to believe. I did not believe it either. Thatâs why I ran two tests to confirm the report. I am really carrying a baby.â I take a step towards his desk and hand him the file. He flips through it, his eyes going over the report. Nixie leans in to also check, and her face turns pale. It makes me a little happy. This child will be the one to save our relationship and this pack. âI get it now,â he says, staring at the table in thought, and I breathe in relief. âYou went to Shadow Den after the divorce for this reason. To create a fake pregnancy report.â He adds, and suddenly it feels like I have been punched in the gut. âWhat?! What are you talking about?â I ask, my eyes wide in horror. Shadow Den is a shady place at the borders of the pack where all kinds of illegal activities take place, including creating fake documents. A dignified lady will never step into that place because it reeks of crime and rogue trafficking. âI told my men to keep an eye on you, and they reported that you went to Shadow Den. At first, I couldnât believe it and punished them for lying to me. But now it seems that they were telling me the truth.â The look Elijah gives me completely shatters my soul. It feels like the respect he had for me is broken now. I shake my head frantically, âNo! I did not go there, Elijah. Please trust me!â He scoffs, his eyes swirling with hurt. âHow can I trust you when you are doing things behind my back? You know how much I have desired a child. It pains me to think you have gone this far.â âThatâs not true. I will never do something like this, you know that,â The corner of my eyes prick. How can he believe that I will fake childbirth? âI can prove myself this time. Call the hospital and ask if I had done a test there or not.â I raise my voice, holding my ground as much as I can. Elijah dials the number on his phone. He puts it on the loudspeaker and places it on the desk for me to hear. With each ring, my heart beats with anticipation. This has to work. The clinic keeps records of their patients. âLarsen's Clinic speaking. How may I help you, Alpha?â The female receptionistâs voice comes from the receiving end. Elijah places his hands on the desk and asks, âIs there any record of my wife Verena Donovan getting a USG test done today at your clinic?â âGive me a second please, Alpha,â the receptionist answers politely. Patient records are confidential, but since it's the Alpha asking for information, the hospital has to obey his orders. I fidget, waiting for her to confirm it. Each second feels like an hour, making me grow nervous. Her voice finally comes through, âThereâs no record of her checking in our clinic today, Alpha.â My heart drops, and for a second I forget how to breathe. No, this canât be possible. I was there. They saw me. Then, why? Elijah hangs up the phone. Nixieâs eyes glint with victory as she stares at me. The walls around the office feel like they are closing in on me. Why did the clinic lie? Is someone else behind this? My gaze shifts to Nixie, who has a smug look on her face. It is strange how she has been so silent and did not try to stop me from showing the reports. He sighs and takes off his glasses. âRena, look. Your excuses are not going to work on me. This rejection is going to happen because as an Alpha, I have to be with my rightful mate.â He rises from the chair and approaches me. Standing close to me, he adds âAnd I am letting you stay here. I wonât banish you from the pack, so you donât have to use these cheap tricks.â Cheap tricks? My hand goes to my belly. The man I have spent my life with for three years did not try to believe me for once. This proves that he never trusted me in all these years, and I thought that we had a good relationshipâone that was built out of mutual love and respect. It was all in my head. âThis is the extent of my kindness, Rena,â Elijah adds, âDonât test my patience any further.â I donât need his kindness. The only thing I wanted from him was to take my side, to have faith in me. But he pushed it all away. I decide to leave silently and walk towards the door. When I grab the handle with my shaking hand, his voice stops me. âRena.â I look over my shoulder and find him staring at me. There is something in his gaze. âI hope you remember the time of the rejection ceremony tomorrow. Donât try to bail on me because then Iâll have to force you to join me at the training grounds.â My chest tightens at the lack of empathy in his voice. âI wonât,â I hold back the tears that threaten to fall by clenching the doorknob tightly. He wants to get rid of me so badly. But I am worried about my child. I can only pray to have the strength to protect my baby from his rejection. Chapter 6 : Loveâs Not Enough Verena âSo, when is the Alpha throwing us a party?â Dory asks as she walks into my room with a cheerful smile. She does not know. The only thing she knows is that I went to Elijah to tell him the good news. âYou definitely have to tell me the names you are deciding on, especially if it's a girl. I donât want our princess to have a terrible name like mine. Also Iââ âWe are going to have a rejection ceremony today,â I say with a grim expression. Dory blinks a few times, âWhat? Thatâs such a bad joke.â My lips curve in a sad smile while I sit on the armchair, âIt's not.â The girlâs smile drops, âNo, thatâs not possible.â My gaze dips to the jar sheâs holding in her hand, âDid you bring the herbs I asked you to?â Her brows pucker, âYeah, I did. But the herbs you asked for are used to protect an unborn from any strong supernatural forces. Why would you ask for something likeââ her lips stop moving as her eyes light up with realization. There are certain herbs that protect an unborn child in the womb of a mother who gets rejected from her mate. I told her to bring one of those so that no harm comes to my baby. She stays still for a few seconds, âWhat? Iâ Are you really getting rejected?â I answer her with my silence. She stands still, as if processing everything. âThe Alpha...heâs behind this, isnât he?â she grits her teeth. âI should have known it. Something felt off about you staying in this room, and looking so pale.â She clenches her fist. I slowly rise from my armchair, âDory, calm down.â âNo for this case!â she slams the jar into the bedside, and stomps out of the room. Crap! I run up to her. Sheâs going to argue with Elijah. Stepping out of the room, I get hold of her wrist, and stop her, âStop! Donât do it.â She whips her head at me, rage burning like coal in her eyes, âLuna, I respect you. But I canât accept this. How can he do this to you? Iâll go and knock some sense into him!â âNo, no, no.â I pull her back. She is acting like a dog who has gone feral, and needs to be kept on a leash. Most of the time she is calm and rational. But when it comes to the people she cares for, she becomes hot-headed and does something regretful. If she talks back to Elijah, she can be put into the cells or even banished. âCalm down. This decision is mutual,â I say, and she freezes. She turns to me with a face as if lightning has struck her. âWhat about the child? How can you get separated when the future heir of this pack is growing inside you?â She points at my belly and I place my palm on it. Despite what the clinic said, I believe that a life is growing inside me. I can feel it in my bones. But I donât want to tell Dory everything. She does not need to be involved in my problems. "It's because of the new girl who joined the pack, isnât it?â Dory asks suddenly, and I jerk my head up at her, my heart skipping a beat. I did not expect her to catch on to it so quickly. She notices my face, âYou donât need to worry about her, Luna. Iâll teach her a lesson that sheâll run out of the borders of this pack and never look back,â she says with determination. I sigh. This girl has no sense of danger. âYouâll do nothing like that. Promise me.â She frowns, âButââ âI said what I said. Donât argue with your Luna,â I will be ex-Luna soon but there is time left for the rejection ceremony. So I will use my authority to make sure Dory does not put herself in danger. Her shoulders sag, and she reluctantly nods. âBut why are you not doing anything? Will you let another girl just take everything from you?â Her words prick me. I did try, but when Elijah wants me to step out of his life, then there is nothing I can do. Even our child could not save our relationship because he does not even believe in its existence. âIt's pointless. Also, it's better to end things. Our marriage was like an agreement and since he has no use for me now, the agreement has ended.â It was a mistake. If I had known that I would be treated like this after the return of his fated mate, I would have never agreed to this marriage. Second chance mates after all areâŠsecond choice, not first. âBut LunaâŠâ She steps closer to me, her brown eyes staring at me, âYou love him, more than your own life. I know you.â Her words squeeze my chest tightly and warm tears cover my vision. She has seen how much dedicated I have been to Elijah. I blink to push my tears back, and amidst the silence of the gloomy morning my words come out like a sad symphony, âMy love is not enough.â A tear slips down my left eye. Dory's eyes glisten with pain as she wraps her arms around me in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her act stirs something inside me, and I break down into sobs. Now that she's here, I realize how much I needed someone's presence to share my sorrow. With no parents or many friends whom I can trust to open up to, given my focus on work and Elijah, her presence feels like a cool shade after hours of walking in scorching heat. "I am so sorry this is happening to you. If the Alpha can't see how much you have sacrificed for him, then he does not deserve you!" she cries, and I hug her tighter. It brings me some relief knowing that there's someone for me. "Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I can make it." I pat Dory on the back. "Later I'll go to Elijah's room and get my stuff back, they must not want to see me in this house, and neither do I.â Chapter 7: Shattered Expectations An hour later, I step inside Elijahâs bedroom to get all my stuff. The walls of the room make me suffocated as it reminds me of the times we have spent here. Brushing those thoughts away, I focus on my task at hand. There is no point in staying in this packhouse so Iâll pack my things and leave. The money I have saved from my stock investments will get me to stay for six months in a five-star hotel. I will use that time to find a job. Since I have always been focused on my duties as the Luna of this pack, I never got the time to pursue anything else, especially my dream to open a bakery. Now that I no longer have any duties towards the pack, I can focus on my dream and have a bakery shop of my own. Feeling a little energetic from the idea, I start to pull out all my accessories from the drawer when my eyes fall on a photo frame. Bright blue sky, palm trees and sand fill the background before which stands a couple smiling at me. The ladyâs cheeks are pink, and the shine in her eyes is unavoidable as her man has his arm wrapped around her waist. âHaha! You canât catch me!â I scream as I run across the sand, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the cool breeze tangling my hair. Elijah has a challenging look on his face as he chases me, but thereâs a subtle smile on his handsome sun-kissed face. Before I know it, his strong arms grab me from behind, âLooks like I won,â I gasp as he gently lifts me off my feet, my heart fluttering in my chest. With a playful smile, he swings me around. Our laughter mixes and rings in the air, the world fading away as we get lost into the moment. My hand trembles as I run my palm over the picture in the photo frame. Those were some of our best moments, filled with joy and sweetness. Our relationship wasnât one of love, but he was slowly warming up to me. "Oh, looks like there is a thief in here," Nixie's voice startles me as I find her standing inside the room. "How dare you try to steal my things?" she accuses me with her arms crossed. I look at the clothes that I am holding. "These are my things." She scoffs, "No more. Whatever you had before, it all belongs to me now. Including Elijah." Her words cut deep, and she smiles in satisfaction, enjoying the effect her words have on me. Her eyes lower to my hand, zeroing in on the ring I am wearing. I look at the diamond ring. It's a very special ring to me as Elijah gifted it to me on my birthday. "This ring will protect you from everything and my heart is in it. I give it to you," He said when he slid it onto my index finger. It's a rare diamond that can't be bought with money. "Hand over that ring right now," Nixie says, her eyes beaming with greed. I take a step back, holding my hand. "No." This ring means a lot to me. Even if I am separated from Elijah, I still want to keep a part of him with me forever. âI wonât say it again. Give it to me; it's my order! Your Lunaâs order,â she shouts. âYou'll never be my Luna. And I'm not giving this to you,â I reply confidently. âHow dare you!â she grabs my wrist forcefully, and I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my finger to my spine as she pulls the ring out of me forcefully. âGive it to me or Iâll cut your fingers off, you useless lowly beast!â she yells. Instinctively, I push her away with my other hand, and she stumbles back onto someoneâs chest. My eyes go round when I see Elijah holding her from behind. His eyes are as cold as the Arctic, freezing me in my spot. âWhat is happening here?â âE-elijah,â Nixie starts crying, and wraps her arms around his neck, âIââ she sniffs, âI was only asking her how costly the ring is and she pushed me away.â She sobs like a baby. âThatâs not true. She was trying to take the ring from me!â I protest. âSo what if she did?â he asks, his face like a carved stone with no emotions. I stare at him, trying to process what he said for a moment. âI told her that she can have the ring when she asked me about it.â My eyes widen in disbelief, unblinking as they stare at him. Time stands still. I canât believe what he is saying. âHand over the ring to her, Rena,â he demands in a frosty voice. My feet feel glued to the floor. Nixieâs lips curl in a smile as she watches me in despair. The room closes around me, suffocating me with the weight of its shattered expectations. My lips curve upwards, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It's devoid of any joy and is a mask to hide the emptiness within. Why did I even hope that heâll care for me? Stupid, stupid me. I walk towards them and pull out the ring from my finger. âHere, take it,â I say while the smile remains intact. âYou can have everything else here too. I donât want it anymore.â It's exhausting to keep hoping that things will change, that heâll take me back. Those are my last words, and I walk out of the room, accepting my defeat. Nixie wins, I lose. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my wrist from behind and hear Elijahâs voice, âRena.â I freeze. His voice is so gentle. My heart pounds in my chest, and I look past my shoulder to meet his black eyes. âThe rejection ceremony is going to start soon. Iâll wait for you at the training grounds.â Chapter 8 : The Rejection Verena I smile, while my heart breaks in pain. He is so good at crushing my heart, like it's an object. âI will be there in time.â Saying that, I pull my hand away from him, engraving his touch for the last time in my head. A while later, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Dark eye bags hang under my green eyes, like someone has sucked the soul out of me. Only half an hour left before the ceremony begins, and after that, I will be separated from Elijah completely. I have mentally prepared myself for it, but physically, I am in a mess. Nixie took all my clothes and accessories, even the ones I bought myself. I am not that interested in fashion, so most of my clothes and jewelry were gifted by Elijah. So now, I have nothing to wear except this dress that I have on. My hands tremble a little in concern. Without anything, it will be hard for me to survive. But then I remind myself that I will be a mother soon. Stress is not good for the baby. I rub my belly, âMamma promises to be strong from now on. You hang in there, pup.â I will need to dip into some of my savings to purchase new clothes and other necessities. But first, I must find a good hotel to stay in. My thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of footsteps, and my face sours when I see Nixie walk in through the door, looking very chirpy. Now, what does she want? "Why are you here?" I ask in frustration, deciding not to turn around and act as though I am busy. Searching for hotels will be a better use of my time. I feel her close in, and she waves her hand before my face from behind. My gaze falls on the diamond ring on her finger, the ring I thought Elijah had gifted me as a sign of his love. My heart crumbles at the sight of it. "It suits me more than you, doesn't it? Elijah said that it looks better on me," she giggles, adding salt to my wound. I intentionally stay silent and focus on scrolling through a site that shows the various hotels available with their ratings and reviews. "Hello? I am talking to you!" she waves her hand again, clearly annoyed by not receiving her expected response. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, so I continue to avoid her. There's a groan from behind before she slaps my phone away, causing it to hit the hard, hardwood floor. I gasp at its state and immediately pick it up. The screen has cracked. "Now, that's a proper reaction," she says, smirking. Clenching my jaw, I face her. "Whatâs your problem, you mad woman?! I have divorced Elijah, and we are rejecting each other. That should be more than enough for you!" She sneers at me. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. Actually, I'll do you a favor. Once you're rejected, I'll make sure you get banished after that." My face drains of all colors. Banishment? No! If I'm banished, I'll become a rogue with nowhere to live and no means to survive. That's assuming I don't get hurt by the dangerous creatures outside the borders or get captured by rogue traffickers who might sell me to some nasty, old Alpha as a slave first. I can't let my child be born in those circumstances. "Why? I'll leave this packhouse after rejection, so I won't be a threat to you anymore," I protest. She scowls. "Of course you are. I don't know what Elijah saw in you, but he seems to still care about you. He was telling me to return your clothes since he gave them to you," she rolls her eyes, "And he won't allow me to turn you into a slave for this packhouse either. So it means you're a threat to my position." I gulp, feeling a little relieved knowing that Elijah said that. But it's quickly replaced by Nixie's warning. "Be prepared to be kicked out. See you in the training grounds," she waves her hand and walks away humming a tune. My legs give out, and I collapse to the floor. My fingers curl around the bedsheet for support as I try to calm the crumbling anxiety inside me. What do I do now? I can't become a rogue. Dory walks in, her eyes falling on me. "Luna, are you okay?" she rushes up to me and helps me stand. She touches my forehead. "You're burning up. Did something happen?" I shake my head. "I'm fine. Is it time?" Her face falls, and she nods once. Taking a deep breath, I gather some courage. "Alright, let's go." Chapter 9 : Rejection I have to fight this. If Nixie wins, my pup will be in danger. I won't let that happen. We walk down the stairs and step outside. The sky is filled with gray clouds. On the large training grounds where the air usually buzzes with excitement and the energy of warriors, there's a damp, silent atmosphere among the people who came to watch the ceremony. None of them seem sad to watch me get rejected. They've never wanted me as their Luna because I'm an orphan. I take my place in the center of the ground. The people on the left clear a path for Elijah to walk through by standing in two rows, and he stops before the space created for the ceremony. Our eyes meet for a few seconds before he turns to the crowd. âI wonât waste time on explaining whatâs happening here as most of you present are already aware. But know that I wonât tolerate anyone breaking the rules. If anyone dares to say a bad word to Verena or insults her in any way, I will have your head. Rejected or not, she is still a respected member of our family and this pack. So you all are expected to treat her fairly. Is that clear?â The people nod in unison, fearing Elijahâs wrath. A part of me is glad that he is rejecting me in a respectful manner. It would have hurt a lot more if he just allowed anyone to publicly berate me, especially when I go through the rejection. Elijah walks closer to me, and looks into my eyes. I feel his breathing was a little erratic and his face didn't look quite right.. Is he drunk? "I, Elijah Donovan, Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack, reject you, Verena, as my fated mate and my Luna," he declares. I close my eyes, attempting to block out the pain threatening to consume me. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I feel the strength of the rejection, as it threatens to tear my body apart. The pain rattles through my bones, clogging my nostrils and leaving me breathless. Elijah extends his arm to help me, but I take a step back. I will endure this pain alone. "I, Verena, current Luna of the Iron Claw Pack, accept your rejection, Alpha Elijah," I declare. My legs wobble beneath my dress as the ache in my chest intensifies. I feel a strong convulsion in my belly, causing me to lose my balance and drop to the ground, clutching my stomach. My baby! "Rena, are you alright?" Elijah inquires, but I know better than to believe that he actually cares for me. Gradually, the pain subsides, and I feel the herbs taking action to protect my baby from the effects of the rejection. "I am fine," I manage to say, wiping my tear-soaked face. "You accepted it," he mutters under his breath. Was he not expecting it? I donât even understand him at this point. My limbs feel weak, so I remain in my place, trying to prevent myself from passing out. Just as I begin to feel like I have regained some control over my body, a strong scent hits my nose. It smells like lemons and grass, reminiscent of summer. I glance in the direction from which it's coming and spot a man walking into the crowd, looking around anxiously. Heâs as tall as Elijah, broad and well-built, with spiky light-blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a tattoo running down his left arm. His aura is powerful, like that of an Alpha. 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Yes | 2025-01-13 18:27 | active | 2258 | 0 | Read next chapter | Emerging from the confines of marriage, she blossomed from a mundane housewife to a renowned painter with a legion of admirers. When her ex-husband sought reconciliation at her doorstep, he witnessed her in the arms of a prominent man. "Meet your new sister-in-law!" ===== In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live. "One million, going once, going twice--" The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, the man tightened his grip around Alicia Bennett's waist... With the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed... The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!" The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt. Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice, flicked lazily toward the screen. The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity. "Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile. Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it, she didn't respond. The man, upon seeing the situation, chuckled lightly before his movements grew even more relentless... ...... When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape. When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, not catching sight of the woman's figure, he curled his lips slightly. Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge, "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately." They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security. Caden's features calm, almost indifferent. "No need. I was... a willing participant." Hank's eyes widened in shock. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman,even physical contact. There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment. Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events. Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour." Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate. It was obvious she'd been framed. And then came the revelation--Alicia was still a pureness. Two years of marriage to Joshua... Yet she was still untouched? Caden's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear--Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the d*ug's effects. ... By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows. Only then did she realize how long she had been out. But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling. "Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?" Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. "I've been better," she murmured. Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting. "Joshua's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?" The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest. Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a d*ug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos. Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this? Swallowing the bitterness that tried clawing its way to the surface, Alicia forced herself to climb the stairs, her movements slow and weary. "It's fine, Monica. I'll handle it." Monica, ever protective, wasn't convinced. "'Handle it'? What do you mean you'll handle it? Just say the word, and I'll be over in a heartbeat." Alicia couldn't help the small, tired smile that tugged at her lips, hanging up the phone. But her heart still felt heavy, just as she lost focus, the door to her bedroom creaked open. She lifted her gaze, and almost instantly, her stomach dropped. There, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood Joshua. He stared down at her. Chapter 2 Divorce Alicia snapped out of her daze as soon as she met the icy gaze of Joshua, her so-called husband. His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent as ever, as though he was looking at a stranger. The only thing out of place was the scars on his lips. A wave of disgust washed over her, she pushed him away and was about to enter. Joshua frowned, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. "Alicia, what's with the attitude?" He seemed quite unhappy with her this time, which was a rare thing, considering how little he bothered to come home. Normally, Alicia would have welcomed him back with open arms, a flicker of joy lighting up her tired features, but today she looked drained, almost hollow. She didn't resist his grip, meeting his gaze with a calmness that unnerved him. "Haven't I always been like this? Obedient, sensible, making sure the house is in order, ensuring you're comfortable, ready to give your best at work." A small, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Isn't that what you like most about me? It makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Frees up time for your other... 'special someone'." Joshua's eyes darkened at the veiled accusation. Denial hovered on his lips, but he didn't bother. Why should he? He dropped her hand and said gruffly, "Actually, that's why I'm here. We need to talk." Alicia vigorously rubbed her wrist, as though she was trying to erase his touch. "So, are you planning to finally go public with her?" Joshua's expression twisted instantly, his calm facade cracking. "What do you know? Did you have me stalked by a private investigator or something?" Alicia let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Is that necessary? Last night, you spared no expense to make her happy. Even a blind person could tell you're mad about her." He stared at her, unsettled by her icy tone. It was still her voice, still Alicia, but there was something different about her... For some reason, he felt inexplicably hurt, like a thorn pricking his heart. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him now--her eyes, once warm and filled with love for him, were now completely empty. There was no anger, no pain, just... nothing. It was a stark contrast to the woman who used to look at him as if he were her entire world. For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her like this stirred something in him, an unfamiliar dissatisfaction. Annoyed by his own reaction, Joshua decided to hit back, his voice harder now. "She's pregnant. It's a delicate pregnancy, so I bought her a little something to lift her spirits." Alicia's fists clenched before she could stop them. P**gnant? So, the nights she had stayed up waiting for him to come home, he'd been with another woman, working diligently to start a new family? Seeing Alicia wince a little, Joshua felt a flicker of satisfaction. "It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You're just about as thrilling as watching paint dry. No man would want that." His cruel words pierced through Alicia, yet she managed to remain composed on the surface. It wasn't that she avoided intimacy; she just wasn't the one to initiate it. Did that make her so undesirable? Was it a sin? Taking a slow, steady breath, Alicia willed herself to stay calm. "Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's get a divorce then. You can give her the title she wants." The word "divorce" made Joshua's eyelid twitch involuntarily. He scoffed, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is this another one of your games?" Convinced he was right, his voice grew colder, more biting. "Alicia, for two years, you've pulled every childish stunt, begging for my attention. Aren't you tired yet? Because I sure as hell am." He paused, letting his disdain sink in. "You claim to love me so much. Could you really walk away from me?" Alicia couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. Love him? Did he even understand what that meant? When Joshua's business had crumbled, leaving him with nothing but debt and shattered dreams, it had been Alicia who emptied her savings to pull him from the wreckage. Out of gratitude--or maybe obligation--he had married her. For two long years, she had been the dutiful wife, supporting him as he clawed his way to success. And what had Alicia gotten in return? She had been cast aside like a useless relic, while another woman carried his child. Her love, her loyalty, had been ground into the dirt beneath his feet. To care for this man any longer would be masochism. Her voice steady, Alicia said, "Draft the divorce agreement. I'll agree to whatever terms you want." And with that, she turned and disappeared through the door, leaving Joshua standing alone in the hallway. For a moment, he stared after her angrily, but then a cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. Fine, she can play the martyr. He doubted she could keep it up for long. Storming out of the house, Joshua headed straight to the apartment where his lover, Lilliana Green, awaited him. "Well, that was fast," she teased upon hearing Joshua was getting a divorce, raising a brow. "Seems she wasn't as tough to deal with as you claimed." "She's cunning," Joshua muttered, the edge of suspicion creeping into his voice. "I don't know if she's actually agreeing to the divorce or just playing me." Lilliana's arms draping lazily around his neck, "Relax, Joshua, even if she changes her mind, it's too late." Joshua's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Chapter 3 Letting Go Lilliana's eyes flickered with shadowy intent. She wasn't foolish enough to show her cards now, so she waved it off with an effortless excuse. "During your two-year marriage, she has lived quietly in the shadows as a mere housewife, disconnected from your world. When you're assertive, would she dare to say a word?" Joshua pursed his lips into a hard line. During the past two years, Alicia had indeed done everything for him--given him support and solace. She had loved him fiercely, but at the end of it all, what value did love truly hold? Against all odds, he had clawed his way to the top, and he'd finally grasped the power he craved. That success, however, hadn't come easy, and it wasn't love that secured his position--it was alliances with the powerful. The prestige of the Green family daughter, that title alone, was worth far more than Alicia's devoted love. As these thoughts plagued his mind, Lilliana said happily, "Joshua, congratulations on escaping the grind. Shall we celebrate?" For a moment, Joshua's gaze flickered down to her, but Alicia's indifferent face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Since leaving the house earlier, Alicia hadn't once called him to ask for his whereabouts. Before, if he had been upset with her, she would've called him in a panic. A sharp, inexplicable irritation surged within him. Without thinking, he pushed Lilliana back, "You're only a few weeks' pregnant. Be careful." Lilliana, sharp as ever, sensed he was distracted. "Joshua, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Don't you want to get divorced?" Joshua's response was instant. "Of course I want to divorce her." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Then why don't you seem very happy?" Joshua offered a quick excuse, his voice steady but distant. "My father's condition has worsened. He doesn't have much time left, and Caden returned last night. He's likely here to claim his inheritance. I need to figure out how to handle him." Lilliana blinked, momentarily thrown. "Caden? Your brother from your father's first marriage? He doesn't even carry the Yates name anymore. What right does he have to fight you for the inheritance?" Joshua's expression darkened. It was true--but at the end of the day, he was still the son of a home-wrecker. All these years of relentless effort had not only been to carve out a name for himself in the Yates family, but to push Caden into the shadows where he belonged. One way or another, Joshua was hell-bent on winning. Meanwhile, Alicia stirred from her sleep. Darkness had already fallen, yet she felt even more drained than before. It was because her dreams revolved around that stranger. when her phone buzzed with a call from Monica did she snap out of her daze. "Alicia, I got your bl**d test results. I passed them to a friend of mine with some serious connections. He's digging around to see who bought the stuff." Alicia sat up a little straighter, her mind sharpening. "Thanks, Monica. Appreciate it." "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor: stop obsessing over that j**k. And after the divorce, focus on your career. You owe me that much." Alicia's chest warmed, her head lowering in quiet gratitude. "I know, I know." Now that she thought about it, she had come to the realization that her feelings for Joshua had never been pure love--they were born out of a debt, a sense of obligation. Her family's expectations had always weighed heavily on her, and in that lonely, stifled childhood, it was Joshua who had been there. His companionship had nurtured a vague affection she'd confused for love. "Lucky for me, love's never been something I've held onto tightly," Alicia murmured. "These last two years... I'll just see it as repaying his kindness." Monica paused, her usual boldness tempered with thoughtfulness. She knew better than anyone how, once upon a time, Joshua had indeed loved Alicia. But, it turned out love could be a fleeting thing. "Alicia, I really hope you've let go for good," Monica said with a convicted sigh. A sharp pang hit Alicia's chest, her eyes stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Quickly, she pressed her hand to her eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was only then she noticed something startling. Stunned, she stared at her hand. The wedding ring--something she had once held onto so tightly--was gone. Gone for a whole day and night, and she hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, her heart felt lighter, the weight of everything she'd been carrying beginning to lift. She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "Yes, I've truly let go." ... It didn't take long for Joshua to notice. He had returned to grab something quickly when his eyes fell on her hand. His brow furrowed as he asked, without thinking, "Where's your wedding ring?" Chapter 4 Her Nemesis Alicia's only concern now was leaving Joshua, so she ignored his question and asked flatly, "Are the divorce papers ready yet?" That word again--"divorce". Irritation flickered across Joshua's eyes. "What's the rush?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "My father's finalizing his will, and if word gets out about my divorce, it'll ruin my standing. Now, pack your things--we're having dinner at the Yates Mansion this afternoon." With Caden's return, the family was throwing a welcome-home dinner for him. They also hoped that by doing so, it'd lift the spirits of Jerald Yates, Joshua's father. However, maintaining the charade of a happy marriage was the last thing on Alicia's mind. "I'm not going," she announced curtly. "Just get the divorce finalized and stop wasting my time." Joshua laughed, a sound that held no warmth. "Oh, come on, Alicia. Stop pretending. You hid the ring because you don't actually want to leave me, right? You can't stand the thought of being without me." He leaned in, smirking, and added, "You've worked hard these past two years. Even if we divorce, I'll still take care of you--as long as you keep me happy." Alicia's eyes widened, disbelief turning into anger. Hid the ring? Couldn't bear to be without him? His arrogant words sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Alicia's ears. With a sharp sneer, she shot back, "Oh, Mr. Yates, how could I possibly make you happy? Don't worry, I'll return the ring--wouldn't want this plain Jane to irk you, right? Once you have it, we're finalizing the divorce immediately." But Joshua wasn't fazed by her venom. He thought he knew her too well, convinced this was just another ploy to get his attention. Without thinking too much, he tossed a bag at her. "We've got guests today. Dress appropriately, and don't make me look bad." Alicia looked down at the bag, her mind flashing back to the countless times she had visited the mansion dressed in modest, unassuming clothes-- doing everything to blend in, to please him and his family. But now, with their divorce looming on the horizon, Alicia no longer cared to play the part of a dutiful wife. After slipping into the outfit, she carefully applied a touch of makeup, just enough to bring out the vibrance in her already flawless complexion. The subtle enhancements accentuated her smooth skin and delicate features, lending her a certain glow. When Joshua saw her descending the staircase, he froze for a brief moment, eyes lingering. Perhaps it was the way the dress hugged Alicia's graceful curves, making her seem more alluring than usual. At the entrance of the Yates Mansion, they both slipped into their familiar roles, masking the tension between them with practiced ease. Alicia casually looped her arm through Joshua's, their movements synchronized as they walked into the courtyard. Though Jerald was too ill to receive anyone, the grand hall bustled with life, relatives filling the space with chatter. The noise hummed around her, but for some reason, as soon as Alicia crossed the threshold, a sharp chill pricked at her skin. She instinctively looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the figure lounging casually at the far end of the room. Legs crossed, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his collarbone, the man oozed arrogance, his presence commanding. When Alicia's eyes finally met his-- a familiar, authoritative stare that pinned her in place-- her mind raced as emotions began to surge uncontrollably. Joshua noticed the shift in her demeanor, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What's going on with you?" Alicia's breath caught in her throat. One word escaped her lips, barely audible. "Caden?" Just the mention of his name sent a chill down her spine. To her, Caden was the embodiment of her nightmares. Due to their families' friendship, their paths first crossed at the tender age of ten. Caden, having taken a year off, transferred to her school, and from that moment, Alicia's perfect world began to unravel. She could no longer claim the top spot. No matter how relentless her efforts, no matter how late she stayed up studying, Caden was always a step ahead. He would outscore her by the smallest of margins--a point, maybe two--leaving her perpetually stranded in second place. Anyone else might have accepted defeat, settled into the role of runner-up. But not Alicia. Born into the once prestigious Bennett family, she was raised under the suffocating weight of living up to her family name. Excellence wasn't just a goal--it was the currency by which she could earn her parents' affection. Failure was not an option, yet Caden had the audacity to snatch away everything she'd worked for with what seemed like effortless ease. It was as if he'd set his sights on her from the very beginning, and Alicia, stubborn to a fault, refused to back down. Their rivalry spanned over a decade, a relentless battle fought both openly and in the shadows, and their final showdown took place in college, just before their graduation, at the national competition. Alicia poured her heart and soul into that moment, her focus razor-sharp as she aimed for nothing less than perfection. And she achieved it, having garnered a perfect score. But Caden, ever the serpent, had bribed the judges, twisting the results in his favor. Alicia was forced, once again, into second place. The sting of injustice was deep, but the harshest blow came from her father, Phil Bennett. Over the phone, his voice dripped with disappointment in her ranking. Alicia, having grown accustomed to his tirades, said nothing. She waited for his anger to ebb, then asked quietly, "I'm graduating soon. Will you come back?" Her mother, Donna, had always been her softer solace. She comforted Alicia that day, promising they'd be there for her graduation. But life had other plans. Phil and Donna, rushing back from Itrubisite to attend the graduation, perished in a tragic plane crash. Overnight, Alicia's world crumbled, left an orphan in this cruel world. Since that day, she had never challenged Caden again. Afterward, Caden left Warrington to build his career overseas. ... "He's back for the inheritance," Joshua muttered, his voice barely audible. Alicia cast him a sidelong glance as he continued, "With a family empire as big as ours, an eldest son like him wouldn't give up so easily." Her brow furrowed slightly. It was true--the Yates empire was massive, a legacy most would kill for. But Caden had accumulated his own fortune, surpassing even the family's vast wealth. Did he really care about the inheritance? Then again, this was Caden. Competing was in his blood. Even if he didn't care about the fortune itself, he'd fight tooth and nail just to win, to toy with everyone else. The man had a knack for stirring chaos purely for his own amusement. Alicia had been his rival for as long as she could remember, and even now, the thought of giving him so much as a glance felt like a waste of energy. She turned to walk away. But Joshua caught her wrist, his grip firm yet tense. "I know you two don't get along," he said. "But he's still my elder brother. We need to maintain appearances." Her body stiffened at the touch, and she immediately tried to pull her hand free. Joshua's frown deepened. "Alicia, behave," he hissed. Irritation flared in her chest. "I'm not refusing to go in. Just let go of me first. I don't want your filthy hands touching me." A flicker of something dark passed over Joshua's face, and instead of releasing her, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them tight. Alicia bit her tongue, silently fuming. As they neared, Caden's gaze slowly lifted, his eyes narrowing in a lazy, almost bored assessment of them. "Caden," Joshua greeted, his tone strained, meeting his brother's gaze with forced cordiality. Caden's eyes flicked to their entwined hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your girlfriend?" he asked indifferently, as though he didn't recognize Alicia. Chapter 5 We Meet Again So Soon Alicia's nerves coiled tight like a spring. That voice... Her messy thoughts blurred into chaos, but one thing broke through the haze--Joshua's calm declaration. "Alicia and I have been married for two years now. She cares about me, so we kept it low-key. Just went straight for the registration; no ceremony. You were busy abroad at the time, so we didn't bother you." Caden arched a brow, his voice laced with venomous mockery. "Oh, so she's my sister-in-law." The way he spat the words "sister-in-law" felt more like a s*ap than a title, leaving no doubt about his contempt for her. Alicia could feel the man's sneer underneath every syllable. And all this was thanks to her so-called husband, Joshua. Her hand trembled as she snatched a tissue, vigorously wiping her hand. "Looks like Alicia's a bit of a germophobe," Caden observed, his tone a casual jab at her disgust. Joshua's expression darkened, the tension between them thickening. He hadn't expected her to humiliate him like this. "It seems I've spoiled her too much," he muttered, his voice low and tight with irritation. Caden's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "If it's a serious condition, she should get treated. It could impact her role as a mother. You know how badly our father has wanted a grandchild." At this, something flickered across Joshua's eyes. Even though Alicia, his wife, was right beside him, he went ahead and lied through his teeth. "Thanks for the concern, Caden, but I already have good news for Dad. I just haven't gotten around to telling him yet." Caden's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking toward Alicia, who was about done with the bullshit of a charade. She quietly excused herself and strode off. "How far along is she?" he asked meaningfully. "Doesn't seem like she's pregnant." Joshua didn't miss a beat. "Just a month." The answer was as much a threat as it was an announcement. Now, the inheritance stakes had just been raised, and Jerald, ever focused on continuing the family line, would certainly take his unborn grandchild into consideration. Caden's smile hardened, and Joshua delivered the final blow with a smug undertone. "You'd better catch up, Caden. I can't always be one step ahead." Caden, unfazed, waved his hand lazily. "No rush." ... Alicia stepped onto the terrace, the cool night breeze washing over her skin. She drank in the fresh air hungrily to steady her nerves. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed the manager of the private cinema again. "Have you found the ring?" she asked anxiously. The manager hesitated, sounding troubled. "Ms. Bennett, we've searched thoroughly and questioned all the staff, but... we really couldn't find any ring." "Then..." Alicia clenched her fist, her mind racing. "Do you have the contact details of the guest who booked the room that day?" "I'm sorry, but due to our privacy policy, we can't disclose any information on our clients." Her heart sank. "I see," she sighed with resignation. "Please tell me immediately if anything turns up, okay?" In a perfect world, she could've just bought an identical ring and pass it off for the original. Unfortunately, Joshua had that ring custom-made, and it wasn't easy to replicate. After dinner, it started to rain. The relatives began to trickle out one by one. Joshua stood by her side as they made their way to the car, his eyes trailing down to her bare wrist. "If you liked that bracelet at the auction, then I can buy you something like it," he said coolly. Alicia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes sardonically. She didn't believe for a second that Joshua had a change of heart towards her. "Trying to buy my silence, huh?" Her words were sharp, slicing right through Joshua's tender facade. "No need. I have no desire to be tangled up in your affairs." Joshua hadn't intended to sound like that, but her mocking tone struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, and a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Don't take it. The money I spend on you is a waste anyway." Alicia bit the inside of her cheek before adding firmly, "Joshua, I already told you. I'm willing to leave this marriage empty-handed. Let's sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning and end this once and for all." His smile twisted into something dark, something dangerous. "What about the ring?" "I lost it." Joshua's eyes narrowed, his tone unrelenting. "I don't care about anything else. I want the ring." She could barely contain her frustration, her breath hitching as he delivered his final blow. "If you can't find it," he said coldly, "I'll assume you're holding onto it because you still care about me." Just then, Joshua's phone rang; it was Lilliana calling. "Joshua." She mewled his name pitifully. "The thunder is so loud. I'm scared to sleep alone... Can you come over?" The car wasn't heading anywhere near Lilliana's and Joshua was furious with Alicia, so without a second thought, he kicked her out into the rain and sped off. He didn't even leave her an umbrella. Alicia stood frozen by the roadside, the downpour quickly soaking through her clothes. The cold rain seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core. Gritting her chattering teeth, she swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and began trudging along the drenched pavement. Behind her, the soft hum of an engine crept closer. A sleek, low-profile Maybach rolled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the rain. "Mr. Ward," the driver said, glancing back, "I believe that's Ms. Bennett." The car slowed to a stop. Caden glanced out the window, his sharp eyes narrowing on Alicia's lonesome figure. She had just paused, her fingers gathering the fabric of her soaked dress, tying it up to ease her stride. Caden's lips curled into a faint. "Invite her inside," he drawled. The car came to a halt next to Alicia. The driver stepped out, holding a large umbrella over her head, his voice polite. "Ms. Bennett, it's hard to find a cab at this hour. May I offer you a ride home?" Alicia's eyes flicked up, recognizing the man as the Yates family's driver. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice soft but steady. "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience." However, as soon as she slipped into the backseat of the car, she locked eyes with its other passenger--Caden. "We meet again so soon, sister-in-law?" His voice, smooth as velvet, carried a hint of mischief. ...... What happens next? 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Yes | 2025-01-13 18:27 | active | 2258 | 0 | ðAttention! Do not read in publicïŒð | As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... âWhere is she?!â Neah heard the Beta Kyle scream. She groaned and got to her feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with her. The moment he sees Neah, he strides towards her and his hand slices against her cheek. Neah doesn't make a sound as if she was used to the bully. âNeah, how useless your are! You still have not cleaned the office.â The beta snaps. Neah nods her head and her hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If she could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make her day. âWe are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!â Neah doesn't answer and she just keeps her eyes low to avert his face. Alpha Dane, she had ever heard rumours about him. From what she gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. âHe is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!â Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on Neah's shoulders, digging his nails into her thinning skin, âUseless Wolf.â He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, Neah leans back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing her eyes, Neah slides down to the floor. She hated this house. She thought when she turned 18, she could finally escape, but four years later, here she still is, a slave in her own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for her brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While her ex mate, Beta Kyle was always reminding her of how worthless she is. The clearing of a throat makes her jump. She thought she was alone. Leaning forward, Neah sees a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that donât quite look right. They suddenly shift to her and she throws herself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. âIs this the way you greet all Alphaâs?â His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. âIâm sorry.â Neah whispers, getting to her feet. âIâŠI thought I was alone.â She had no idea who he was but she could feel the power radiating off of him, even without her Wolf. âCome forward.â He orders. Neah does as she's told. Allowing him to see her properly and she is met with narrowed crimson eyes. She closes her own eyes, expecting the worst. âYou smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?â Neah's head moved up and down, though she couldnât tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about her. âI would prefer it if you spoke to me.â He growls, âIâm not in the mood to play games.â âYes.â Neah whispers. âI amâŠI am a Wolf.â She couldnât help but think of all the punishments she was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? She wasnât sure how much more her body could take. âHow is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.â âIâŠ..â Neah hated the question. âI havenât got all day!â He takes a swig from his drink. She knew why she couldnât scent him. She knew why she hadnât been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something she ever liked to do. They never hear her side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. âYou should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?â His deep voice sends a shiver through her. Slowly, she opens her eyes and lowers them. There was no way she was making direct eye contact. âMy Wolf abilities were bound.â âWhy?â If this is the Alpha that her brother is supposed to be meeting with, she knew she could screw everything up for him by saying too much. âIt was a punishment.â âFor what?â His deep voice rumbles through her. âFor killing my parents.â Neah whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and her brother screeches at her âNeah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. âI am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it was him. 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ð SORTEIO ESPECIAL SZ Store ð Que tal começar o ano com um Rolex Submariner no pulso? ð Essa é a sua chance de ganhar um relógio de luxo e elevar o seu estilo ao máximo, sem gastar nada! Para participar: 1ïžâ£ Siga @SZStore 2ïžâ£ Curta este post â€ïž 3ïžâ£ Marque 3 amigos nos comentários (quanto mais comentar, mais chances de ganhar!) â ïž Atenção: Perfis fakes ou de famosos não serão aceitos. ð O sorteio será realizado no dia 01/03/2025 (o horário será mencionada nos stories) e o resultado será anunciado nos nossos stories! ð Enviamos para qualquer lugar do mundo! Participe agora e conquiste o estilo que você merece com um Rolex exclusivo! #Giveaway #Sorteio #RolexSubmariner #LuxuryWatch #EstiloDeVida #RolexLovers #LuxuryStyle #WatchAddict #StyleGoals #SorteioRolex #SZStore #FashionGiveaway | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/_sz_store_ | SZ Store | https://www.facebook.com/61567099162990/ | 3 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/_sz_store_ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473315920_1105216088011237_6794977597552806663_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kHHo-3jzLfMQ7kNvgHadv1a&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A0bSEyHgQikkTm_PwBrffUJ&oh=00_AYA4CUoDNYrCHCfStDj2sIhNrBY8Mgd6OQazNgRupZL6tQ&oe=678B94B3 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | SZ Store | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-01-13 18:12 | active | 2255 | 0 | Donât Just Get InkâGet Art. Enter to Win a Free Tattoo Sleeve! | ðš Austin Tattoo Enthusiasts, Don't Miss This! ðšWeâre giving away a FREE Sleeve at Flying Tiger Tattoo. Weâre not just offering free work; weâre offering a chance to wear a masterpiece that embodies strength, beauty, and historyâcrafted with precision and respect for centuries-old techniques. Hereâs what youâll get: - A custom design consultation to craft a sleeve that brings your vision to life, infused with the powerful symbolism of Japanese tattoo art. - Masterful craftsmanship from our skilled artists, experts in the intricate, disciplined art of Traditional Japanese tattooing. - A clean, professional environment with top-tier inks and tools, ensuring every detail is perfect. - Aftercare instructions to preserve the vibrancy and longevity of your sleeve for years to come. This giveaway isnât just about free inkâitâs about receiving a timeless piece of art that tells your personal story while honoring the rich history of Japanese tattooing. ð¯ Enter Now for a chance to win a sleeve that will stay with you forever. At Flying Tiger Tattoo, we combine tradition, passion, and craftsmanship to create something truly special ð¥ | SIGN_UP | http://fb.me/ | Flying Tiger Tattoo | https://www.facebook.com/FlyingTigerTattooCo/ | 462 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sign Up | 0 | https://www.flyingtigertattoo.com/ | DCO | Get a free tattoo sleeve from Flying Tiger Tattoo | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473645734_909812897801971_7058802118858887793_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=nzCqGJQqMA0Q7kNvgFdtZqE&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AykLGQRIwJIwnsuUzRD0b45&oh=00_AYAatuWowNtY2fbnrxPzD2xhGHrKSh_DlMm_I1ITthRdPA&oe=678B676A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Flying Tiger Tattoo | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-01-13 18:12 | active | 2255 | 0 | Congratulations @wendingwords! here is your little one in her favourite unicorn tutu with Goldie her favourite soft toy. Loved drawing this, what a sweetie ðIâll email you the pdf shortly! âŠâŠâŠ.. Would you like me to draw your little one doing their favourite thing ? Folllow me and join my #drawmeMonday weekly giveaway. Every week I: âïž Pick one follower who comments on my #drawmeMonday post âïž DM that follower to request their childâs pic (pic is for my reference only and wonât be shown elsewhere) âïž Post that illustration to my account the following Monday âïž Email that follower an A4 size colour PDF in print resolution How to enter: Comment below: Loves to âinsert your wordâ Example comments: Loves to paint Loves to read Loves dinosaurs Loves spaghetti Loves her pink wellies etc etc Contest Rules: - For under 5âs only - One contest winner per week and contest resets every Monday. So if you donât get picked this week please persevere and comment on my following #drawmeMonday post until I get to you! This giveaway contest is not endorsed, administered or associated with Instagram or Facebook. #toddleractivities #toddlerlife #childrenseemagic #giveawaycontest | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/round.pebble | Round Pebble | https://www.facebook.com/roundpebblepublishing/ | 91 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/round.pebble | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473321624_943758551048204_2568268920972803461_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VYkgE5mlSV0Q7kNvgH_W5qh&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AykLGQRIwJIwnsuUzRD0b45&oh=00_AYAq2GN_YfoGw6jNQUIS1F75j92lxvP-CdtBc-9ZQlqLHg&oe=678B8A93 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Round Pebble | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-01-13 18:12 | active | 2255 | 0 | ðš GIVEAWAY: Win a free month of membership (+ first year annual dues waived for new members) just for posting a selfie with our January campaign! How to enter: ðž Snap a selfie of you with one of our January Campaign bus shelter ads located throughout NYC or one of our A-Frame signs located outside most Clubs. ð² Post to your IG Story or feed and tag @NYSC by 1/27/25 ð 1 winner will be selected and receive a free month of membership (+ first year annual dues waived for new members) â Full terms and conditions can be found at the link in our bio | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | https://www.instagram.com/_u/nysc | New York Sports Club | https://www.facebook.com/NewYorkSportsClub/ | 28,924 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | www.instagram.com | VIDEO | https://www.instagram.com/_u/nysc | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473669526_1129098265234226_3432360473084876248_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=iOYsIdXMogQQ7kNvgGVnFmD&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AykLGQRIwJIwnsuUzRD0b45&oh=00_AYBoYBMGgKqDU8UV6aRNLaN92rGNvivNbDi1qDnkQwUIEw&oe=678B6F47 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | New York Sports Club | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Online Booking | Happy Sunday smiles after a cute haircut! Kelly works great with little ones like this one. #cookiecutterslakewood #boyshaircut #littlegentlemanscut | BOOK_TRAVEL | http://bit.ly/lwbooking | Cookie Cutters Haircuts for Kids - Lakewood, Co | https://www.facebook.com/CookieCuttersLakewoodCo/ | 2,150 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Book now | 0 | home.shortcutssoftware.com | IMAGE | http://bit.ly/lwbooking | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473314271_535567102851245_3794299640756652247_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=R8jyVKX2ousQ7kNvgHgCtH3&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AX9UqfF4zP4xspRVgz0HrL2&oh=00_AYC4yXRJX3MSkixkeUjYmkq_s1DgrF4ILAjUevL7utDaeA&oe=678B83F6 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Cookie Cutters Haircuts for Kids - Lakewood, Co | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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ðš Giveaway Alert! ðš Kick off the year pest-free! Weâre giving away a FREE Riddy German Roach Kit to five lucky winners! Here's how to enter: 1ïžâ£ Click the link and fill out the entry form: https://bit.ly/4jpo4cL BONUS ENTRIES: 2ïžâ£ Tag 3 friends in the comments below. 3ïžâ£ Follow our social media pages. 4ïžâ£ Share this post to your story. ð Entries close January 27th. Winners will be announced on January 30th! Say goodbye to pests and hello to a fresh start! â #Riddy #PestControl #Giveaway #NewYearGiveaway #DIY #Giveaway | APPLY_NOW | https://getriddy.com/pages/sweepstakes | Riddy | https://www.facebook.com/Get.Riddy/ | 3,737 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Apply Now | 0 | DCO | https://getriddy.com/pages/sweepstakes | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472915689_1680506902868844_7286489156621462573_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tDFuF7nDfGoQ7kNvgGrfLN-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AykLGQRIwJIwnsuUzRD0b45&oh=00_AYBdy8eCd1BLRK48r1DEOj6MmN4DcjdxQ2tdUP5V0ZhxLA&oe=678B9877 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Riddy | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete |
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