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Enter to WIN a Boudoir Photoshoot! | Ladies of DFW, we're celebrating YOU this International Women's Day! 🎉 Win a luxurious boudoir experience, complete with: • Studio photoshoot • Pro hair & makeup styling • Complimentary closet access • $200 print credit! Apply now! | APPLY_NOW | http://fb.me/ | Stunning Boudoir Photography Dallas | https://www.facebook.com/STUNNINGBOUDOIRDALLAS/ | 2,169 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Apply Now | 0 | fb.me | DCO | Enter to win | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481194598_1348436986279075_7288831075795573049_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kZXobAhc5SIQ7kNvgEg--9k&_nc_oc=Adidb314IwUnvPEMpP0bLqrxHiGwVnVMWT04oM85BJLD5FLI-HMtf20hxW2PHHLNXM0OIQjWX3VwdRNQ_TrguZRB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AZybcOFGx77j_eUjve5JFh3&oh=00_AYDeAk5-xVddsl_6Zl3YYlMT04H4vG5hkk9dHJ7ZSUw_NA&oe=67C9E26A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Stunning Boudoir Photography Dallas | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Enter to WIN a Boudoir Photoshoot! | Ladies of DFW, we're celebrating YOU this International Women's Day! 🎉 Win a luxurious boudoir experience, complete with: • Studio photoshoot • Pro hair & makeup styling • Complimentary closet access • $200 print credit! Apply now! | APPLY_NOW | http://fb.me/ | Stunning Boudoir Photography Dallas | https://www.facebook.com/STUNNINGBOUDOIRDALLAS/ | 2,169 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Apply Now | 0 | fb.me | DCO | Enter to win | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481194598_1348436986279075_7288831075795573049_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kZXobAhc5SIQ7kNvgEg--9k&_nc_oc=Adidb314IwUnvPEMpP0bLqrxHiGwVnVMWT04oM85BJLD5FLI-HMtf20hxW2PHHLNXM0OIQjWX3VwdRNQ_TrguZRB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AZybcOFGx77j_eUjve5JFh3&oh=00_AYDeAk5-xVddsl_6Zl3YYlMT04H4vG5hkk9dHJ7ZSUw_NA&oe=67C9E26A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Stunning Boudoir Photography Dallas | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🚨 ONE DAY ONLY! Meet Canucks Star Linus Karlsson!🚨 🏆 Free Autographs + Meet & Greet! 🏒 Chance to WIN TWO CANUCKS TICKETS! 💥 March 6th 3:00 PM 📍At Pioneer Chrysler Jeep: 33320 1st Ave, Mission Don't miss this incredible opportunity! 👉 Visit Pioneer Chrysler: www.pioneerchryslerjeep.com #AbbotsfordCanucks #LinusKarlsson #CanucksTickets #PioneerChryslerJeep #MissionBC | CALL_NOW | Pioneer Chrysler Jeep | https://www.facebook.com/pioneerchryslerjeep/ | 2,437 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Call now | 0 | IMAGE | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481214827_1886342095525590_4042432464209060952_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VioPNXA3cB8Q7kNvgEz5kCk&_nc_oc=AdjsRRxefFHU-q3J2lGFsVu3cIDsUepERBFjju1lIxcgHsQMRLIwwv01J4JWs_ppjiT26xtcQ1a5pIiFJNMQEU74&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AZybcOFGx77j_eUjve5JFh3&oh=00_AYBvM4GD1taqXlEAiOch7sxLQ6r-WZzFECRPSL-K7id8Kg&oe=67C9FABF | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pioneer Chrysler Jeep | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-02 02:06 | active | 2673 | 0 | 🎉 $50 GIVEAWAY – Enter Now! 🎉 At Property Relief Services (PRS), we believe in giving back to our community, and what better way than with a $50 cash giveaway! Whether you’re looking to put it toward a home project, groceries, savings, or just a treat for yourself, this is your chance to win. 💰 HOW TO ENTER: ✅ Like & Follow our PRS Business Page. ✅ Like this post – Show it some love! ❤️ ✅ Comment below answering: “What would you do with $50?” ✅ Bonus (Optional): Tag a friend who would love to enter! 🏆 Winner gets $50 via Cash App, Venmo, or cash! 📅 Giveaway Ends: [Insert Deadline] 📢 Winner Announced: [Insert Date & Time] At PRS, we are passionate about helping homeowners and businesses maintain their properties hassle-free, and this giveaway is just a small way of saying THANK YOU for your support! 🔔 Don’t miss out – enter now and tell a friend! ⚠️ Disclaimer: This giveaway is not sponsored, endorsed, or administered by Facebook. By entering, you acknowledge that Facebook is not associated with this contest. 🎉 Good luck! We can’t wait to reward one of you! 🎉 #PRS #Giveaway #CommunityFirst #HomeCare #Budgeting #WinCash #StayBlessedStayDangerous | Property Relief Services | https://www.facebook.com/100068973994059/ | 117 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | TEXT | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481216736_620922310723105_5647327697784597504_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kUTIVsGmNl0Q7kNvgHFklf4&_nc_oc=Adh8Buld_NW49oWJ_b3N6S3Ep2aY6IlHwN23mYnPbdL3_5Jxjb6OT_RsdLN3yY8TscJ2O6z5utE1ZPXPiqRIjnDb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A16T0uVMKcG6Ga_7W3WZAjM&oh=00_AYASq_AgSt0qdosfdcX_JI23IP6_FYgj2c5sFTzOcF-hBg&oe=67C9DBE9 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Property Relief Services | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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instagram.com | 🚨GIVEAWAY TIME ⏰‼️ See how to enter below 👇 • • • Sole Island Collectibles Follower Giveaway! We will be giving away the following item: One Piece Whitebeard w/ Moby Dick Ship Funko POP How to Enter: 1. You must follow us @sole.island.collectibles on Instagram! 2. Tag 3 friends in the comments 3. Like this post on Instagram 4. Share this post to your story 5. Follow us on Whatnot - Soleislandllc Whatnot link is posted on our instagram bio for easy access! Rules/Regulations: 1. Each Instagram account can enter the giveaway up to 3 times. If you want to enter 3 times please post 3 separate comments while tagging 3 friends in each comment. The giveaway will start today Friday 2/28 and will run until Sunday March 9th 11:59pm EST. The winner will be picked at random and announced on Monday 3/10. The winner will be notified with an Instagram message and will also be posted on our Instagram! The prize can be picked up from us at our Store in Englishtown Flea Market or we can ship the item to you at our cost. *WE WILL NOT REACH OUT TO YOU FOR ANY ADDITIONAL STEPS. DO NOT RESPOND TO ANY SCAM PROFILES CLAIMING TO BE US. THERE WILL ONLY BE ONE WINNER AND THE WINNER WILL ONLY BE NOTIFIED FROM OUR INSTAGRAM* Please message us with any questions you may have and Good Luck! #soleisland #soleislandcollectibles #funko #funkopop #funkocollector #funkophotoadaychallenge #funkoaddict #funkopops #funkopopnews #funkofamily #funkopopvinyl #funkomania #funkophotoaday #funkofunatic #funkocommunity #englishtown #englishtownfleamarket #fleamarket #newjersey #giveaway #freegiveaway #contest #tagforlikes #tagstagram #fyp #onepiece #anime #whitebeard | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/sole.island.collectibles | Sole Island | https://www.facebook.com/100027778311715/ | 581 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/sole.island.collectibles | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481025304_1145564396831553_7953779533110042614_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=e1JRn19Sof8Q7kNvgFbfwYK&_nc_oc=Adj1-x7sNqWxStwkNLXgN60_PgWqS40RDNlapn8Dq5no1-VIXztIEPo0EB9c43MjHUwPb0I00WFeTPK6AS0CVHVi&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A16T0uVMKcG6Ga_7W3WZAjM&oh=00_AYBLRCIx3ICfONHEK2DUp_xOpWgIIkEpINlbeR3JCpVD4Q&oe=67C9F920 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sole Island | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-03-02 01:30 | active | 2671 | 0 | ❤️🔥Reclaimed By The Alpha King | Kimberly's POV "Has he made his appearance?" I asked Mona, my stepsister, as I got up from the bed and walked to the front door. "Not yet, but he should be here soon." Mona glanced up from her spot by the window. My brows furrowed, my face stiffened, and my eyes leveled out. I leaned out the door, trying to catch a glimpse of Alpha Derrick Wilson, who was known for making dramatic entrances. And there he was, walking in with his followers. As usual, Alpha Derrick wore his black robe, which only added to his intimidating look. His presence was overpowering; everyone seemed to shrink back, shivering as he passed by, too scared to even look him in the eyes. I quickly stepped back into the room, stealing one more glance at him. Despite his fearsome reputation, there was something about him that drew me in. His eyes had a certain light, and his face, though stern, carried a gentle warmth that I couldn't quite ignore. Alpha Derrick was the famous leader of the Night Walker Pack, feared by many. After tonight, he would become the youngest Alpha to control an entire city. Our Moon Stone Pack owned a part of downtown Perth, dominating all other packs except the Night Walkers. For two years, my father, Alpha Darwin, had been giving Alpha Derrick a portion of everything we had to build an alliance. To ensure more control, Alpha Derrick asked my father to step back from managing the rest of downtown. Not just that, he also asked for my hand in marriage. Without hesitation, my father gave me away along with the other half of the city. After tonight's engagement, I'd be joining the Night Walker Pack, starting a new chapter in my life. I hoped I wouldn't regret this. "You're nervous, aren't you?" Mona's voice pulled me back from my reverie. She walked in front of me, her eyes full of concern. "It's obvious, isn't it?" I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "This whole thing is Dad's doing." Mona instantly took my hands, squeezing them gently. "Relax, Kimberly. Tonight is your night. You're the luckiest woman in the world to have Alpha Derrick's heart." I scoffed, pulling my hands away. "We both know I didn't win him over. Dad just handed me over like a business deal." Mona looked at me, her gaze soft but firm. "Alpha Derrick isn't like that. He wouldn't have agreed if he didn't have some feelings for you." "Feelings?" I laughed bitterly. "He just wants the city, not me. If he cares about anything, it's the power that comes with it." Mona shook her head. "No... You know he's not driven by self-interest. He's a leader who puts others first." "You sure sound like you know him well," I teased, and we both laughed. Still, I couldn't shake the feeling that Mona knew more about Derrick than I did. "You messed up your makeup," Mona noticed, wiping the smudged mascara from under my eyes. "You should look perfect for him tonight." "Thanks…" I managed a small smile as she fixed my makeup. Despite being three years younger, Mona often acts like the older sister, always looking out for me. When I first had my shift under the full moon at eighteen, Mona, though only fourteen at the time, stayed with me the entire night. She wasn't scared at all; in fact, she playfully tugged at my wolf's tail until she fell asleep. Now, I'm twenty-one, and she's seventeen. I'm excited for her eighteenth birthday, her first shift, and the chance to meet her mate. "I'm going to miss you so much," I whispered, the words slipping out without me even realizing. Mona pulled me into a tight hug. "I'll miss you more. But remember, I'll always love you and be there for you." I felt my cheeks heat up, and I pulled back, brushing her hair lightly. "Will—" Luna Catherine, Mona's mother, suddenly barged in, cutting me off. "Why are you still here?" she snapped, her brows furrowed. "Kimberly, you need to get downstairs now!" "Mom!" Mona shot her a glare. "Alright, Mom—I mean, ma'am," I corrected myself quickly. Luna Catherine hated it when I called her mom, though it was hard not to. I'd called her that for years until she asked me to stop. My real mother died when I was three, and my father, as Alpha, remarried quickly to keep the pack stable. Luna Catherine was loving at first, but after Mona was born, everything changed. She seemed to resent me, maybe because my father always doted on me. She saw me as competition for his attention, wanting it all for Mona. Mona, though, was nothing like her mother. She's always been sweet, treating me like a true sister. We couldn't stand to be apart for long. "I still don't know why your father chose you," Luna Catherine sneered, her words stinging more than I expected. I clutched the white dress in my hands, fighting back tears. Even though I was used to her harsh words, this one hurt deeply. Truthfully, I didn't feel worthy of being Alpha Derrick's mate. He was everything I wasn't—strong, confident, and admired by everyone. I was just the girl who never found her mate after her first shift, a rarity in our pack where most she-wolves find their mates right away. "There's still time to back out," Luna Catherine muttered, looking at me with disdain. "You can save yourself the embarrassment." I clenched my fists as I nodded my head. "I'm sorry." "That's enough, Mom!" Mona interjected, glaring at her. Luna Catherine rolled her eyes and left the room, muttering under her breath. "Don't let her words get to you, Kim," Mona said softly, turning to me. "You're beautiful." "Thanks, Mona." I forced a smile. I wasn't going to let Luna Catherine's words ruin this night for me. I hadn't experienced what it was like to have a mate yet, and I was desperate for that connection everyone else talked about. I was hoping tonight would be different. "Let's go before Dad starts looking for us," I said, taking a deep breath. Mona nodded and led the way out of the room. My heart pounded in my chest as we walked down the hall towards the main gathering. The pack house was buzzing with activity, new faces from the city mingling to the sound of music. I spotted my father first, busy negotiating with the other Alphas gathered around a large table. I scanned the room, feeling a pang of anxiety. Alpha Derrick wasn't there. "Where could he be?" I muttered, scanning the crowd. "Huh?" Mona looked at me, confused. "Who are you looking for?" "Alpha Derrick. He's not here." Mona smiled and pointed behind me. "Look, he's over there." I turned around slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. Alpha Derrick's piercing blue eyes met mine for the first time. Goosebumps ran down my arms, and I couldn't look away. It felt like his gaze had trapped me, holding me in place. He was even more stunning up close. A tall, muscular figure with broad shoulders and an effortlessly handsome face. He was exactly the kind of man I had always dreamed of. "Kimberly!" Mona's voice snapped me out of my thoughts, then I realized Alpha Derrick is just a step away from where I stood. Glaring at me. "I… I'm Kimberly," I stammered, waving awkwardly at him. Alpha Derrick's expression immediately soured slightly, and he didn't seem impressed. I could feel my hand hanging awkwardly in the air as he stared at me. His eyes held a hint of annoyance, making me question what was going on. "Who is this?" Derrick finally spoke, turning to one of his followers with a glare. My heart sank at his words. He referred to me as "this," and I felt a pang of regret. My wolf stirred inside me, angry at the disrespect, but I kept her in check. We didn't stand a chance against the strongest Alpha in the city. Before I could respond, Mona stepped forward boldly, her eyes flashing with defiance. "She's my sister, and you're going to be engaged to her soon!" I stared at her in shock, not believing what she had just done. "What are you doing, Mona?" I hissed, quickly pulling her behind me. I turned to Alpha Derrick, bowing my head. "I'm sorry for her behavior." Alpha Derrick chuckled, stepping closer. I froze, unable to move as he reached out and lifted my chin with his fingers. My heart skipped a beat at his touch, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from his. 'What is he doing? Is he testing me?' I wondered, my thoughts racing. "I think she's lovely," Alpha Derrick announced loudly, his voice echoing in the hall, drawing all attention to us. "I'm choosing her to be my mate." I felt a surge of warmth at his words, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. But then, to my utter shock, he shoved me away. He pulled Mona forward, raising her hand high. "She will be my future Luna." 2: When I saw Alpha Derrick hoist Mona's hand into the air, everything stopped. For a split second, my mind froze. I blinked, taking in more light than I expected. Everything came to a standstill as my thoughts caught up with my actions. My body went numb, and an overwhelming pain invaded my soul. My chest tightened so hard like it might burst. I stared blankly at Alpha Derrick's warm smile as he hailed Mona as his "Future Luna!" The joy on his face left me dumbfounded. A rush of panic flooded me, like I'd had too much coffee. But then, it sank deeper. What I feared most had shown itself—REJECTION. It wasn't the rejection itself that hurt the most; it was the consequences. I wanted to run, hide, and disappear at that moment. It reminded me of when I was a child, terrified of being rejected by my mate once I turned eighteen. Time seemed irrelevant. The fear felt as fresh as it did then. I thought adults had everything figured out, but standing here, I realized that wasn't true. I was still the same person, just older. My anxiety spiked as I stared at him, wondering what would happen next. In Moon Stone Pack, an Alpha must never reject a she-wolf from the pack. If it happens, the rejected wolf is forced to leave and become a slave to the Alpha that rejected her. She must sever all ties with her family and pretend not to know them if they ever cross paths. Ten years ago, I saw Miss Laura being dragged from a gathering like this. She was taken away by the Alpha who had refused her as his mate. She lasted less than a year before taking her own life. I couldn't believe I was facing the same fate. The crowd erupted in cheers, snapping me back to reality. They were celebrating Alpha Derrick and Mona. I turned and saw my father's face. He looked away, his cheeks flushed with shame. His disappointment was clear. "So, you're choosing Mona as your future Luna over Kimberly?" Luna Catherine's voice rang out, her eyes sparkling. "Yes, and that's my final decision!" Alpha Derrick announced. I tossed my hair back, glancing at Mona, expecting her to be upset. I braced myself to calm her down if she said anything reckless. But what I saw crushed my heart. Mona was smiling, holding Derrick's hand tightly. She looked at ease, happier than I'd ever seen her. She wasn't thinking about me at all. "Is that really Mona?" I whispered, my gaze locked on her. I couldn't understand what was happening. Just moments ago, she was cheering for me. Now, she was someone completely different. I stood there, speechless, my mind blank. "Alpha Derrick, may I remind you that you initially chose Kimberly?" My father's voice cut through the noise, surprising everyone. "Yes, I did. But now, I'm rejecting her," Alpha Derrick said firmly, still holding Mona's hand. "That's unacceptable!" My father's eyes blazed with anger. "We had an agreement! I expect you to honor it!" "Have I broken our contract?" Alpha Derrick smiled, lifting Mona's hand again. "Isn't she your daughter as well?" "She is, but she hasn't had her first shift yet," my father argued. Alpha Derrick let go of Mona's hand and walked over to my father. "So?" "She could be bonded to her true mate by then, causing problems!" my father snapped. "I won't let her go, no matter what happens after her first shift! She is mine, now and forever!" Alpha Derrick declared. As I listened, my heart sank. I had already given up on finding my mate, but hearing Derrick's harsh words felt like a dagger to my chest. My father was left speechless. With Derrick's strong feelings for Mona and his insistence that she would be his Luna, I saw no way forward for me. "Please, calm down, both of you," Luna Catherine urged, stepping between them. "Whether it's Mona or Kimberly, the alliance between our packs will remain. There's no need to argue." My father glared at her, then stormed out of the hall, unable to hide his frustration. I knew he'd tried his best, but words alone couldn't change Derrick's mind. I looked at Mona, who seemed thrilled with how things were unfolding. "I guess we can begin another engagement arrangement now that you've chosen Mona," Luna Catherine said to Derrick, her smile wide. "Great! Let's begin the planning. We'll get engaged in three days!" Alpha Derrick announced. The crowd cheered as Derrick delivered the news. In three days, on my stepsister's engagement night, I would become Derrick's slave. It felt like a nightmare. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't move. Embarrassment kept me rooted to the spot. I buried my face in my hands, too ashamed to look up. People quickly shifted their focus away from me, returning to their conversations. Luna Catherine went off to apologize to the other Alphas for my father's sudden departure. Alpha Derrick was busy giving orders, and I was left alone with my thoughts. "Were you surprised by how things ended?" Mona's voice suddenly rang out, full of excitement as she approached me. I lifted my head, meeting her gaze. "How could…you?" I stammered, lost for words as she grinned, glowing with happiness. She scoffed and stepped closer. "Alpha Derrick would never choose you! He's always been mine!" "Yours?" I gasped, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Of course, he's mine!" Mona said proudly, her voice dripping with smugness. This was the first time in all our years as sisters that I felt this way about Mona. I felt uneasy, as if everything had changed. "How is that possible? Why didn't you talk to me? Why are you saying it now?" I asked, my anger bubbling up. I clenched my hands tightly, trying to stay calm. "Because I wanted to see Alpha Derrick reject you!" Mona laughed, the sound cruel and sharp. I froze, struggling to process her words. Even though she knew the consequences of rejection in our pack, she wished it for me? She wanted me to suffer this fate? I don't really understand... "So…you want me to become his slave?" I asked, my voice trembling. Tears welled up, but I held them back. I had to stay strong in front of her. "Exactly. And more than that, I don't want you in our lives at all," Mona said, leaning close to whisper in my ear. "Do you really think you had a chance with Alpha Derrick? Of course not, Kimberly. I had a plan to get rid of you from the start!" Her words stunned me, tears streaming down my face. I felt dizzy, like I might faint. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked at her smile, and it felt like my chest was burning. She wrapped her arms around herself, laughing softly as she watched me. "Oh my! Look at you! Crying already… Kim, save your tears. This is just the beginning of your suffering!" "You're my sister! How can you be so cruel?" I cried out, my voice breaking. "Who's your sister? Have you forgotten you were just rejected? You're not part of this family anymore!" Mona sneered. I couldn't hold back my anger any longer, then I shoved her away. "How dare you say that? You're a traitor!" Mona stumbled back, falling to the floor with a dramatic cry. I knew she was faking it, but I didn't care. My eyes stayed fixed on the drama queen lying on the floor. Everyone's attention immediately turned to us, shocked to see Mona on the ground, crying. "Mona, my dear!" Luna Catherine rushed to her, her face full of concern as she tried to help her up. Before I could react, I felt a sharp sting on my cheeks. A loud slap had landed on my face, my cheek burning with pain as I turned to see who did it... 3: "How dare you touch her with your filthy hands!" Alpha Derrick's voice boomed as he glared at me, his eyes full of rage. He was the one who had just slapped me across the face. I stood there, frozen, staring back at him like a fool. I had no idea what to do or say. No matter what I said, I knew he would side with Mona. I had never hurt Mona, but everyone believed her over me. No one wanted to hear my side of the story. "Seize her!" Alpha Derrick ordered. Two of his guards rushed forward and grabbed my arms. I didn't struggle. I let them drag me without resisting. "Let her go!" My father stormed into the room, demanding my release. The guards hesitated but released me when Alpha Derrick gave a slight nod. They shoved me away, and I stumbled but caught myself. I took deep breaths, fighting back the tears that were about streaming down my face. I got up slowly and walked to my father's side. The pain was too much, and I couldn't say a word. Silence felt like the safest choice. "This is a family matter," my father said, his voice tight. "We'll handle it ourselves. I apologize for any trouble this has caused you." He bowed his head slightly to Alpha Derrick, who nodded in return. "The party is over. Everyone, please leave," my father announced, and the hall slowly emptied. Alpha Derrick walked over to Mona, kissed her on the forehead, and whispered something in her ear which made her smile. Mona looked like a movie star. Her long, thick, wavy blonde hair framed her face, and her skin was flawless. When she smiled, which was often, her white teeth lit up her entire face. It was no wonder Alpha Derrick was smitten with her. I watched them together, my heart aching. I felt like I should have been the one standing beside him, but Mona had stolen him from me. I turned away from them, feeling a pang of jealousy. My hair was as dark as the night, flowing down my back and over my shoulders. I had a slim waist and a golden tan. My eyebrows framed my constellation-brown eyes, and I had full, heart-shaped lips like my mother. I looked just like her, except for my cowardice. Mona, on the other hand, had inherited her mother's looks but I never thought she had also inherited Luna Catherine's cruel heart. Once Alpha Derrick left, my father turned to Mona and Luna Catherine, his eyes blazing. "We need to talk...now!" He stormed out of the hall, his voice sharp and commanding. I was left alone with my two enemies, both glaring at me. I quickly looked down, avoiding Luna Catherine's gaze. Even if I wanted to fight back, I couldn't. She was our pack's Luna, and I had to respect that. Besides, I would lose my place in the MoonStone pack in three days and become a slave to Alpha Derrick. "Let's go, Mom," Mona said coldly, brushing past me with her shoulder. Luna Catherine didn't say a word, pretending not to notice as she followed her daughter out of the hall. I wished my mother were still alive. I knew that if she were here, Mona and her mother would have no place in our lives. "Didn't I warn you about Mona?" Hannah's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see her standing beside Louis, her mate. Hannah and Louis were my childhood friends. We were all around the same age and had gone to the same high school and college. We didn't know they would end up as mates until we turned eighteen. They used to bicker a lot back then, and I was always the one to settle their arguments. They were meant to be together, even if they didn't realize it at the time. They didn't even know they were soulmates until the day after our first shift. I was happy for them, even though I always joked about it before they took me seriously. "Hannah, ease up. She's already in distress," Louis said, giving Hannah a stern look. "Louis, I'm done sugarcoating things for her! Kimberly, I told you about your evil stepsister, but you didn't listen!" Hannah shot back. Hannah was right. She had warned me not to trust Mona, but I didn't listen. I thought she was just being mean because she and Mona never got along. But it turned out Hannah knew more about Mona than I did. I remembered the night I told them Alpha Derrick was interested in me. Hannah confronted Mona about how Mona seemed upset by my good news. I only thought Hannah was just overreacting, so I stepped in. I never imagined someone so close to me could betray me over a man. Mona had always been kind and supportive, so I trusted her completely. She was always on my side against her mother, despite the age difference. Seeing her break my trust tonight was heartbreaking. "Kimberly, are you just going to stay quiet?" Hannah asked, walking closer to me. "I don't know what to say," I whispered, looking into her eyes. "I've been rejected by an Alpha. I have to face the consequences." "Is there really nothing you can do?" Louis asked, his voice full of concern. "No, there's nothing," I said calmly. "I just have to accept whatever comes my way." "But you could fight back, Kimberly," Hannah urged, holding my hands tightly. "Tell everyone the truth about Mona." "Who would believe me now?" I asked. "Everyone thinks Mona is perfect. If I say anything bad about her, they'll just think I'm being bitter." "I can't believe this is happening to you," Louis said softly, his face full of sympathy. "I wish we could do something." "I know we can fight this," Hannah insisted. "I'm sure of it." "It's okay, guys. I'll be fine. I just need time to heal," I said, trying to smile. Hannah pulled me into a tight hug, tears in her eyes. Louis patted my back gently. "You two should leave now. We can't be seen together," I told them, still holding Hannah. "No, Kimberly. I want to stay with you," Hannah said stubbornly. "You can't, Hannah. If they find out, you'll be in trouble too. Please, just go. I'll be okay." "I think we should go, Hannah," Louis said, pulling her gently. "Kimberly needs some space for herself." Hannah reluctantly let go of me, waving until they were out of sight. I was alone in the hall once again. I wanted to run far away from this place, but I knew that wasn't possible. Alpha Derrick would find me wherever I went. This city has become a dangerous place for me. I kept trying to think of a way out, but nothing came to mind. I just had to face my fate and avoid making any rash decisions. I spotted a bottle of wine on the floor and picked it up. I don't usually drink, so I didn't know what kind it was or how strong it was. I needed to clear my mind, and this seemed like the easiest way. I left the hall, carrying the bottle with me. Outside, the pack house was eerily quiet. My engagement had been ruined, and everyone had left. My father's anger scared everyone away. They all knew how much he loved me, and no one wanted to face his wrath. Instead of going back inside, I headed to the basement at the back of the pack house. I was the only one who knew it existed. I had found it when I was looking for a place to hide whenever Luna Catherine scolded me. It was my escape, my secret refuge. I stopped going there when Mona got older and started following me around. But tonight was different. I was alone again, and I needed that safe space. I paused as I reached the hidden entrance. I felt like someone was watching me. "Mind if I join you for a drink?" a smooth voice asked from my behind. The voice sounded like a soft, sweet melody to my ears. Startled, I turned around to see who it was... 4: Alpha Derrick's POV I sat on my bed, a smirk of satisfaction on my face. Tonight, I'd made the best decision ever by rejecting Kimberly Fray. Thanks to Mona's help, Alpha Darwin would struggle to hold onto his position now that his first daughter had been rejected. With no one to challenge me, I would ensure that I stayed the most feared Alpha in the whole city. I chuckled softly, feeling proud of all I'd accomplished since becoming the Alpha of the Night Walkers. My father passed away seven years ago, but his legacy continued through me. He always wanted our pack to be the strongest, and that's exactly what I intended to uphold. No other pack would ever dominate us. We would remain at the top, and the Night Walkers would continue to instill fear in other packs. As I reveled in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Sorry to disturb you, my lord. Someone from the neighboring city is here to see you," a voice said timidly. It was Jackson, one of my most loyal followers. He stood with his head bowed, not daring to look me in the eyes. "Who is it?" I asked, barely looking up. "It's Oliver, my lord," Jackson replied. Oliver was the son of Alpha Kelly from the Lock's Heart Pack. He had pledged his loyalty to me, seeking my help to overthrow his father and claim the Alpha title for himself. "Tell him I'll be there in a moment," I ordered. Jackson nodded and left the room. I stood up, straightened my black shirt, and made my way to the pack house's waiting room. As I entered, Oliver and everyone else in the room bowed their heads in respect. I glanced around before focusing on Oliver. "How's everything at Lock's Heart?" I asked directly. "All according to plan, my lord," Oliver said, his voice laced with determination. "After the next full moon, you can attack our pack and kill my father." "You seem eager," I noted, raising an eyebrow. "I am. My father is too weak to lead us any longer. It's time for new leadership before someone else takes over," Oliver declared with a bitter edge. "Good. But remember, I'm only helping you because it benefits me," I reminded him. "Of course, my lord. I won't forget your generosity," Oliver responded, bowing his head. "You can go now," I said, dismissing him with a wave. Oliver quickly turned and left the room. As soon as he was gone, Jackson approached me cautiously. "My lord, are you sure about helping Oliver? He's willing to kill his own father for power. He could betray you too," Jackson warned. "Don't worry, Jackson." I smirked. "As soon as Oliver takes the Alpha position, I'll handle him. He won't get the chance to betray me." Jackson looked relieved but still a bit uneasy. "As you wish, my lord." "Prepare for the chaos after my engagement in three days," I said with a sinister grin. "Alright, my Lord." As I watched Jackson stand up to leave, my mind drifted back to my plans. Everything was falling into place. The Night Walkers would soon be the most feared pack in the city, and with Alpha Darwin weakened, no one would stand in my way. I could almost taste the power that lay ahead. But then, Jackson hesitated, lingering in the doorway, his brows furrowed as if he had more to say. I noticed the tension in his stance and the way his eyes darted around nervously. "Speak, Jackson. What's on your mind?" I asked, my voice sharp with impatience. He swallowed hard and stepped closer, lowering his voice. "My lord, there's something else. A rumor." "A rumor?" I repeated, my curiosity piqued. I leaned forward slightly, indicating he should continue. Jackson nodded, glancing around to make sure no one else was listening. "Yes, my lord. There's talk that the Alpha King... the one who vanished ten years ago... he's back." For a moment, I just stared at him, my mind processing the words. The Alpha King? Back? The very idea sent a cold chill down my spine, but I kept my expression neutral, refusing to show any weakness. I couldn't afford to appear shaken in front of Jackson or anyone else. The Alpha King was not someone to take lightly. He had been the strongest, the most powerful leader before he disappeared. If he truly was back, he could pose a serious threat to everything I'd built. "Where did you hear this?" I demanded. "It's just whispers, my lord," Jackson said quickly, sensing my unease. "Nobody knows where he is, or if it's even true. But the rumor is spreading fast. Some say he's here, in the city, hiding in plain sight." My jaw tightened as I considered the implications. If the Alpha King was indeed back, he could challenge my authority, possibly even unite the packs against me. The fragile alliances I'd formed could even crumble in an instant. Fear flickered in my chest, a cold and unwelcome feeling that I hadn't experienced in years. I clenched my fists, pushing the fear down. I was Alpha Derrick, leader of the Night Walkers, the most feared Alpha in the city. I couldn't afford to let this shake me. But, the Alpha King was a legend, a force to be reckoned with. I had no illusions about my own strength; I was ruthless, cunning, but the Alpha King? He was on another level entirely. If he decided to take back his throne, what would that mean for me? For my pack? I could see it all slipping away, years of work and bloodshed undone by the return of one man. A man whose mere name could send packs scattering like frightened sheep. I stood there, staring at the wall, my mind racing with different possibilities. Why return now, after all these years? Was he planning to take back his power, or was this just some ploy? I turned back to Jackson, masking my inner turmoil with a cold gaze. "I want you to find him," I ordered, my voice firm despite the turmoil roiling inside me. "I don't care how many ears you have to pull, or how many shadows you have to scour. Find out where he is before my engagement to Mona." "Yes, my lord. I'll get on it right away." Jackson nodded, though I could see the unease in his eyes. As he left, I sat back down on my throne, staring blankly ahead. I couldn't let this distract me, not now. Not with so much at stake. But the fear remained, clawing at the edges of my resolve. I clenched my jaw, my mind racing with thoughts of what I would do if the rumors were true. The Alpha King was the one person I'd never anticipated returning. I had built my empire in the shadow of his absence, and now, with him back, everything felt precariously balanced on the edge of a knife. "Three days," I muttered to myself, trying to steady my nerves. "I have three days to find him and ensure he stays out of my way." The engagement to Mona was meant to solidify my position, to bring the Night Walkers and the MoonStone pack closer together, ensuring that no one could challenge me in particular. But with the Alpha King back in the picture, even that alliance might not be enough. I couldn't let anyone see the doubt that was now creeping into my mind. Not Jackson, not Mona, not any of my followers. To them, I was invincible, unshakeable. I needed to keep it that way. The Night Walkers would not bow to anyone, not even the Alpha King. I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. I would not be dethroned by a ghost from the past. I would find him. I would crush him. And if it came down to it, I would kill the Alpha King myself and take his title! Three days. That's all I had. Three days to find him and secure my future... 5: Kimberly's POV As I turned around, I noticed the man standing before me looked strikingly like Brad Pitt in his thirties. He had an androgynous look that made him stand out, and his skin looked kissed by the sun, radiating warmth and energy. His cheekbones were sharp, like mountain peaks, and his gaze, bright and captivating, drew me in like lodestars. They sparkled like two blue gems against fresh snow, mesmerizing me completely. "Can I help you?" I asked, my eyes glued to his. He smiled, his expression warm and inviting. "I'm just someone who admires you a lot." I blinked, taken aback. "You admire me?" He nodded. "Yes. If you don't mind, I'd like to keep you company tonight." I hesitated. "Thanks, but… I think I'd prefer to be alone." I didn't want to seem too eager, to give him the impression I was easy to sway. He chuckled, his white, sharp teeth gleaming. "Your eyes say otherwise." I froze, caught off guard. Had he seen right through me? I forced a small, nervous smile. Just as I was about to say something, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, pulling me close against the basement door. His right hand covered my mouth. "Shh… someone's coming," he whispered. My heart raced as I breathed in his scent—rich, elegant, intoxicating. I wanted to stay in his arms forever, feeling safe and warm. After a few tense moments, he released me and stepped back. "Sorry," he said, returning his hands into his pant pockets. "I didn't mean to startle you. I just didn't want us to get caught." "It's okay, I get it." I wanted to say that I wouldn't have minded staying in his arms longer, but instead, I nodded. He smiled. "So, are we staying out here all night?" "What do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't we going inside?" He gestured towards the basement door. "Oh," I mumbled, quickly opening the door and ushering him inside. I was doing all that without hesitation and not knowing what was pushing me. But deep down inside, a part of me wanted to be with him. Once we were in, I locked the door behind us. He looked around, his eyes wide with wonder. "This place is amazing." I shrugged, feeling shy. I had decorated the basement myself, but I hadn't thought much of it. It was just a place for me to be alone. He sat down next to me, close enough that our shoulders brushed. "Shall we get started?" I stared at him, confused. "Get started with what?" He laughed softly, pointing at the wine bottle in my hand. "With the wine, of course." I relaxed, feeling silly for overthinking. "Right, the wine." I placed the bottle on the ground, suddenly aware of how my nerves were getting the best of me. He poured a bit into a single glass. I took the first sip, the wine burning slightly as it went down my throat. He watched me carefully, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay, Kimberly?" he asked, touching my arm gently. I waved him off, trying to play it cool. "I'm fine. It's just strong." I paused, then asked, "By the way, how do you know my name?" He grinned. "I told you... I'm your secret admirer. Of course I know your name." "But who are you? You don't sound like you're from around here." "I'm not," he admitted. "I came all the way from another city just to meet you." "Why?" I blurted out. "Why me?" "Because I like you." His tone was sincere, almost tender. I nearly dropped the glass. "You… like me?" I repeated, stunned. "Yes," he said softly. "I've liked you for a long time." My heart pounded in my chest. I had never imagined someone so perfect would say something like that to me. His eyes softened. "I was there when Alpha Derrick rejected you. I saw it all." The mention of Derrick brought a fresh sting to my heart. I looked away, swallowing the pain. "I'd rather not talk about it." He nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up." I took a deep breath. "Tonight, I just want to forget everything. I want to have fun." His smile returned. "I can help with that." "How?" I challenged, my eyes meeting his. "By showing you how amazing you are," he whispered, leaning in close. Before I could react, his lips were on mine, soft and warm. I froze, my mind blank but I didn't push him away. Maybe it's because of the alcohol... His kiss was gentle, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me, making me feel alive in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. He pulled back, his voice low and teasing. "I'm in control tonight. Just trust me, and I'll give to you feelings that you've never had before." I stared at him, speechless. Part of me wanted to push him away, to say this was all too much, too fast. But another part, the part that was hurt and longing, wanted to surrender to the moment. Finally I nodded, and he smiled. He took his time, undressing me carefully, as if unwrapping a precious gift. His hands were soft but firm, exploring my body in ways that made me shiver. "Don't be afraid," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Just feel." I closed my eyes, letting go of all the fears and doubts. In that dimly lit basement, with nothing but the soft hum of the city outside, I let myself fall into him. His touch was both a comfort and a thrill, a mix of tenderness and fire that made my pulse race. When he finally pulled me close, I felt a sense of freedom, like all the weight of the world had lifted. For once, I wasn't thinking about tomorrow or what others thought. I was just here, with him, living in the moment. And for tonight, that was enough... ★★The Next Morning★★ The loud buzz of my alarm clock jolted me awake. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, glancing around the room. "Where did he go?" I murmured, realizing I was alone. My heart sank as I scanned the room for any sign of him. But It was just me, an empty wine bottle on the floor, and memories of the night before. I pushed myself up, feeling the dull ache in my body. The alcohol still lingered in my system, and I had no idea how many times we had... well, how many times we had done it. But despite everything, I couldn't deny I had enjoyed it. "You're such an idiot Kim!" I scolded myself, running a hand through my hair. "You didn't even ask for his name." I sighed, embarrassed at my recklessness. How could I let myself go low with a stranger like that? I glanced down, realizing I was completely naked. "Oh my gosh!" I yelped, grabbing my dress off the floor and quickly slipping it on. The alarm clock still blared in the background, reminding me that it was already past five in the morning. It was early, too early for anyone to be up. If I hurried, I could sneak back into the pack house unnoticed. I picked up my heels and held them in my hand, deciding to walk barefoot to avoid making any noise. I took a deep breath and opened the basement door, stepping out cautiously. I glanced around, making sure the coast was clear before tiptoeing towards the main entrance. My heart raced with every step, hoping no one would see me. Just as I reached the door, a hand grabbed my wrist from behind. 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Yes | 2025-03-02 02:54 | active | 2674 | 0 | Read next chapter👉 | Three years of passion without love. But after every night in bed, he took his first love to her checkups. She struck back--filed for divorce and hired a model who looked just like him... for wild, endless nights! ===== Chapter 1 Carry On With Whatever This Is A military jeep thundered down the bustling bar street, its presence like a storm on the horizon. The jeep, adorned with a high-ranking officer's insignia and a distinctive license plate, commanded the attention of all it passed. It came to a jarring halt in front of the neon-lit Serendipity bar, its brakes screeching a piercing challenge to the surrounding nightlife. The door of the jeep opened and then slammed shut with a force that reverberated through the silent evening, mimicking the sharp report of a gunshot. A man emerged, his camouflage uniform blending oddly with the urban setting. His stern expression and the firm set of his jaw added to his daunting presence as he stepped into the colorful chaos of the bar. Inside, the neon lights cast an otherworldly glow on his face, the shadows playing across his features as he moved with a purposeful stride. The bar was alive with the vibrant beats of electrifying music and the murmur of drunken chatter--yet he seemed to carry a chilling silence around him, isolating him from the revelry. At the bar counter, Ryland Flynn was engrossed in a flirtatious conversation with the bargirl. He looked up as the military man entered, the haze of alcohol clearing swiftly from his eyes. The imposing figure made a beeline for the elevator, and Ryland, sensing urgency, scrambled off his stool to intercept him. "Mr. Mitchell... What brings you here to Serendipity tonight?" Ryland's voice faltered under the icy gaze of the man. The man's eyes narrowed, his voice resonant and commanding as he demanded, "Where's Renee?" "I... I believe she's at her home tonight," Ryland stammered, struggling to maintain his composure under the piercing scrutiny. Without hesitation, the man pressed the elevator button for the top floor, his action sharp and decisive. "You have 30 seconds to alert her," he stated curtly. Ryland's heart raced as panic gripped him. He knew that fabricating a story was pointless now. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed Renee Carter's number right in front of the imposing figure looming over him. The phone buzzed unanswered after three persistent rings, prompting Ryland to switch to WhatsApp in a frantic rush. Opting for a voice message, he pressed the microphone icon and whispered urgently, "Renee, your husband is here to see you; he's on his way up in the elevator." His attempt to keep his voice hushed failed miserably; the words echoed clearly in the tight space of the elevator. An icy chuckle emanated from behind Ryland, sending shivers down his spine as the elevator dinged open. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, each drop a testament to his growing dread. The man stepped out with a determined stride, heading straight for the VIP room. Ryland, caught in a web of fear, trailed meekly behind, his steps hesitant and his mind racing for solutions. Stopping abruptly at the door, the man turned slightly. Ryland, mustering a sliver of courage, spoke up with a shaky voice. "Mr. Mitchell, I assure you, she isn't here." "Last chance--open up, or I'll kick this door in myself." "Please, believe me. She..." Ryland tried again, his voice faltering. "Three," the man stated evenly, his tone leaving no room for argument as the countdown commenced. "Fine," Ryland murmured, his voice a strained whisper as he fumbled with the room key, a sigh escaping him. His hands trembled slightly--caught in a bind, he dared not cross a member of the formidable Mitchell family. As the door creaked open, the man's eyes narrowed, his expression hardened into the stern, unyielding mask of a seasoned military veteran. Ryland stole a brief glance inside and sharply inhaled, quickly diverting his gaze to safeguard his own wellbeing, positioning himself squarely in the doorway, observing from a cautious distance. Inside, Renee reclined languidly on the sofa, her figure draped in a vibrant red slip dress that made a bold statement, flanked by two young male escorts. Their bare torsos were adorned with the unmistakable traces of passion, scratches carved into their skin like echoes of their heated encounters. The abrupt noise of the door's movement caused the escorts to stiffen, their muscles tensing as they beheld the daunting figure looming at the entrance. In sharp contrast, Renee exuded an air of nonchalant ease. Slowly opening her eyes, her lips curled into a taunting smirk upon sighting the man. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she regarded him through half-lidded eyes, her smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Relax, boys, it's not a police raid," she teased, her voice dripping with disdain. "Allow me to introduce him--this is my husband, the esteemed William Mitchell of the Mitchell family. You've surely heard of him, haven't you?" As she spoke, her gaze flitted over to William, observing his stoic visage with a provocative sneer. "Mr. Mitchell, to what do we owe the pleasure of your visit tonight? Aren't you supposed to be getting busy with your childhood sweetheart instead of wasting time here with us?" William approached with deliberate steps, the chill of the night air clinging to his camouflage jacket, mirroring the icy reserve on his face. He seated himself on the sofa across from her, crossing his legs with a deliberate nonchalance. Smirking insincerely, he waved a hand. "Don't mind me--carry on with whatever this is." Chapter 2 Disappointment Isn't An Option Here The two escorts were already visibly tense, their anxiety written all over their faces, and the mere mention of William's name sent shivers down their spines. Renee, her head bowed slightly, felt a surge of anger well up within her. Yet, she masked it expertly behind a veil of serenity and commanded, "You heard him, didn't you? Now that Mr. Mitchell is in the mood, you'd better be at your best--disappointment isn't an option here." She then raised her head, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark, and flashed a coquettish wink at William. "Mr. Mitchell, consider this an invaluable lesson. You treat the bed like a battlefield--my two companions, on the other hand, know how to make a woman feel cherished. After all, we aren't your foot soldiers. While I might endure your roughness, think of your beloved. She's far too delicate for such treatment, don't you think?" William responded with nothing more than a frigid glance. Reclining against the back of the sofa, he struck a match with a sharp flick, lighting his cigarette. A veil of smoke soon enveloped him, masking his inscrutable expression. Renee's irritation spiked at his detached demeanor; he looked almost wounded, though she couldn't fathom what could possibly dent his icy exterior. Impatiently, she snapped at the escorts, "Well? What are you waiting for? At Mr. Mitchell's request, show him what you've got--who knows, he might actually pick up a thing or two." With a defiant flair, Renee tugged at the straps of her slip dress, letting them slip down her shoulders. The men jolted with surprise, their eyes darting involuntarily towards William, whose gaze was icy and unforgiving. Instinctively, they squeezed their eyes shut. "Uh, Ms. Carter... maybe it's best if we go." As they stooped to gather their scattered clothing from the floor, Renee fixed them with a frosty stare that rooted them in place. "I've told you already. Disappointment isn't an option here," she stated, her voice sharp as the winter air. Her attention turned back to William just in time to catch a camouflage jacket sailing through the air, draping over her with precision, obscuring her view. Before she could shrug off the jacket, she was abruptly swept up by two robust hands. "William! What on earth are you doing?!" she exclaimed, her voice muffled under the fabric. Blind to his expression, she could only sense the intense, ominous aura radiating from him. Effortlessly, he slung her over his shoulder, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his fingertips. In a swift motion, he extinguished the cigarette on the back of one of the men, eliciting a sharp yelp. Simultaneously, his boot connected with the other man's knee, causing a stifled groan of agony to fill the room. Ryland, who had been nervously lingering by the door, stepped forward in alarm. "Mr. Mitchell, please, let's resolve this peacefully," he pleaded, his voice quivering. "Get out of my way!" William's command was a low rumble, more animal than human, that sent Ryland stumbling back in fear. Helplessly, he watched as William maneuvered Renee into the back of the jeep, her protests fading into the night. The engine roared as the vehicle surged forward, a reflection of the driver's burning temper. As Renee collapsed onto the plush, crimson bedspread, the effects of the evening's alcohol started to fade. Her eyes fluttered open, fixing on the ornate bed in the master bedroom--an emblem of union they had never truly shared since their marriage. The irony stung, blending seamlessly with her sorrow. Their three-year union was not a sexless one. The rare times William came home from his military duties, their encounters, though heated and passionate, were just fleeting moments of intimacy. Yet, their living arrangements spoke volumes--they maintained separate rooms, with this room remaining untouched by either. But tonight, William's demeanor was unhinged, as he dragged her into this "sacred" space and threw her onto the bed without hesitation. "William, what the hell are you thinking?" Renee gasped, her voice a mix of bewilderment and fear. She barely managed to prop herself up when he loomed over her, his gaze wild and red-rimmed. "Get ready, because I'm gonna fuck you until you're begging for more," he declared, his words seething through clenched teeth as he ruthlessly ripped her dress strap by strap. "So, Renee, you were saying I was too rough, is that it?" he huffed, his breath hot against her ear, his teeth lightly grazing her earlobe in a chilling caress. "I'm gonna fuck you nice and easy tonight--make you feel every damn second of it." Trapped beneath his weight, Renee writhed futilely, her struggles inadvertently drawing them even closer. As he tenderly grazed her earlobe with a punitive lick, his voice cut through the air, icy and stark. "Remember, you're a married woman." Just then, the shrill ring of his phone pierced the tense air. Although he wanted to dismiss it, the insistent buzzing from his pocket--just as he was about to undress--compelled him to reach for his phone with visible impatience. Recognizing the caller ID, his expression softened slightly. With a wry, self-deprecating smirk, Renee peeked at his phone screen. Unsurprisingly, it was his childhood sweetheart calling. Her voice dripped with irony as she retorted, "Seems you've forgotten you're a married man." His eyes flickered to her, but before he could gauge her next move, Renee snatched his phone and answered the call with deliberate calm. "Hello, Sylvia," she called out evenly. There was a brief pause as Sylvia Payne processed the unexpected voice. "Renee... hi," she stammered, her words stumbling over the shock. Upon catching William's resigned look, Renee's smile twisted into a sly grin. "Yeah, it's me. Sorry, but William and I are a little busy right now. You know how horny couples get after some time apart--it's like a damn craving that needs to be satisfied. He's got his mouth all over me, so I doubt he'll be able to answer his phone anytime soon." Chapter 3 A Fucking Liar Renee's words might have struck a nerve or instilled fear in Sylvia, who fell silent, stewing in her thoughts for a lengthy pause. Just as Renee braced herself for another onslaught of bold accusations, William intervened, snatching the phone from her hand. His kiss, fierce and claiming, then stole her breath away. William wasn't one to make empty promises--he showed her exactly what gentleness could be. After what felt like an eternity of torment, Renee broke down in tears, pleading for mercy--only then did he finally relent. Drained from the ordeal, she succumbed to sleep almost instantly. Throughout the night, she drifted in a half-conscious daze, vaguely aware of William leaving the bed. By the time morning crept in, Renee awoke alone. She lay there on the vast bed that held both fresh and lingering memories, her mind adrift in contemplation. She turned towards the curtains, tightly drawn, blurring the lines between late morning rays and the onset of dusk. A wave of weariness washed over her as she reached for her phone, her body still aching from the previous night's passions. That was when she saw it--a post from Sylvia on Instagram, unmistakably capturing William from behind, engrossed in cooking. The realization hit with the sharpness of a knife. In a fit of rage, Renee hurled her phone against the wall. Despite the force, the device miraculously survived the impact. "That fucking liar! That cheating piece of shit!" she snarled, fists clenched in anger. Lifting the blanket, she tried to stand, but the lingering soreness made every movement a struggle. That scumbag had really done a number on her. Yet, he felt no pain at all--if anything, he was in high spirits as he happily went to cook for his lover. Her anger simmered, fueled by each throbbing ache and the betrayal freshly unveiled. Sylvia's post was a glaring provocation. At that moment, a hesitant knock rapped at the door, followed by the maid's timid voice filtering through. "Mrs. Mitchell, are you up? Mr. Mitchell had me prepare something to help with your hangover." Renee seethed with annoyance. Now that he was out cavorting with his mistress, why even bother sending the maid? She inhaled sharply, trying to quell the rising storm within her. "I'm much better now, thank you. No need for that," Renee called out, her voice strained. Yet, the maid lingered at the doorway, her tone soft and persistent. "Mrs. Mitchell, Mr. Mitchell also specifically prepared a pill for you. Would you like to come out and take it?" Confused and a bit curious, Renee cracked open the door and peered out. "What pill?" she asked, her brow furrowed in suspicion. "You know, for after last night..." The maid trailed off delicately. That was the last straw. Renee's control snapped like a rope stretched too tight for too long. She was teetering dangerously on the edge of an outburst. Over the past three years of their marriage, Renee had diligently taken a contraceptive pill after each of their intimate encounters. The thought of starting a family hadn't yet appealed to her; she wasn't ready to embrace motherhood. The routine was simple when she managed it herself, but it felt different, almost intrusive, when William had the pills delivered to her. "I'm not taking it!" Renee declared defiantly, her voice thick with resolve. "Tell that scumbag that if I get pregnant, I'll have the baby! Let's see how he deals with that!" Her words echoed sharply as she slammed the door with a resounding thud, the sound reverberating off the walls. The moment the maid stepped out, she started digging through the room for the pills she bought before, her remark earlier nothing more than a bitter jab. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the plush bed, her body twisting and turning as she tried to find comfort in the soft linens. As sleep tugged at her consciousness, her mind seethed with curses aimed at William. She pondered his unexpected return from military service. Could his sudden appearance be tied to some trouble involving Sylvia? Indeed, Renee's suspicions weren't unfounded. William's return had everything to do with Sylvia. The moment he was discharged, he'd tried reaching out to Renee, only to be met with silence. His inquiries led him to discover her recent escapades, including the escorts she'd taken to keeping company. In a mix of rage and desperation, he had stormed the bar where she frequented, dragged her away, and then rushed to attend to Sylvia. Meanwhile, at the hospital, Sylvia sat uncomfortably as the doctor concluded his examination. "Ma'am, aside from some mild anemia, you're perfectly fine. By the way, is this gentleman your husband?" The question caught Sylvia off guard, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. Leaning slightly forward, William questioned, "Doctor, should she be taking any extra precautions? Does she need to avoid any specific foods?" He neither confirmed nor denied, preserving Sylvia's dignity. "Just avoid seafood, particularly crabs. Beyond that, she's free to enjoy whatever she likes. Be grateful she's not constantly battling nausea. She's dealing with morning sickness--consider yourself lucky she can still eat without throwing up." "Got it. Thanks for your help, doctor." William's response was polite, tinged with a sense of relief. William stole a glance at Sylvia after leaving the doctor's office. She was cradling her belly gently, her expression radiant with the glowing joy unique to a first-time mother. He sighed, a whisper barely audible escaping his lips. "Sylvia." "William, I think... I can feel the baby's heartbeat." Sylvia's voice trembled with wonder, her eyes gleaming as they met his. He paused, the weight of his next words pressing down on him. "Sylvia, you should consider terminating the pregnancy." "No!" Her voice cracked, a visceral refusal. Tears instantly welled in her eyes as she implored him, "William, I want this baby. Please, let me keep it. Don't force me to give it up. I can raise this child by myself if I have to..." "And you think you can make this decision to keep the child without my agreement?" The cold, sharp voice of Renee sliced through their conversation. Both Sylvia and William turned to see her at the corner of the corridor, arms folded, her presence like a specter at a feast. Her stance and piercing gaze left no doubt about her stance--she was, after all, William's lawful wife, and her words carried the weight of her position. Chapter 4 Confrontation The moment Sylvia laid eyes on Renee, her heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively darted behind William, like a child seeking shelter from a nightmare. William's expression hardened into a frown as he faced Renee, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What are you doing here?" Renee's shoulders lifted in a casual shrug, her voice dry. "It's a hospital, William. What do you think?" As William's frown carved deeper lines into his forehead, he surveyed Renee from head to toe, searching for any telltale signs of illness but finding none. Taking a bold step forward, Renee's gaze locked onto Sylvia with unsettling intensity. "I heard my husband escorted another woman for a prenatal check-up early this morning. Naturally, as his legal wife, I felt compelled to see for myself." Her eyes, sharp and gleaming, bore into Sylvia's. "Miss Payne, let me be clear--as long as I draw breath, your child will never be acknowledged. Unless..." Her eyes then flicked to William, and she paused, letting the silence stretch before continuing with deliberate calm, "Unless William dares to divorce me. Why don't you ask him if he has the courage to do so?" Would William actually muster the courage to divorce her? Obviously not--otherwise, he wouldn't have made it through three years of this. When Renee was just 20, she declared to her family that she intended to marry William. Even her grandfather, Johnny Carter, who had doted on her since childhood, refused her for the first time. Johnny, a once-formidable retired commander, loomed large in his world, much like Renee's father, who, though steering clear of politics, had carved a significant niche in the business realm. Across the social spectrum, William's father, Eric Mitchell, wielded considerable influence as a high-ranking official in the political echelons. His current stature meant that allying with the Carter family could catapult him to even greater heights. The union between Renee and William was crafted as an unbreakable alliance, a powerful merger with no exits. Once vows were exchanged, the idea of parting ways was off the table. A divorce would not only fracture their personal lives but would also force their influential families into a messy, public tug-of-war, risking a feud that could echo through their elite circles. With Eric poised on the brink of a crucial promotion, he was adamant: divorce between his son and daughter-in-law was simply not an option. During the earlier days of their marriage, Renee had poured her heart into nurturing the union, but her efforts soon revealed themselves to be fruitless endeavors. Despite chasing William's affection for five years before she managed to marry him, his feelings remained elusive; not even the legal bond of marriage could spark affection in him. Faced with this reality, Renee suggested a pragmatic solution that they would continue to project the image of a devoted couple publicly and during familial gatherings, while privately, they would lead separate lives, each cloaked in their own solitude. With William being in the army for most of it, there wasn't much pretending needed anyway. Yet, one thing still baffled Renee--whenever William returned from the army, he would spend endless nights in bed with her, refusing to stop until she gave in. It was simply strange--he had ensured Sylvia lived close to his base in Stotta, so why did he still look like he hadn't touch any woman in forever? Renee guessed it was due to Sylvia's frail condition--William probably didn't want to strain her too much. What a fucking bastard! He pampered his lover like a queen while treating Renee like absolute shit. The sight of Sylvia tucked behind William sent a sharp, unexpected pang through Renee's chest. "What's wrong with you?" William's question sliced through the tension, but Renee's mocking laugh dismissed it, her disdain palpable. "William, I'm getting rid of Sylvia's baby right now. Are you going to try and stop me?" Her challenge hung heavy in the air, her words sharp as shards of glass. Their recent quarrel had left a chilly void between them. William had slipped away at dawn, his departure marked by a stinging silence. And then, the call from Ryland had come, twisting the knife deeper--William had escorted Sylvia to the obstetrics department for a prenatal checkup. The scandal, simmering just beneath the surface, threatened to boil over, exposing Renee to ridicule. "No! William, please, not my baby..." Sylvia's voice quavered, her fingers clutching William's sleeve as if it were her last lifeline. Her eyes, wide and pleading, searched his face for any sign of reassurance. But William remained eerily silent, his gaze unyieldingly locked on Renee's cold eyes. "William..." Sylvia's voice broke, terror lacing her whisper. She gripped his arm tighter, her plea more desperate. "I can't let go of this baby, William. Please, I need your help." "shut up!" The sharpness in Renee's voice cut through the tense air. In a swift, harsh motion, she raised her hand and delivered a stinging slap across Sylvia's face. The sound echoed, a chilling smack that left a vivid red imprint on Sylvia's pale cheek. "You don't have a say here, Sylvia," Renee hissed, her voice dripping with disdain. From the other end of the corridor, another voice challenged the oppressive silence, its tone imbued with an undeniable authority. "Is that so? And do I have a voice in this matter?" All eyes turned toward the newcomer. Her presence was commanding, her attire simple yet exuding an elegance that spoke of bespoke tailoring--clearly, she was a woman of significant stature. "Mom?" Chapter 5 As You Wish "Mrs. Mitchell..." Upon spotting William's mother, Esme Mitchell, Sylvia's eyes lit up with a flicker of desperate hope. She darted forward, throwing her arms around Esme in a tight embrace. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, painting her as a tragic heroine consumed by sorrow--an image that could melt even the coldest heart. It was no surprise that even William, with his usual stoic demeanor, found his resolve weakening under Sylvia's poignant display. Renee, observing from a distance, knew she lacked the flair for such dramatic expressions. "No need to worry, Sylvia. I'll protect you," Esme assured the younger woman, her tone warm and steady. "Mom, please, let's not escalate this," William interjected, his expression tense with concern. Around Esme, he often felt like he had no control. "William, if I hadn't shown up, would you have just stood by after Renee's outburst? I know I might have turned a blind eye before, but now, with Sylvia carrying your child--a new member of the Mitchell family on the way--can you really afford to let Renee act unchecked?" Esme's tone was both accusing and protective. At the mention of the baby being another Mitchell, Sylvia's eyes dropped, her joy of coming motherhood shadowed by the weight of those words. William shot a brief, complicated look at Sylvia, his face unreadable. "I can handle this, Mom," he stated flatly, his voice laced with frustration. "And how exactly would you handle it? By watching as Renee lashes out at Sylvia and doing nothing?" Esme countered sharply, her frustration mirroring her son's but for different reasons. Renee stood her ground, her voice a mixture of irony and resolve as she addressed Esme. "I'm your daughter-in-law, William's one and only legal wife. No matter how influential your family is, you wouldn't dare commit bigamy, would you?" Esme bristled, her response sharp and clipped. "Enough of your bullshit!" "Bullshit? Is that what you call them?" Renee shot back, her tone rising slightly with indignation. "It was indeed I who pursued William initially, but over the years, both I and my family have shouldered immense burdens to prop up your family's stature. And now, you wish to replace me with Sylvia? Did you even bother to consult the other members of the Mitchell family about your plans?" As she turned her gaze towards Sylvia, Renee's eyes flashed with contempt. "To even mention Sylvia in the same breath as me is laughable." "Renee, that's enough," William interjected, his voice icy and stern. Esme, emboldened by William's admonition, pressed on, her tone dripping with disdain. "William, did you hear her? This is not how a sophisticated heiress should behave. She lacks the basic decorum expected of her status. I've always said it--Renee is too stubborn and impulsive for our family. You should never have married her. Remember how I opposed it from the start?" But Renee wasn't fazed. Instead, she laughed heartily, a sound rich with scorn and amusement. "Indeed, a home-wrecker must be so sophisticated and possess impeccable manners," she said sarcastically. Deep down, Renee knew she was the one who had come between William and Sylvia. Originally, Sylvia's family had fallen into dire straits, and the Mitchell family, due to their precarious position, could not offer direct help. It was then that William had turned to Renee, who had been ardently pursuing him for five years. For the past five years, William had all but ignored Renee, treating her affection as if it were invisible. Renee, ever the hopeful pursuer, tirelessly chased after his fleeting attention. Ironically, the first time he sought her out wasn't for romance--it was to plead on behalf of Sylvia. Renee's disdain for Sylvia stretched back to their childhood days, a bitter rivalry that festered over the years. Thus, when William asked for her help for Sylvia, Renee seized the opportunity to turn the tables. She threw the notion of marriage at him like a challenge, expecting him to waver. But to her shock, he consented immediately, his compliance cutting her deeply. It was a stark, painful reminder of Sylvia's significance to him. Sylvia, the perpetual thorn in Renee's side, had been a constant source of agony since she became William's wife. Lost in these brooding thoughts, Renee was then jolted back to reality by a sharp slap. Her head whipped around, eyes blazing with fury, to find Esme standing there, her expression unyielding. "This slap is for Sylvia," Esme declared firmly. "Renee, don't think you can torment her just because she's an orphan and vulnerable." "Mom! Why the hell did you do that?" William interjected, stepping in front of Renee protectively. But Renee wasn't grateful for his defense. Instead, she scoffed, her laughter tinged with bitterness, "Oh, so I'm the bad guy now? Fine. Let it be as you wish." In a swift, fluid motion, Renee charged forward, her fingers entwined in Sylvia's hair as she delivered a stinging slap across her cheek. Her actions were fierce and immediate--Renee never hesitated to settle scores right then and there, refusing to suffer any slight quietly. "She may lack family, but I refuse to let that girl trample over the dignity of the Carter family!" Renee declared with fiery conviction. Despite Esme's frantic attempts to calm the storm, she was powerless against Renee's relentless fury. Raised with strict discipline, Esme was the polar opposite of Renee. And there was Sylvia, who had always been gentle and unassuming. Renee, with her commanding presence, could easily overpower them both. "William! Are you seriously just going to watch? Are you just going to let her go on a rampage like that?" Esme's voice cracked under the strain, her plea laced with desperation. Renee's eyes finally snapped to William, who had remained a silent observer. With his skills, he could have intervened at any moment, preventing the assault with ease. Why had he chosen to remain passive when she struck Sylvia? Lost in her thoughts, Renee barely registered the sensation of a strong arm encircling her waist. In an instant, she was lifted from the floor, her feet dangling helplessly. William, treating her with no more regard than one would a sack of potatoes, carried her away. His voice was calm, yet it carried an unyielding firmness. "Mom, I can handle my affairs. Stay out of this. 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