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Enter To Win $1000 Towards Wedding Photography 👉 | Attention Recently Engaged Florida Couples!💍<br /> <br /> 🎉 Enter To Win Up To $1000 Towards A Wedding Photo Package! 🎉<br /> <br /> Click the link below to fill out the application and enter to win now! 👇<br /> <br /> 1st Prize: $1,000 Gift Certificate Towards Any Wedding Photography Collection<br /> 2nd Prize: $500 Towards Any Wedding Photography Collection<br /> 3rd Prize: $350 Towards Any Wedding Photography Collection<br /> <br /> What's up guys, I'm Sheila with Fearless & Brave Photography...<br /> <br /> We're looking to celebrate with you and Gift some Amazing Couples some Amazing Prizes & Wedding Photos! 💞 <br /> <br /> Here's how to enter:<br /> 👉 Click the link below<br /> 👉 Fill out the form<br /> 👉 Congrats you're entered to win! <br /> <br /> PS as a special prize just for entering...<br /> <br /> All couples will receive a completely FREE Engagement Session with any of our Wedding Photo Packages! ✨<br /> <br /> All entries must be entered by May 10th, 2024! | SIGN_UP | http://fb.me/ | 326160654587207 | Fearless & Brave Photography | https://facebook.com/FearlessAndBravePhoto | 3,513 | 1 | 956,986,939,175,310 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Sign up | 0 | Fearless & Brave Photography | 120207082264990067 | fb.me | NONE | image | Wedding Photography Package | http://fb.me/ | 2024-03-30 11:01 | https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/432207847_379930248276533_7730604443868351738_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=lyquRpArFHUAX8-63MP&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfBhB4GptYRzmMe0bieV8hLsq4gMxQ8aIIx2klBzzdaDJQ&oe=660FD1AE | person_profile | 0 | 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 + 𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊 + 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖆 | https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/432189666_1810147472792294_2133709352108278328_n.jpg?_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PCjt_ZKYzsAAX-w03Oo&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDsQzxg-ZOYTR4wPF5XO6gXY1EJG9-dJeQ-xeetQ4di1Q&oe=660FBB9F | 0 | 3 | Fearless & Brave Photography | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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Pressure Washing Business for Sale | Pressure Washing Business for Sale - $17,000.00<br /> <br /> We are selling our Soft Wash / Pressure Washing Company here in Chattanooga Tennessee. The equipment and everything you see is fully operational with no issues. We had the truck full checked out by Sentry Station in Fort Oglethorpe as well as brought the skid to a professional pressure washing company and they thoroughly checked out and all came back in a great functioning order. <br /> <br /> Why are we selling it? In 2022 my father-in-law (78 years old) started the company, and they did about 50K in business. The 1st quarter of 2023 did about 23k. They picked up work by word-of-mouth referral, personal connections, some networking meetings and a small Google Ad budget of $500 for a few months. At the start of the 2nd quarter in 2023, one of the key employees had decided to move onto a new career path leaving a void. We decided to go ahead and phase the company out. You are buying a business in a box per say. The work that was completed for customers is old (2022). If you’re good at networking, tapping into partnerships, you can literally start doing jobs day one. You are buying this as a business to make it your business. DO NOT ask if we have customers because that was 2 years ago. If we have access to it, we’ll do what we can to figure that out. <br /> <br /> What’s included?<br /> • 1 Measuring wheel <br /> • 2 hard hats<br /> • 2 cones<br /> • 1 concrete sweeper<br /> • 1 telescoping wand<br /> • 1 high pressure washing wand.<br /> • 1 16’ ladder<br /> • 1 high pressure with attachments<br /> • 1 Honda 350 high pressure engine. Has 170 hours on it. <br /> • Aluminum skid with 1 water tank, 1 bleach tank and 1 soap tank. See photos with the tanks marked with the gallons on it. <br /> • 2007 ½ ton Chevrolet SLV pickup truck that has 110k miles on it. This is a 5-speed. If you don’t know how to drive one, then this isn’t for you. <br /> <br /> *We are NOT willing to sell the skid separate from the truck. Don’t ask. <br /> <br /> Marketing Materials:<br /> 1. If you have a website then great. We built a REALLY great website (which has top 10 Google rankings in Chattanooga). We spent time working with a local marketing company and they’re great to work with. Interactive ID is the name of their agency. Feel free to go to <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.jjsoftwash.com%2F&h=AT398afQhsyWqB2ke6hq9_mn9Ur9EAblK00usND0CfpiERxc_dwIXZH9dz5ChDbbc5eRfkXRkyn_sIZRXBWy7QM9v9DbBkcbB3xyjY_3xbbfBwrxT3MlsSD3K3huEsuMAUbtFXMWAy9DxKdUG0WmU0WlDzjsxMJejw-_3YxiG0M" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">www.jjsoftwash.com</a><br /> <br /> 2. You would have access to all marketing materials such as business cards, rack cards. Again, we’ll introduce you to them as you’ll want to see if they can help you. <br /> <br /> 3. Access to Google Analytics, Google Tag Manager and Google Ads Account. Google Paid Search data. The company had a small budget per month for Paid Ads. <br /> <br /> 4. . Unfortunately we let go of the cell phone number that is on the truck back to T-Mobile and you will be responsible for a new number and taking it off the truck. <br /> <br /> I've had to update the listing due to non-intelligent questions. <br /> <br /> - We will educate and do a walk through to whoever purchases it. <br /> <br /> - If the company is posted online, then YES, the company is still for sale. <br /> <br /> - If you’re knowingly NOT interested in the company then DO NOT ask how we priced jobs so you can gauge if your own company is charging enough. Yes, I've been asked this twice. <br /> <br /> Just some simple math for those interested. If your average job is $600 (which is way less than the normal job cost) with a 60% (40% (margins run less on cost) for business cost) profit margin and you do 25 jobs a month after a full year, you’re pulling in 108K. <br /> <br /> We are asking 17@ or reasonable offer. We will walk you through if you purchase it just so you feel comfortable.<br /> <br /> How to contact us: Will@jjsoftwash.com or Dave@jjsoftwash.com OR call (423) 432-3158 and ask for Will. If I don't respond, send a text and I can arrange a call. 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Mid-Century Modern Velvet Accent Chairs | Mid-Century Modern Velvet Accent Chairs - $250.00<br /> <br /> Originally purchased for $650 each, selling for $250 each ($500 for both). Currently listed for $969 online. Excellent condition - rarely used. <br /> <br /> Coffee table is from CB2, originally purchased for $429 (no longer available on CB2). Selling for $100, but will reduce to $50 if purchasing all three pieces.<br /> <br /> Must be able to pick up in Oakland. Priority to serious buyers who can buy all three pieces and pick up asap!<br /> <br /> Inspired by vintage mid-century modern design. These accent chairs feature simple designs that are both functional and elegant. Beautiful rust color with gold leg finish.<br /> <br /> DETAILS<br /> Upholstery Material: Polyester<br /> Frame Material: Metal; Solid + Manufactured Wood<br /> Fill Material: Foam<br /> <br /> DIMENSIONS<br /> Overall <br /> 28'' H X 32'' W X 29.5'' D<br /> <br /> Seat <br /> 17.75'' H X 59'' W X 21'' D<br /> <br /> Back Dimensions <br /> 10.25'' H<br /> <br /> Minimum Door Width - Side to Side <br /> 20'' W<br /> <br /> Overall Product Weight <br /> 45 lb.<br /> <br /> Arm Height - Floor to Arm <br /> 27'' H<br /> Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/144333195959 | 109088585110514 | Lisa Nguyen | /marketplace/?seller_profile=100001118438911 | 0 | 1 | 995,653,431,937,078 | 2024-03-31 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | Lisa Nguyen | 120207778530310243 | NONE | image | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1443331959594439/ | 2024-03-30 09:28 | regular_page | 1 | Lisa Nguyen | https://scontent.fmem1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433444077_397635003216679_4540683275743833853_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=b6ZW2tR4QdYAX9M4EAT&_nc_ht=scontent.fmem1-2.fna&oh=00_AfAk96763m4O1_ysGq6Mi827ZHQ44fhv_N4ABgoxH7WN8A&oe=660FB4EF | 0 | 3 | Lisa Nguyen | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Beautiful Cast Aluminum Outdoor Dining set w/6 chairs, 2 are Cast iron end chairs. Great Set! | Beautiful Cast Aluminum Outdoor Dining set w/6 chairs, 2 are Cast iron end chairs. Great Set! - $500.00<br /> <br /> Beautiful Cast Aluminum Outdoor Dining set w/6 chairs, 2 are Cast iron end chairs. Great Set! Only issue is some pulls in 1 chair fabric, which is shown in pic. I added the 2 Cast iron bouncer chairs as the end chairs, they're heavy<br /> Table measurements 76in x 40in <br /> Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/278241821524 | 104069609207366 | Stephanie Cifone | /marketplace/?seller_profile=100088118740079 | 0 | 1 | 1,136,511,027,789,759 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | regular_page | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | Stephanie Cifone | 120209115815780742 | NONE | image | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/2782418215247767/ | 2024-03-30 11:35 | regular_page | 1 | Stephanie Cifone | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433087318_1603276033761535_918699166334423072_n.jpg?_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hoWAJXZWShcAX8kMiOs&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AfCmyszWcFneTcPyBdM3eJldZTdXQGu6l21s6_j89AghSA&oe=660FAF43 | 1 | 3 | Stephanie Cifone | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Mark your calendars 📆 <br /> <br /> Enjoy a day on the green supporting children in foster care! ⛳️ <br /> <br /> Click the link below to sign up! <br /> <br /> <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Flotcarolinas.networkforgood.com%2Fevents%2F69110-putting-for-a-purpose-2024&h=AT1DZvmySjCKSTULQzDytGSTTOoNx5Z43grMRTvg2MjkTZnw8cBcpdZe4pZNQ_mgOwKb8rx2KFozInixM2M9fowRS1rqytiZoihk6kpuLmfL6-75JxZVN7EguwXe43Y_o1AVNa0Ape2lCouSnN8AD7bK5gFLURRlGL31pVsJSF8" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://lotcarolinas.networkforgood.com/events/69110-putting-for-a-purpose-2024</a><br /> <br /> #golftournament #nonprofitfundraiser #fostercareadvocates #golfday #gastonia | MESSAGE_PAGE | 231523293649019 | Least of These Carolinas | https://facebook.com/lotcarolinas | 8,229 | 1 | 2,168,024,916,863,647 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Send message | 0 | Least of These Carolinas | 6611042760670 | NONE | multi_images | 2024-03-29 22:15 | https://scontent.fdet1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433262996_410170581761993_7046037331332029595_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=TNraJyZCev8AX-Zllp-&_nc_ht=scontent.fdet1-1.fna&oh=00_AfA2f8GOgr2qLOIzboJ1wWMxeufxwA2L-rHfLHLUDJJI3A&oe=660FCF31 | person_profile | 0 | Least Of These Carolinas | https://scontent.fdet1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433165475_1128776364824915_9028223431467659477_n.jpg?_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=224zZ4sEvEsAX90uQ2T&_nc_ht=scontent.fdet1-2.fna&oh=00_AfApMxhXCsbEngI1F58C1XRVvOy38ukCi8aewLSwmQCT7Q&oe=660FCC33 | 0 | 3 | Least of These Carolinas | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-29 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Local Care All The Time | 🛒INSANE!! To express our gratitude for your continued support, we're offering an exclusive discount of $500 for the Carbon 1Pro. Yes, you read that right – secure your Carbon 1Pro now and enjoy the future of urban mobility at an unbeatable price.👉<a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fbit.ly%2F444yrcV&h=AT25a8-pvCnoHyY9Ex1_RQMwNWRiSSum1LJ0mX-Tr_Cw2c8uY9vb7jwYTC8SbFsolZXSjl1NAsa7VNZZuuaEMA9dU3CbdtvOYPqEHwgT6gZNQg0FZMuU_f1TuWjnhvOqdAWM7w8ohoa0coqXcNCZHgPndX2yzJ3WuFFBxLOA" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="async">https://bit.ly/444yrcV</a> | ORDER_NOW | https://newurtopia.com/products/urtopia-carbon-1-p | 105299558445650 | Urtopia-New Urban Utopia | https://facebook.com/UrtopiaEbike | 8,381 | 1 | 965,995,101,629,074 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Order now | 0 | Urtopia-New Urban Utopia | 120206543764280500 | newurtopia.com | NONE | image | $500 Off & Free Accessories | https://newurtopia.com/products/urtopia-carbon-1-pro-ebike?utm_source=metapaid&utm_medium=purchaseevent&utm_campaign={{adset.id}}&utm_content={{ad.id}} | 2024-03-20 06:07 | https://scontent.fphx1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433108992_375970951944279_3187622651295776988_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JqscjFXZrngAX_g15ZT&_nc_ht=scontent.fphx1-1.fna&oh=00_AfBfYEf_lK1-Yb2giCSPiSKmHU6a51tK1twd3brozJHg9w&oe=660FB391 | person_profile | 0 | Urtopia E-Bike | https://scontent.fphx1-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433144014_1079237633190256_451998621612367595_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=A7ANcDoQiHgAX9EEduG&_nc_ht=scontent.fphx1-2.fna&oh=00_AfBUrUxr9pV7IbzIdWcPAEx8asE6jubKnGysV8qSHigtNA&oe=660FC1D5 | 0 | 3 | Urtopia-New Urban Utopia | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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Easter Adventure Awaits with the Pooler Business Community! Hosted by ExperCARE, our exciting Easter campaign continues through the Easter weekend. A massive shoutout to all our amazing partners who've made this possible. <br /> <br /> Visit & Explore: Dive into the Easter spirit by visiting the many participating locations listed below. Each place holds a hidden Easter Egg, waiting just for you!<br /> <br /> Find an Egg? Superb! Trade it in at the very spot for a special prize. The more eggs you collect, the closer you get to the ultimate treasure.<br /> <br /> Grand Prize Extravaganza: Gather your collection of entry eggs and bring them to ExperCARE Pooler. With every egg, your chance to win 1 of over a dozen Grand Prizes - imagine over $500 in gift cards, goodies, and exclusive swag! <br /> <br /> Digital Discovery: Spot a QR code at any business? Scan it to uncover more egg-citing locations to explore. The adventure never ends!<br /> <br /> We're egg-cited to see you: Make your way to ExperCARE Pooler, the heart of our Easter celebration. Address: 2201 Pooler Pkwy, Pooler, GA 31322. This is where all paths lead to joy and perhaps, to the grand prize.<br /> <br /> Remember: Each egg is not just a prize; it's a golden ticket to win 1 of over a dozen Grand Prizes. The more you find, the brighter your chances of winning big!<br /> <br /> Let's make this Easter unforgettable! Gather your friends, family, and loved ones, and join us in a celebration that brings our community closer, one egg at a time.<br /> <br /> #EasterAdventure #PoolerBusinessCommunity #ExperCAREEaster #EggHunt2024 #CommunityFun #GrandPrize #EasterEggcitement <br /> <br /> @<a href="https://www.facebook.com/greatoaksbank">Great Oaks Bank</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/40volume">40 Volume Salon & Spa</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/fleetfeetsavga">Fleet Feet Savannah</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/crumblcookies">Crumbl Cookies</a> @<a href="https://www.facebook.com/GigisCupcakesSavannah">Gigi's Cupcakes - Savannah & Pooler</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/fullbloomsalonanddrybar">Full Bloom Salon & Dry Bar</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/NourishSavannah">Nourish Natural Bath - Downtown Savannah</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/justlovecoffee">Just Love Coffee Roasters</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/SNPoolerGa">Southern Nutrition Pooler GA</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/PoolerChamberOfCommerce">Greater Pooler Area Chamber of Commerce</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/people/Stretch-Zone-Pooler/100075780777773/">Stretch Zone Pooler</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/woofgangbakery">WOOF GANG BAKERY</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ExperCAREuc">ExperCare Urgent Care</a> | CALL_NOW | 172971601143 | ExperCare Urgent Care | https://facebook.com/ExperCAREuc | 3,011 | 1 | 739,651,078,293,486 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Call now | 0 | ExperCare Urgent Care | 6533827870021 | NONE | multi_images | 2024-03-30 07:06 | https://scontent-ord5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434408262_1079287006699233_38858841956739754_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SRv0ErR21eQAX-e2LJb&_nc_ht=scontent-ord5-1.xx&oh=00_AfDlBGESY1w6yijL41_2zWxeEmJ7me3JBajgikRP2lJRlA&oe=660FC8DC | person_profile | 0 | 0 | 3 | ExperCare Urgent Care | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-30 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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RSVP to Reserve Your Spot | The University of Arkansas at Monticello will host a priority registration event for fall 2024 on April 15 and April 16 for new first-time freshmen and new transfer students.<br /> <br /> New first-time freshmen and new transfer students will receive a $500 scholarship if they register for fall 2024 classes on April 15 or April 16 between 8:30 a.m. and 3:30 p.m. and attend UAM during the fall 2024 semester. Terms and conditions may apply.<br /> <br /> In-person registration is recommended, but over-the-phone and email registration are also available.<br /> <br /> Students must RSVP to reserve a time to register for classes to be eligible for the scholarship. <br /> <br /> No program will take place during registration. Students will be able to register for classes and have the option to visit any office related to attending school in the fall. Parents and legal guardians are welcome.<br /> <br /> For questions, contact the UAM Admissions Office at (870) 460-1026 or admissionsoffice@uamont.edu. | SIGN_UP | https://www.uamont.edu/admissions/index.html | 116937471716513 | UAM - University of Arkansas at Monticello | https://facebook.com/UAMonticello | 11,308 | 0 | 1,975,078,459,615,646 | 2024-03-29 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Sign up | 0 | UAM - University of Arkansas at Monticello | 120208784761320586 | uamont.edu | NONE | image | Admissions & Aid | https://www.uamont.edu/admissions/index.html | 2024-03-29 22:02 | https://scontent.fdet1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433050257_954436206288435_5683504862143873942_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JBjDXEkuKA8AX-eJmuo&_nc_ht=scontent.fdet1-1.fna&oh=00_AfCcCeyJ7IRtRIntQjx_6QWWctwgPWxakqcwi8R7mnFoBA&oe=660FB659 | person_profile | 0 | UAMonticello | https://scontent.fdet1-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434316642_1568770557250157_9128167071617992851_n.jpg?_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=GsrOgSHEHw4AX9NdOGp&_nc_ht=scontent.fdet1-1.fna&oh=00_AfAE7Voq0iCrb037XaOCBfCi2frINqvEMMiHtEprAfCnuA&oe=660FC949 | 0 | 3 | UAM - University of Arkansas at Monticello | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-29 02:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||
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🐺alpha's regret - my luna has a son🔥Continue reading in the novel app | "Have we ever mated?" Alpha took my body by force, the second time, but he didn't remember me...<br /> My head spun as I looked around at my surroundings, my head was pounding, and I instantly regretted drinking so much; panic courses through me when I don’t recognize my surroundings.<br /> I am in a room; the light coming in through the window was blinding as I tried to figure out where I was. <br /> The last thing I remember is the annual Alpha meet-up, a costume party I attended with my family. My sister and I snuck off to meet with the other future Alphas after my father insisted, seeing as I am to have the pack handed over to me at the end of the year since I turned eighteen. Yet, I have no memory of coming to this room.<br /> I groan, rubbing my eyes confused, except when I go to move, I become aware of the heavy arm draped over my waist. My head whips to the side, praying. It was my sister, and we had both passed out somewhere. <br /> My worst fears are realized, and I must contain my scream of horror when I find someone lying beside me. He wasn’t just anyone but Alpha Valen of the Dark Blood Pack. He owned half the city and is from a rival pack. My father has been going to "Kill me".<br /> My phone vibrating on the floor has me almost diving off it to retrieve it; my sister’s face pops up on the screen. I quickly answer it, mindful to keep my voice low, whispering into the phone. “Hello”<br /> “Where are you? Dad is going to lose it, I told him you’re with me, but he has asked me to come home,” She shrieks through the phone. I look around before looking out the window, trying to figure out my location. <br /> Then I realize that I was still at the hotel where the Alpha meet was held.<br /> “Still at the bank’s Hotel,” I whisper, and she pauses, going quiet for a few moments.<br /> “Oh my god, please tell me you didn’t –” She whispers, knowing dad would kill me, probably disown me if he ever found out. Alpha Valen’s reputation was scandalous and terrifying. <br /> I look over at the Greek god lying beside me, ultimately passed out and unaware of me standing and gawking at him. I would see the horror on his face when he woke up, but he just might kill me along with my father, they may even conspire together to make my death exceptionally horrific.<br /> “No, of course not. I just fell asleep in one of the rooms here, completely alone,” I lie, hoping Ava believes me. I won’t get her caught up in my minor issue if dad asks her. She doesn’t know she can’t get in trouble because of me.<br /> “Stuff it, Dad asks. Tell him you stayed with Amber and me. I will have Amber pick you up on the way, be there in five,” She says, hanging up. I quickly look around, scooping my clothes up off the floor and squeezing into the tight bodycon dress. I toss the stupid-ass fairy wings in the trashcan in the bathroom.<br /> I give him one last glance, scoop up my heels and grab my clutch before rushing to the hotel door and swinging it open, only to crash straight into Alpha Valen’s Beta.<br /> I recognize him from last night’s introductions, though thankfully, he had no idea who I was as I was at the back of the room when he was introduced. I smack into his chest, and he stumbles back, staring at me. And I am thankful for the paint on my face because he may have recognized me as my father’s daughter, and that is the last thing I needed.<br /> He smirks at me, clearly finding it funny that I am running from the Alpha’s hotel room.<br /> “My Alpha in there?” he asks. I drop my head hoping he doesn’t recognize me, and quickly nod. Stepping past him, trying not to touch him.<br /> “Are you alright, or do you need a lift home?” He says, making me stop.<br /> “What, do you give all your Alpha’s dates a lift home?” I chuckle at him, and he smiles.<br /> “Only the pretty ones,” he says, and I roll my eyes, waving him off before taking off to meet my sister. We needed to hurry home before my dad sent out a search party to run through Mountain view city to retrieve his daughters.<br /> ***********<br /> Three weeks later<br /> One day that is all it took to throw away everything I had ever known. I felt a little under the weather, and being a werewolf, we rarely got sick. My father was the Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack, and after spending the last week sick, he had finally brought me to see the pack doctor.<br /> We lived in a City of werewolves, Mountainview City. The entire population was werewolves, comprising of the four packs. My father’s pack was the second-largest pack, and only having two daughters and me being the eldest, I was next in line for the Alpha position. <br /> Well, until the Doctor came back and turned that dream upside down. The look of disappointment on my father’s face made my heart clench. <br /> “She is pregnant,” Doc Darnel tells my father and me as I sit on the green chair in the Doctor’s office. Doc’s words horrified me; I couldn’t be pregnant. I only had it once, and I don’t even remember because I was trashed. <br /> My father looked at me from where he sat before returning his gaze back to our pack doctor.<br /> “It’s wrong; rerun the test. She hasn’t found her mate. She can’t be pregnant,” My father says. I shrink back in my chair. I was only eighteen, and the number one rule all she-wolves have drummed in our heads is to save ourselves for our mates. This was a huge deal, especially to my father. <br /> This would bring shame to our family, that I would break the one sacred rule for she-wolves. Sure, the men fool around, it was a little biased, yet we do, especially someone like me in a position of power, that would be frowned upon. I would be a disgrace to the family.<br /> “Alpha, I have tested the urine sample twice,” Doc tells him, but my father shakes his head, not believing his words or not wanting to.<br /> “No, test it again; it is wrong. My daughter is not a rogue tart” <br /> I cringe at his words.<br /> Rogue tarts are forbidden on pack territories and are only allowed on neutral territory, which is the main drag of the City and the two streets behind it on either side. Most she-wolves in other cities that fall pregnant, are forced to live outside the Cities sending them crazed and mad like they do with those that betray or commit treason amongst the packs. <br /> No one wants to leave the City and be on their own out there. It wasn’t safe and definitely not how anyone wanted to live.<br /> Our City is different. We didn’t kick women out of the City and banish them. We just made them rogues, free to go about their lives without pack help. I used to look down on those women I would see trying to make ends meet for their poor choices. Maybe this is my karma; I was soon going to be one of them.<br /> “Yes, Alpha, I will test it again,” Doc says before rushing out of the room and away from my father’s deadly glare. My father starts pacing, and I feel my heart rate quicken when he stops turning to face me.<br /> “He has to be wrong; you are not like that. You wouldn’t shame me this way,” He says, looking for confirmation. I shrink back in my chair. The Doc came back in again, stopping him from saying more.<br /> “The results are the same, Alpha,” Doc says before looking at me with pity. I swallowed, staring wide-eyed at the Pack doctor, hoping he could save me from my father’s wrath. Neither was I since I still hadn’t shifted. Our bodies won’t allow us to shift while pregnant; it is a safety mechanism to protect the unborn pup.<br /> My father growls, turning on his heel and glaring at me, his fists clenched by his sides as he fights the urge to shift. I had never seen him so angry at me before, his eyes flickering black in his anger. <br /> My father has always been so proud of my sister and me, always showing us off and telling everyone about what great daughters we are and what a great Alpha I would be when I took over the pack. <br /> “How far along is she?” My father says the venom in his words makes my blood run cold.<br /> “We can have a scan done next week to confirm gestation,” Doc tells him, and I look at my hands.<br /> “No, do it now so we can take care of it before it gets out. I won’t have a rogue tart for a daughter. This is not to get out do you understand, Doc?” The Doc nods his head nervously while I am too busy staring gob smacked at what my father just said. It was going against the moon goddess to abort a were-baby.<br /> “Wait!” I say, finally finding my voice. My father turns to look at me, and the Doc moves away from him when he feels my father’s Aura rush out of him.<br /> “Wait for what? You aren’t keeping this monstrosity, we can sweep it under the rug, no one has to know, and you can still take the Alpha position, then things can go back to normal,” My father says, he made it sound so simple like this wasn’t sin against the Moon Goddess.<br /> “No, I won’t, I can’t do that, father, please, just let me speak to mum. We can work this out,” I pleaded with him.<br /> “No, you will terminate the pregnancy, then we go home. Doc, get whatever it is you need. I am not leaving this office until this is taken care of,” My father says. <br /> I feel tears brimming at his words, sure I didn’t want to be pregnant, but I was not a murderer. Directly shunning the Moon Goddess.<br /> “Alpha, I am afraid if your daughter isn’t willing, I can’t perform such a thing unless there is a medical reason.”<br /> “She is willing, isn’t that right, Everly,” My father says, trying to force me to agree, but I met his gaze head-on. My mind was made up; I won’t go through with it.<br /> “No!” I tell him, not expecting his following reaction. My father had never hit me in all of my life, he had never raised a hand to me, and the shock of his action was more painful than the blow itself. <br /> I could feel the outline of his fingers etched into my cheek as a burning sensation spread across it from his palm.<br /> “Then you are no longer my daughter,” He says.<br /> 8 months Later<br /> <br /> Loved ones came and visited the other mothers on the ward, excitedly gushing over their new bundles of joy. Excitedly talking about their new additions to the family. <br /> My heart twisted painfully, knowing no one was excited to meet my son. <br /> No one was coming to check on me or offer support. No one cared for the boy suckling at my chest. No one was coming, it was him and me against the world, but that was ok. How could anything so tiny and sweet be called a mistake? <br /> It was a difficult labor, 34 hours and 45 five minutes of pure agony and no comfort, not even from the midwives. I had never felt so vulnerable or alone as when I was in labor. She across from me was being doted on by her mate. The support he was showing her, and the comfort made my heart clench.<br /> It was hard enough to be a werewolf and grow up with expectations of being the Alpha’s daughter but shun her because she fell pregnant. Strip her of her title, my life is upside down.<br /> Hearing the nurse come in, I look up. She didn’t hide her disgust for me. Everyone looked down on me because I had a child with someone who is not my mate; that much was evident because where was he? Not here beside me like the rest of those new mothers on the ward, my mate wasn’t here gushing over this newborn baby in my arms.<br /> “You really have no idea who the father is?” She asks, clicking her tongue. I knew exactly who the father was, but the last thing I needed was for him to hunt me down. <br /> The shame I have brought my family for being pregnant was bad enough; my father would have killed me for the disrespect with the Blood Alpha.<br /> “He is cute; shame his mother was a tart” She sneers, and I see the points of her canines pressing beneath her gums as they protrude past her lips.<br /> “Can I get some Panadol?” I ask, ignoring her comment, I had received multiple along the same lines since being here, and now I was feeling a headache coming on. I didn’t feel the need to defend myself; there was no point.<br /> “Sorry, can’t. It is not on your charts,” she says.<br /> “It’s Panadol, not like I am asking for morphine,” I tell her.<br /> “Doesn’t matter. It isn’t on your charts, so you will have to go without,” she says, dropping the chart on the table beside me. Most women heal directly after giving birth. Because I haven’t shifted yet, I had no such healing ability.<br /> The nurse leaves, stopping at the blue curtain that divides the beds. “Did you even think of the repercussions of having a child to someone who isn’t your mate?”<br /> I thought of that every day since learning I was pregnant, but it was his choice too. I fight back the tears from her words. Staring down at my amber-eyed boy, those eyes are definitely from his father. Mine are light bluish grey.<br /> I had just put my son down after he fell asleep in my arms when I saw the head nurse walk past. She stopped when I waved to her before coming over to me. She looked nicer than the previous nurses. She picks up my chart, flicking through it.<br /> “Is there somewhere I can get some water? Or maybe a cup of tea?” I ask her, and she glares at me. My stomach drops. Maybe she wasn’t so lovely after all.<br /> She presses the buzzer behind my head, calling another nurse. Yet she still didn’t answer me. My son starts to stir, and I reach over and grab him out of his crib when another nurse comes in, my stomach cramping from the sudden movement.<br /> “Why is she in here?” The head nurse asks, making me look at her. I just had a baby. Why else? I thought to myself.<br /> The new nurse looks over at me, her hands tremble slightly, this head nurse obviously instilled fear among her colleagues.<br /> “Get her to the unmated section. We don’t need her disturbing the mothers in this ward,” The lady says before turning her nose up at me and walking out. I stare gob smacked at this hospital’s bedside manner. <br /> Feeling move, the nurse started rolling me out of the room because I was sitting upright. I had to grab the bar that ran along the side to stop from falling back. The nurse finally stops at a curtained-off area and places me against the wall. She turns on her heel and leaves.<br /> “Wait, can I get some water?” She was already gone and didn’t even acknowledge my question.<br /> <br /> “I wouldn’t bother. They won’t help us,” comes a voice before someone jerks the petitioning curtain away. I found two more girls. One looked to be nearly thirty with long blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. The other was around sixteen with her black hair cut in a Bob.<br /> “My name is Macey,” the oldest of them says.<br /> “Hi, Everly,” I tell her.<br /> “Her name is Zoe. Welcome to the shunned mothers club,” Macey chuckles before looking down at her baby. She sighs heavily.<br /> “Don’t expect them to help; they won’t. Seriously your best off getting out as soon as you can,” Macey tells me.<br /> “But they are supposed to,” I tell her, feeling disheartened.<br /> “Here you must be starving, I was, and I came prepared expecting this,” Macey explains.<br /> “You had a baby before?” She shakes her head.<br /> “No, this is my first. My mum was a single mother too. We are rogues like you,” she says.<br /> I open the muesli bar, my stomach growling at the sight of food.<br /> “Boy or Girl?” I asked the younger girl. She seemed rather shy.<br /> “Girl, yours?”<br /> “Boy,” I tell her.<br /> “Thanks,” I told Macey before biting into the muesli bar.<br /> “Plenty in there, just help yourself. I brought extras in case there were other girls. Which pack are you from? Your aura feels quite strong for a rogue?” She says, staring at me.<br /> “Alpha blood,” I tell her, and she seems shocked before nodding.<br /> “In that case, you don’t have to tell me. I understand why you would want to keep that to yourself. Zoe was born rogue, so was I,” she says, and Zoe nods.<br /> “Where are you staying? No family would help?” Zoe asks.<br /> I shake my head. “No, we will be alright, I will come up with something,” I tell them, hoping that would be true, though I have been living in my busted wagon I paid $500 for, for the last eight months.<br /> 2 weeks later.<br /> Tap, Tap, Tap. I look up and see someone tapping on my car window, his flashlight shining in the window of my car before he moves it around, looking in the back of it. I put my hand up when the torch flashes across my face blindingly. He quickly moves it to the side.<br /> “Ma’am, you can’t stay here,” he must be council security because of his uniform. My son Valarian stirs, the bright light waking him, and he lets out an irritated cry. <br /> “Look, I have noticed your car here for nearly two weeks; this is a train station,” he sighs as I pick up my son out of his fruit box and roll down the window a bit so he doesn’t keep yelling, thinking I can’t hear him.<br /> “You really have no place to go, no family?” He asks.<br /> “No, the council kicked me out of the park” he runs a hand down his face before glancing around the parking lot.<br /> “The baby’s father?” I shook my head, knowing that wasn’t an option. He didn’t even believe me, refused to see me even when I begged him to let me on his territory so I could show him the scan, every other time, he hung up the moment he heard my voice, after a while, I gave up.<br /> “You know there are people out that would take him, then you could probably go home.”<br /> “I am not abandoning my baby like my parents did me,” I tell him, outraged he would even suggest it.<br /> “This is no life for a child. You’re young if you give him up. You could still have a normal life. Something to think about. I will give you another week to find somewhere else. After that, you need to move on,” he says, and I nod before winding the window up.<br /> I watch him leave before settling my son and putting him back in the fruit box beside me. I have always been paranoid of rolling on him while asleep, tugging the blanket up over both of us before trying to get comfortable. A single tear runs down my cheek as I think of his words. “This was no life for a child” Was I being selfish? Yet, the thought of giving him up broke my heart. He was mine. I loved him and would give my life for my son, wasn’t that enough?<br /> Waking up the following day, I groan; it is pouring with rain. I rummage through the back for my umbrella before slipping my shoes on. Making sure my son is bundled nice and warm, I grab my bucket in one hand and pop the umbrella up as I open the hatchback. It was still early.<br /> I then pick up my son and make a run for it to the train station bathrooms. Needing to be extra careful not to slip on the wet ground. Once I get into the disabled toilet, I jam the bucket in the sink, filling it with warm water before shimming my pants down to pee. One thing I hated about being homeless was holding my son while going to the bathroom. I couldn’t place him down anywhere, making it hard to use the toilet while making sure not to drop him. When I finish, I slide my pants up with one hand, which is tricky while holding my son. I then wash my hand before turning the tap off.<br /> Now the tricky part. Holding an umbrella, a baby, and a bucket of water. Somehow I manage it and make it back to the car before placing the bucket down and quickly opening the hatchback to my wagon. I set my son down before hauling my tiny bucket in. I then changed his bum and used soap to lather my washcloth, and gave him a wash down before dressing him, so he was all nice and fresh for the day.<br /> Using the remaining water, I also give myself a wash. Longing for a shower, gosh, I miss showering, something I definitely took for granted. I would use the rest stop ones, but I had no fuel to get there and wouldn’t risk spending my limited funds.<br /> When mum and dad kicked me out, I had a small amount of savings. I also worked at the Chinese Restaurant on the main drag to keep saving, but now, since he was born and my milk dried up before I left the hospital. I was forced to stock up on formula, bottled water, and nappies. The savings didn’t last long with buying baby clothes and non-perishable food. My car looked like a mini supermarket, and I started to get low on the formula again. Rummaging through my wallet, I find my last $100. I needed to think of something fast. This wouldn’t last us much longer.<br /> Sighing, I lean back on my door, watching the rain. The Restaurant wouldn’t take me back; I tried that. My parents weren’t an option, and his father wouldn’t even let me on pack territory when I requested to see him.<br /> I still remember when I got his number to ring him; what a mission that was. I have his son. To be fair, I was not supposed to be in that part of the club at the Hotel. We wanted to meet the older Alpha’s, not the young ones that hadn’t even reached puberty, so with a fake ID, my sister and I snuck in while the meeting was going ahead in the conference hall. Alpha Valen was just as drunk as I was, so it was no wonder he couldn’t remember me. I felt this pull to him for some reason, and he must have felt it too. I couldn’t have imagined it.<br /> Shaking the vague memory away. I grab a granola bar out and eat it. My belly is rumbling. What I would do for a home-cooked meal. I loved mum’s cooking. She was the best cook. A tear slips down my cheek, and I check my phone, yet I know I will find no missed calls. My father disconnected it on me, but I liked to look at the photos of when I was still part of the family. I missed my little sister and wished I could see her, even just once more.<br /> I spend most of the day figuring out what I can do about money. The security guard’s words ate at me. “This is no life for a child” I was failing. I needed help and didn’t know who to ask. When it starts to get dark, the Five o’clock train pulls in. I tried to light my candle, so I had light, but my lighter had finally run out of gas. Popping the trunk, I try to find someone approachable to ask to borrow one. I grab my umbrella, hoping I find someone who might be smoking.<br /> “Excuse me, do you have a-” somenone in his suit walks past, looking down at me. I try over and over again but am ignored by everyone that passes. Feeling disheartened, I was about to hop back in the car when I saw a younger one in his work suit.<br /> I had seen him a few times. He caught the early train and was always home on the five o’clock train. He was always dressed nice in suits and had blonde hair and green eyes, a muscular build, and a good foot taller than me.<br /> He stares at me warily as I approach, and I stop when I feel his aura. He looks familiar for some reason before I finally place him and realize he is one of the Beta’s from the meeting at the Alpha Meet up. He had beta blood, and I knew he was Beta to Alpha Valen, yet I pretended I didn’t recognize him, he definitely didn’t remember me, and I knew he couldn’t feel my aura. I had been rogue for so long now my aura was almost nonexistent; it doesn’t help that I still hadn’t shifted. I wanted to, needed to, but what do I do with my son?<br /> “Can I borrow a lighter if you have one” I blurt out quickly before he waves me away, everyone usually assuming I am asking for money? He stops staring at me for a second.<br /> “Fine,” he says, rustling inside his pocket before handing me a green lighter. I ran back to the car and lit my candle that sat on a plate in my vehicle. Only when I turn around, I find him behind me, having followed me the few meters back to my car.<br /> I jump, not expecting him to be so close. “Thank you,” I tell him, passing it back; he nods then goes to leave, walking around the side of my car when my son cries out.<br /> “Shh, shh, I’m coming,” I whisper, pulling the hatchback down when something stops it. I turn to see what it caught on, only for it to be pulled open by the Beta I borrowed the lighter from.<br /> “Is that a baby you have in there?” He asks, and my heart thunders in my chest nervously. Would he call child services on me?<br /> My son cries louder, and I reach for him. The man’s eyes dart to him before he sniffs the air. Staring at him oddly, and I tuck him into my chest.<br /> “It’s only temporary; please don’t call child services,” I tell him, and he cocks his head to the side; his gaze appeared to be more thoughtful than scrutinizing.<br /> “Does your car run?” He asks, looking at it before he kicks a tire.<br /> “I have no fuel; I will leave tomorrow, I promise,” I tell him, panicking. Maybe he was a council worker? I doubted it because of his expensive suit.<br /> He looks at me, “you smell familiar,” he mutters.<br /> I swallow, wondering if he remembers me, but he doesn’t appear to, and I also didn’t want him questioning which pack I was from. My father and his Alpha were not on good terms, yet maybe if he could get me in to see Alpha Valen, he might help out with his son. However, that thought also frightened me having to face him who ignored me and refused even to do a DNA test, and he declined to come to check, stating my claims were lies, but if he just met him, he would see. We could always sense our kin. I stared at him, wondering if he would leave when he pushed the hatchback open further before reaching in. I scooted further back, looking for a weapon in case I needed it.<br /> “Calm down; I can’t leave you here knowing you are sleeping in your car with a baby,” he says, grabbing the car seat.<br /> “I will leave; just don’t take my son,” I tell him. He looks at me like I am mad.<br /> “I’m not; I want to help,”<br /> “You want to help?” I repeat, slightly suspicious. I must have heard that wrong.<br /> “Come on, you can stay at the packhouse until I speak to my Alpha,” he says, waving me forward.<br /> “Grab a change of clothes. We can come back to your car tomorrow,” he says. I don’t move, and he sighs before grabbing a bag. He grabs a tin formula, the nappy bag, and some of my clothes, stuffing them inside the bag.<br /> “Come on, wouldn’t you rather have a warm house than a cold car?” He asks. I look down at my son, wondering if I should trust him. He grabs the car seat. I climb out, and he hands me my umbrella before shutting my trunk.<br /> “This way,” he says, walking to his car. I follow him to his electric blue sports-looking car. I always wonder why he didn’t drive to work. And why would he leave such an expensive car at a train station?<br /> He puts the seat in before scratching his head. “You know how to clip it in?” He asks, and I nod.<br /> “Okay, you put it in, and I will hold your-” He looks at my son in my arms.<br /> “Son,” I tell him, and he nods, holding out his arms for him. He takes him from me, and I lean in, making sure to keep an eye on him while I clip the seat in before turning around. Retrieving my son, I clip him in his chair before climbing in beside him. He then passes me the bag before shutting my door.<br /> He turns the heater on when he hops in before glancing at me in the mirror.<br /> “Your son has odd-colored eyes, reminds me of my Alpha’s. He is the only person I know with Amber eyes besides his father,” he says. I look at him, and he looks away, looking back at the road. He definitely has his father’s eyes, but I keep my mouth shut. Though maybe this would be my chance, he would be able to tell if he saw his son. We can sense our own family, plus their resemblance was unmistakable.<br /> “Who is your Alpha?” I ask, pretending I don’t know.<br /> “Valen the Blood Alpha,” he says, his eyes darting to mine in the mirror again, gauging my reaction to his words. I feel excitement bubble in me, knowing I am correct in who he is.<br /> “He will be fine with you bringing a rogue in the territory?” I ask him.<br /> “He won’t be there, and I will speak with him tomorrow,”<br /> “Are you hungry?” He asks, and my belly rumbles loudly at the mention of food. He chuckles at the noise.<br /> “I will take that as a yes,” he says, and my face heats. I give my son his dummy, his amber eyes peering at me in the darkness of the car.<br /> “What’s your name?”<br /> “Everly,” I answer him.<br /> “Odd name, what pack were you from, or were you born rogue?”<br /> “No, I was in a pack,” I answer, but I refuse to tell him which one.<br /> “Your name, I can tell you have beta blood,” I tell him.<br /> “Marcus, and yes, I am Valen's beta,” he says before pulling into a drive-thru. I grab my wallet.<br /> “I don’t want your money,” he says before ordering. He asks what I want, but I don’t say anything feeling awkward, so he orders two of the same thing.<br /> “Is he asleep?” He asks, and I look at my son. I nod my head as he pulls up to the next window.<br /> “Climb in the front,” he says, which makes me look at my son again, worried.<br /> “I don’t bite, climb over,” he says while patting the passenger seat, and I unclip my seatbelt before climbing over into the front and placing the seatbelt on quickly. I noticed he didn’t have a mark on his neck, so he hadn’t found his mate yet. He opens some cup holders and places the drinks in them before passing me a paper bag.<br /> “You can eat in the car,” he says. I thank him and open his burger box, letting him pull it out.<br /> Marcus pulls over on the side of the road before flicking the interior light on so we can see better before turning in his seat to face me. “Eat. I won’t hurt you,”<br /> I open the burger box, my hands shaking. “Are you cold?” He asks, turning the heat up.<br /> I nodded my head. It was a lie. I was fine in the car; it was the fact I hadn’t eaten a meal in ages or actual food that wasn’t canned spaghetti or granola bars. I bite into the burger, and a sob nearly escapes my lips; I am quick to suppress it so he doesn't hear. I was chewing slowly, savoring the taste and the warmth. Looking up, he is watching me while eating his burger.<br /> I blushed, embarrassed that he was staring. He must think I am pathetic. I felt pathetic accepting a stranger's help.<br /> “Thank you,” I tell him while taking a sip of the cold coke. It fizzed in my throat and on my tongue but tasted so good.<br /> “Where is your family?” He asks curiously.<br /> “He is my only family,” I tell him, looking at my son.<br /> “They tossed you, didn’t they, for being unmated” I swallow, looking down.<br /> “My mother was a single mother, not a rogue, my dad died; she raised me alone, she struggled but had the pack. Must be hard having no one,” he says. I don’t say anything. What could I say? I am the disgraced daughter of an Alpha.<br /> We ate in silence, and for the first time in ages, I felt full, yet still, he handed me his chips, telling me to eat them before starting the car again. It took twenty minutes of driving, and I realized we were getting close to my old pack before he turned to the opposite side of the road.<br /> It took another twenty minutes of driving through his territory before he pulled up at a large three-story house. I could hardly see it was that dark, but I could tell it was modern-looking.<br /> “Are you okay? Stepping across didn’t make you feel sick?” I shake my head. It was odd. Usually, rogues feel sick crossing a border, but I didn’t. “Huh, odd,” he mutters.<br /> “Are you sure it is okay for me to stay here?”<br /> “Yeah, no one is here, and you can stay in my room tonight; I have pack patrol, so I won't be home” I nod.<br /> “The Alpha won’t mind?” I ask.<br /> “Na, he won’t even know until I see him tomorrow. He is in the City partying tonight; you will have the place to yourself,” he says, opening his door. He opens the back door, and I climb before walking around the car and grabbing my son out. He places the bag over his shoulder before putting his hand on my lower back, showing me to the front door. I watch as he unlocks the door before motioning for me to enter.<br /> Stepping inside, Marcus flicks the hallway light, and I can see better. The entire place is spotless. White Marble floors and a massive staircase led up to the next level. I couldn't see in the rooms off the side because he didn't turn those lights on, but if the foyer was anything to go by, the rest of the house would be breathtaking. It was way over the top, nothing I wouldn’t expect of the Blood Alpha. They are the wealthiest Pack and have half the City under its claim.<br /> "This way," he says, motioning for me to follow. I follow him up two flights of stairs before he stops at a door. <br /> " Obviously, I don't have a crib, but it is comfy, and the bathroom is through those doors. It is shared with the Alpha's room next door, but he won't be by tonight. Towels are in there, and I will be back to check on you at six am. I will take you to see the Alpha then," he says before walking into the walk-in and grabbing some clothes for himself.<br /> "Kitchen is downstairs if you are hungry, and I will see you later," he tells me before walking out the door. I look around before flicking the air conditioning on and warming the room.<br /> "This is nice, bubba, and tomorrow you can meet your father," I whisper to him. I was excited; I knew he wouldn't be able to deny him once he met him. He would know with just one look of him that he was his. We could always sense our own kin.<br /> Walking into the bathroom, I gasp. One wall was all mirrors above the basin, and the shower could easily fit three people.The sink was the perfect size to give my son a bath in. I was excited because he hadn't had a proper bath since the hospital. <br /> After the bath and his bottle, he fell asleep quickly. I propped pillows around him to ensure he didn't fall off before walking back to the bathroom and leaving the door open to hear him. Stripping my clothes off, I turned the shower on before stepping under the warm spray.<br /> I was wrapping the fluffy towel around myself when I suddenly heard voices. Drunken stumbling, giggling, and I froze. Someone was here. <br /> I grabbed my clothes off the sink basin and was about to run into the room when the door opened, and a lady walked in noticed me. She had a tight dress that left little to the imagination, and she was clearly intoxicated.<br /> She looks me up and down before she growls at me, her top lip pulling back over her teeth. "What are you doing in here, rogue?" She barks.<br /> "I… Beta Marcus" Stuttering, I try to explain when the door was shoved open, and someone stormed in. No, the blood Alpha. He was gorgeous even while drunk. He was tall too and way bulkier than I remembered. My brain fried in his presence and all I could do was stare, my brain screaming at me, my senses overloaded with his essence.<br /> Mate! The blood Alpha was my mate. I knew it with every fiber of my being, even without having shifted yet. I was of age now, and I felt my heart flutter excitedly. I found my mate. <br /> Taking a step toward him, I reach out to him when his lips pull back over his teeth to reveal sharp canines. He rushes toward me. His hands grab my throat as he pushes me against the cold tiled wall.<br /> "What is a rogue doing in my house" he screams before sniffing me. I couldn’t talk; his grip was tight as he restricted my airway. He sniffs me before shaking his head. Then he shoves me back.<br /> "Get out of my house now before I have you killed," he says, and my stomach drops. He can't recognize me; I feel my heart sink. <br /> The lady behind him clearly enjoyed this confrontation; she probably hoped he would kill me. Rogues aren’t allowed on pack land. I never should have got my hopes up, not even my own mate would help me, and this was my only chance at showing him he is a father, and now it just went out the window.<br /> "Wait but, you are my"<br /> "Get out!" He screams, and I flinch, his command rolling over me, and I grab my clothes from where I dropped them, rushing into the room and pulling them on.<br /> "Come on, baby," she purrs, clutching onto him. Tears brim in my eyes while I snatch my things up, unable to do anything against his command, unable to explain myself. <br /> Wrapping my son in his blanket and tucking him against me. I grab my bag before rushing down the steps when pain smashes me, taking my breath away.<br /> Clutching the banister, my stomach cramps, making me cry out. I grit my teeth, pain tearing my heart apart, and I knew they were together. Slept together. I heard of women knowing when their mates are unfaithful, and I met him and with another one.<br /> I didn't think it would hurt like this; he hadn't even marked me. <br /> It was pouring with rain as a storm rolled across the sky. Looking around helplessly, I am miles from my car, yet his command told me to leave and gave me no choice. I start running, pulling my son under my shirt to shield him from the cold. My legs were moving with nowhere to go as I desperately tried to figure out where to go for shelter.<br /> I don't know how long I was running for, but I suddenly found myself on the City's main street. Looking across the road was my old territory. My father's Pack was on the opposite side of the main drag and only a ten-minute run.<br /> Maybe he would take pity on me; perhaps he might change his mind once he met his grandson. I could only hope, at least for my son’s sake. Swallowing knowing I have no choice or I would be in the rain with a baby.<br /> Deciding on taking my chances, I started running home. I ran the entire way before stopping out in front of my old house. The lights were all off. My heart twists as I look up the driveway of our single-story lavish home. Growing up here, I played with the pack kids in this street. Rode my bike along the footpath with my sister. My father used to toss the football with us on this very lawn after work when we were little, or he would help us climb the massive tree that sat off the side of the driveway. This was home, and I missed my old life, missed my family; I just hoped they missed me too.<br /> Quietly sneaking up the side of the house, I stop at my sister's bedroom window. Looking in, I see her asleep. I tap on the window before I see movement; she flicks her lamp on, squinting around the room before looking at the window. <br /> Waving at her, my sister's mouth opens, and she becomes immediately alert before she rushes over. Ava throws her window open, and I pass her my bag, which she places on the floor before taking Valarian from me, so I can climb through the window.<br /> "Sis!" She cries, hugging me. I inhale her scent, tears flowing down my cheeks, before pulling back to look at her. She clutched her mouth before a sob escaped her.<br /> <br /> "He's beautiful," she chokes out. I gently closed the window, and she hugged Valarian close, smelling his tiny head. I was soaked, my hair dripping from the rain.<br /> "Gosh, I have missed you. Dad wouldn't let me look for you; he has me on a tight leash," she says, tears streaking down her cheeks.<br /> "Grab some dry clothes, take whatever you want," she whispers while pointing at her dresser, and I rummage through her drawers. Putting on some of her pajamas and had to roll the pants to hold them up. My sister watches me before she breaks down again.<br /> "You're so skinny," she sobs, sitting and looking at my body. <br /> "I'm fine, Ava. I'm okay," I try to reassure her. But she shakes her head, looking at my son rocking him. Rummaging through my bag, I retrieve him a nappy. Thankfully my shirt kept him dry and the blanket that's wrapped around him.<br /> She moves over, leaning on the wall, and watches my son fall asleep in her arms. I sat next to her, laying my head down on her shoulder before breaking down. Ava tried to soothe me, and I could feel her crying silently beside me.<br /> I missed having someone to talk to. Mainly receiving judgmental glares or few words to show their disgust of me. Nobody asked anymore how I was, nobody cared, and I was stupid enough to believe Beta Marcus would be able to help, stupid enough to think my mate would accept me.<br /> "How is mum?" I ask her, and she shakes her head.<br /> "She is okay; she asked dad for a divorce when he kicked you out. But you know mum, she would never leave him," she tells me, and I nod.<br /> It was unheard of for mates to get divorced. The bond stopped mates from being separated. It weakened them, two souls, together, or that's how it is supposed to be. I wasn’t looking forward to the rest of my life feeling my mate whenever he was with someone else that wasn’t me. I wasn’t looking forward to raising our son on my own or being alone.<br /> When Valarian cries out loud, I try to muffle the noise and soothe him by giving his dummy, but he spits it out.<br /> My sister stares at me in panic. Quickly closing the door before it is thrown open and bangs against the wall. My father walks in. He looks at me. A growl escapes him, and I cower away from him; my sister gets between us and shields me from my enraged father.<br /> He shoves her out of the way before stalking toward me. "Please, Dad, please," I beg. He grabs my hair, and I scream, and so does my son in my arms as I try not to drop him. My reflexes wanted to pull his hands away. Instead, I held my son, letting my hair tug painfully from my scalp.<br /> "Mum, mum!" My sister starts screaming frantically before I hear feet slapping on the tiles.<br /> "Please, Dad, Mum, help me. Mum, please," I beg her when she rushes in, her mouth open in shock as my father starts dragging me toward the front door by my hair.<br /> "John, she is daughter, please," she begs, tears in her eyes and streaming down her face.<br /> "That tart is not my daughter," He growls, his canines protruding.<br /> "Then take him, please. I will stay outside; just don't put him out. Please, Dad, he is your grandson," I choke out. <br /> "Give him to her, but you stay out. You aren't welcome here," he says before walking off. My mother rushes over to grab Valarian before hugging me briefly.<br /> "I will watch him; I will stay by the window," she says, and I nod.<br /> "Ava has his baby bag," I tell her. My sister clutches my fingers nodding. <br /> The curtain in the living room opens, and the lamp flicks on. I saw my sister rush off toward the kitchen, and my mother sat on the lounge with him next to the window so I could see him.<br /> "He has your nose," she says, smiling sadly at me. <br /> It doesn’t take long before I start shaking uncontrollably, and my teeth chatter so hard I thought they would break. My mother tapped on the glass where I rested my head.<br /> “Shift sweety, shift to try to stay warm,” she says, placing her palm on the glass.<br /> “I haven't shifted yet,” I tell her, and she looks at me sadly. Shifting was a big thing with werewolves; it was coming of age. Your wolf was meant to represent your future in the Pack, yet I hadn’t shifted, and it was not celebratory like it was for most wolves; it would be purely necessity.<br /> What was there to celebrate? My failures, the fact I am pack-less and homeless, that I am raising a baby on my own because the father refused to believe he got with a seventeen-year-old because he couldn’t recognize me as his mate.<br /> “Shift! Please, Everly. I can’t watch you suffer in the rain, please,” My mother begs, sucking in a deep breath. <br /> “You can do this, Everly,” I whisper to myself. It isn’t how you imagined shifting, but you need to put your big girl panties on and do what’s required. <br /> My mother taps on the window, and I look in at my son drinking his bottle in her arms, gazing up at her nice and warm. His eyes get heavier and heavier the longer he feeds on his bottle.<br /> “Thank you,” I whisper to her. She smiles sadly while nodding her head.<br /> “I’m right here. You don’t have to be alone for your first shift,” my mother says, and I nod. Usually, when a wolf shifts for the first time, they go running with their family, they have a big celebration. Me, I was shifting to stay warm, funny how things turned out. I was transitioning out of necessity while everyone else shifted for celebration.<br /> I have been able to feel my need to shift for months; however, being pregnant, I couldn’t change without causing harm to my unborn baby, then it did not have anyone to watch him while I did. This was my only chance, yet I dreaded seeing myself in wolf form. Alphas were supposed to be big, but I had been stripped of my title and my Pack.<br /> I kneel on the ground, stretch my fingers, and stand on my toes. My neck cracks first, my face twisting and morphing. Everything stretches and moves when I feel the first snap of bone. It was agony, I knew it would hurt, but I never imagined it like this. The first shift always hurts, apparently.<br /> “Don’t think of it, just envision your wolf,” My mother tries coaching through the glass window. <br /> A scream tore out of me that turned into a howl as the shift took over when I threw everything behind it like my mother said, bypassing the agony of shifting. Suddenly my hands were replaced with paws, my skin covered in thick fur, my face was more prolonged, my canines felt sharp as I ran my tongue along with them. Looking at my paws and my tail trying to see myself. I appeared to be a strange off-white color, almost a blue hue under the moonlight.<br /> Using the glass to look at myself, I was pure white,my fur one color only small, tiny, and thin. So small, I looked like an omega as I peered at myself. I looked up at my mother in the window, holding my son, one hand covering her mouth in shock. <br /> <br /> My father comes over and looks out the window, a stormy look on his face; he is disappointed. I was not much bigger than a German shepherd, which is embarrassingly small. <br /> Mortified at how weak I was. I press my nose against the glass, and I hear my father walk off when my mother tugs the curtain open a bit before sitting on the couch so I can see my son. Watching him through the glass, wishing I could comfort him but knowing it was best this way. He was safe and warm and, more importantly, dry.<br /> My mother managed to make him a makeshift bassinet on the couch, and eventually, I fell asleep. My head rested on the brick ledge under the window. When the sun starts to come up, I quickly shift back, putting on my drenched clothes and carefully ringing them out to try and remove some of the water. <br /> I had just pulled the sopping wet clothes on when the front door opened, and my father stepped out of the house. I looked up at him from my spot on the ground near the window where I was crouched. He doesn’t even look at me, instead tosses me some cash rolled up in a rubber band.<br /> “I want you gone before I get home, don’t ever come back, Everly,'' He says before walking toward his car, not even glancing at me. I reach forward, grabbing the rolled-up cash looking after him.<br /> My sister comes running out with a backpack and some dry clothes. She hands me a towel, and I dry myself off before slipping on the jeans, shirt, and hoodie she had brought out for me.<br /> “Here, take these,” She says, handing me a pair of her Nike shoes. I slip the socks on before placing the shoes on my feet. My mother was still holding my son like she didn’t want to let him go.<br /> “I rang a taxi to come to get you,” My mother tells me while my sister hands me a bag.<br /> “Some clothes, toiletries, feminine products, girlie stuff. I also put all the cash from my safe in there,” My sister says, and I swallow. “Ava, I can't take that,” I tell her.<br /> “You might as well. I can’t go to university now anyway. Dad is making me take over the Pack next year,” I suddenly felt guilty. <br /> Now she was being forced to be Alpha. Ava wanted to go to uni and study some science thing when I was still here. She is wicked smart, and I ruined her plans by getting pregnant. Ava didn’t look upset, though, just like she accepted it.<br /> “Take it, my old phone is in there too, and the charger I will make sure to recharge it every month for you so I can get ahold of you,” Ava says, and my mother nods.<br /> “He doesn’t have to know. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” my mother tells me.<br /> “I will not see you again,” I tell them, letting those words sink in; I wasn’t welcome back here, and they were too scared to come to see me. This would be it. They said they would ring, but we know it will only be texts if they manage that without my father realizing it.<br /> My sister squeezes me tight before letting go, and my mother clutches my face, her eyes filled with tears. “You can do this. You will be alright,” she says, her face lined with worry; she knew with how small my wolf is that I would suffer if anyone came for me. <br /> “Are you telling yourself or me that?” I ask her, her brows furrow; she knows there is nothing out there for us. <br /> I had to hold my son on my lap in the back as the taxi driver drove us to the train station. We drove past a rundown hotel on the way to the station, and I think I may just have enough fuel to get my car there; hopefully, I did. <br /> I tell myself that I need to let it out, then I can suck it up and figure something out. I handed the taxi driver some cash from the wad my father gave me. I had no idea how much my sister snuck into the bag, but getting my keys from the baby bag, I unlocked my car and climbed in, pulling the hatchback down when I realized I no longer had a car seat.<br /> I think knowing how long I saved for that car seat. I open the bag and empty my pockets after placing my son in his box. <br /> Opening the bag my sister packed for me. I found feminine products. Hair products, makeup. Some black slacks and a blouse and some black flats assuming she placed them here if I managed to get a Job Interview. I find her old touchscreen phone and a charger before finding an envelope. Opening it and pulling out all $100 bills. I feel a lump in my throat form; she gave me everything she had.<br /> I knew she did. There was nearly eight thousand dollars in the envelope. She gave me all her savings, and I felt a tear slip down my cheek. Turning the envelope over, I see her neat handwriting. 'You can do this. I can’t care more about you.'It was written on it, and I nodded at her words on the envelope. She was right. I could do this, I could because I had no choice. I would make it work.<br /> Packing up some clothes and refilling the baby bag, I pack a little bit of food to eat later before changing my son. Once he is dressed with a fresh bum on. I grab my umbrella and toss my bag over my shoulder along with the baby bag before scooping up my son.<br /> Locking my car, I then start walking, deciding to head to the rundown Hotel I saw. I wondered how I had never noticed it before, but even if it was just for one day, I could pretend I was normal. After a decent shower the other day before being tossed aside by my mate and my son's father. I now longed for a tiny piece of normal. Some dignity, a chance to feel human.<br /> I walked to the rundown Hotel; the rain was only light and had nearly stopped when I reached the two-story rectangular building. It had peeling paint, and the gardens were overgrown. The sign out the front hung down, and the neon lights flickered as they tried to remain on. The lines in the parking lot were faded, and the hotel numbers on the door were barely visible. Reaching the office, a lady sat on the chair out front with a cigarette between her fingers. Pushing on the door, the bell sounded, and she sitting smoking spoke behind me.<br /> "I will be with you in a second just let me finish this," she says, holding up her smoke. She stares at me, watching me, her eyes roaming over my appearance before stopping at my son in my arms.<br /> "He's yours?" She asks. I nod, looking down at him and tucking him closer.<br /> "The father?" She asks, and I shake my head.<br /> "Not your mate's?" She asks, and I feel tears burn my eyes at her words.<br /> "He is your mate, so why are you here?" She asks curiously, pointing to the chair beside her.<br /> "She leans over looking at my son" she appeared to be in her fifties with dark hair cut to her shoulders. She had her nose pierced, heavy eye makeup, and a tank top and jeans.<br /> "He has strange eyes; reminds me of someone I used to know; amber eyes are usually a family trait. Not many wolves in MountainView City with eyes like that," she says.<br /> "So the blood Alpha is your mate and his father," she says, and I look at her. She smiles and nods when I say nothing.<br /> "Powerful family, so why aren't you with your mate?"<br /> "He didn't recognize me and kicked me off pack land before I could tell him about his son," I admit.<br /> "And your family?" She asks. I fall silent, and she nods once before speaking, "My parents thought I was a rogue tart too, funny how things turn out."<br /> "So, you have a child?" I ask her.<br /> "Had a child, his father took him"<br /> "So, you are rogue?"<br /> "I am many things but rogue tart? You and I aren't so different. My name is Valerie, and you are?"<br /> "Everly, this is Valerian," I tell her, and her eyes sparkle.<br /> "Suiting, after his father," the lady says.<br /> "How do you know?"<br /> "About his father?" she asks, looking at my son.<br /> "Only one bloodline I know that has amber eyes. Come on, let's get you a room," Valarie says while getting up. I followed her into the small office.<br /> "I take it you have no ID?" She says, and I nod.<br /> “How about you get settled in, have a shower, and come through that door when you are done. We can have dinner together, and you can tell me how you ended up a rogue from Valen," she tells me. I dig through my bag to give her cash from the envelope when she hands me my son.<br /> “No, keep it. Be nice just to have company, haven't had anyone stay in months now,” Valarie tells me, and I look around, the place was a dump, but it was still nicer than the back of my car.<br /> Valen POV<br /> The sun was searing my eyes out of my head as it lit up the back of my eyelids. I was just about to force myself up when Marcus burst into my room, the door slamming into the wall loudly, the noise rattling my already pounding headache.<br /> "Ah, good you're up," he says just as I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I wave him off, but he doesn't leave. Instead, leaning on the wall beside my dresser.<br /> "What?" I ask, my head pounding in my skull. I look around my room to find some lady and groan, praying I used a rubber. <br /> "The rogue girl in my room, where did she go?" Huh? What is he talking about? I was too hungover for his dramas this morning. I stare at the lady. <br /> "Oi, whatever your name is, get up," I tell her shoving her shoulder. <br /> "Get rid of her," I tell Marcus, getting up to pee. I push the bathroom door open, my senses coming alert. I could smell some faint scent in here. It made my mouth water but was so faint, making me wonder what chemicals the cleaning lady was using.<br /> "Valen, the girl in my room, where is she?" Marcus asks, following me to the bathroom.<br /> "What girl?" I mutter. I spot the trash can and see a used cdm, thank for that. I think to myself.<br /> "The rogue girl, Everly. I picked her up yesterday and brought her here," Marcus says, and I pinch the bridge of my nose trying to remember.<br /> My head was pounding, but I remember coming home, and the slag was whining about a rogue before it clicked, coming back to me. But I couldn’t remember her face. However, something was nagging me about the situation.<br /> "Wait, you brought her here?" I ask, peering over at my Beta leaning on the bathroom door.<br /> "Yes, and she has a name Everly, her and her son; I found them sleeping at the train station."<br /> "What?" I ask, horrified looking at him.<br /> "She had no kid with her," I tell him, and he looks at me, his lips pulling back over his teeth.<br /> "Valen?" He growls; if he was anyone else.<br /> "Grab my keys; I didn't know she had a kid. I never would have kicked her out if I had known," I tell him.<br /> "Are you serious? It was pouring with rain," Marcus snaps at me.<br /> I suddenly felt terrible, praying I didn't hurt her; I couldn't remember. My memory is hazy, and I am sure I was still intoxicated with the way the ground kept moving as I walked.<br /> I go grab my keys off the dresser. Hoping I didn't destroy my car again driving home drunk.<br /> "You're not driving; you still look half tanked. Hurry up, maybe she went back to her car," Marcus says. I feel guilty knowing I kicked the rogue girl out in the rain with a baby. If Marcus brought her here, she must have been in dire straits because Marcus never brings anyone to the packhouse.<br /> "What did you say her name was again?" I ask, wondering why he was so interested in this rogue.<br /> "Everly, she smelt familiar…" he says thoughtfully.<br /> "And I can officially say you aren't the only freak with eyes like your father."<br /> "What do you mean?"<br /> "Her son, he had the same eyes as you, could almost pass him off to be your son," he chuckles.<br /> I shove my feet in my shoes, growling at his words. That's the last thing I needed, an illegitimate child. It would be another thing for my father to breathe down my neck about.<br /> "What you never know, you have a new girl on your arm every day probably have fifty kids you are unaware of," Marcus laughs.<br /> "How old is she?"<br /> "Dunno, but I could tell she hadn't shifted yet, so must be young," he says with a shrug.<br /> "Well, not mine then; I won't go near jailbait."<br /> "She wasn't that young, probably eighteen. Well, nearly seeing as she hadn't shifted," he says.<br /> "Did she say what pack she is from?"<br /> "Nope"<br /> "Well, come on, let's see if we can find her. Maybe they might have room at one of the hostels to put her in for a few weeks" They really need to get rid of that law. <br /> Isat in the passenger seat of Marcus's car, the motion making my stomach turn as I press my head against the window. I must have nodded off because I woke up to Marcus shaking my shoulder. Looking up, we were pulling into the transition on no man's land.<br /> “That is her car,” Marcus says, pointing to a rundown wagon.<br /> “Well,go on, see if your damsel in distress wants to be saved,” I tell him, waving him off. It was pretty overcast today; the storm was massive, giant puddles in the car park had ducks swimming around in them, making my guilt worse knowing I forced a lady and baby out in this weather. He looks in the windows, and I sigh, tossing the door open and walking over to him.<br /> “She isn’t here; I wonder whereshe went?” He says, looking around before walking off toward the train station.<br /> “I will see if the guards are on and if they have seen her,'' He sings out over his shoulder. I peer in the windows of the busted-up wagon. The thing looked like a death trap.<br /> The car's rear was like a mini grocery department of baby items, tins of formula, and nappies. Canned food, a duvet, and a pillow. Hardly any personal items, yet I could see a photo album jammed between the passenger and driver's seat.<br /> Marcus comes back, shaking his head. CCTV shows she left this morning with a bag and her son.<br /> “Might have gone home?” I suggest, and he shrugs. Walking to his car. He opens the backdoor before pulling out a baby capsule. Ihelp him by placing it beside her car before rummaging around for a pen and paper.<br /> “Leave a note with your number. You think she would contact you?” Iask him, and he nods, finding an old envelope, scrawling his number on it, and putting some money in it to use a payphone if she hasn’t got a phone. He places the note inside the capsule; I look around at the clouds. 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🗨️ “Our utility bills have been cut in half!” | 🏠 Many homeowners in Ann Arbor 🌨️ feel as though they can never escape the cold during winter. ❄️ <br /> <br /> This is for every person who is tired of shivering 24/7 during the winter, who feels like winter air is a sharp pain in their joints…. That follows them indoors, and that there’s no escape… <br /> <br /> 🌡️ Even when you blast the heater t feels like your thermostat just can’t go high enough! You keep piling on blankets and wearing layers of sweaters in your own home just trying to stay warm! <br /> <br /> Contrary to popular belief, it isn’t your heater, the weather, or warm air escaping through your windows. <br /> <br /> ❄️ The reason your home is a chronically cold and drafty ice box that leaves you shivering is your walls. Up to 60% of warm, cozy air can leak through your home’s walls and attic. If your home has poor insulation, it is practically a guarantee your home will feel like an ice box…<br /> <br /> 🏠 And over 77 million homes have NO insulation or poor insulation.<br /> <br /> Home insulation is a MAJOR 🏠 factor in your home’s comfort and utility bills. In fact, up to 50% of your home’s utility bills come from cooling your home in summer and heating it in winter. 🌡️ Good insulation makes your home much more energy efficient – helping bring those bills down.<br /> <br /> ➡️ With proper insulation, you will notice a difference in how warn, relaxing, and cozy your home feels. You can even enjoy a reduction in allergens, and a significant reduction in noises you hear from outside. <br /> <br /> USA Insulation’s Premium Injection Foam offers 35% more protection from outside weather, compared to other insulation products.<br /> <br /> With over 20 years of experience and 125K families helped, USA Insulation has all the experience, tools, and technology to help you. <br /> <br /> 🗨️“I just want to thank USA Insulation for another great job. The house I live in now is the second one that they have insulated for me. It cut my propane bill in half. This is the third winter in my house. The first winter cost me $2,000 in heating oil just to have some heat. That's when I decided to call USA Insulation again and had my whole house insulated. I know the winters have been fairly mild but last year I spent about $600 for the winter and this year I have spent $280 bucks. Thank you for doing such a great job on my first home that I came back and did my second home. Huge cost savings! Thank you again. I'm a very happy customer!”<br /> -Nick R., New Carlisle<br /> <br /> 🗨️“We used to have $500 electric bills for one month; all the heat used to escape the house. After the insulation, I did not even need to run my heat even though it was 30 degrees outside. The insulation is working so well. You cannot feel the draft anymore. I think it was great that I insulated my basement; it made a huge difference.”<br /> -Debbie M., Indianapolis<br /> <br /> 🗨️“I have a thermostat that tracks furnace usage. My furnace is running 32% less than before insulation.”<br /> -Dan Z., Pittsburgh<br /> <br /> Pricing usually starts at $2000 per project, and the average cost to re-insulate is between $3000-$10000.<br /> <br /> Have any questions?<br /> <br /> ➡️ Click or tap below to speak with a team member and schedule your FREE in-home quote today.➡️ Click or tap below to speak with a team member and schedule your FREE in-home quote today. | GET_QUOTE | http://fb.me/ | 619641578472628 | USA Insulation of SE Michigan | https://facebook.com/USAInsulationSEMichigan | 310 | 3 | 800,443,285,099,395 | 2024-03-29 02:00 | person_profile | eligible | 0 | 0 | NONE | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | Get quote | 0 | USA Insulation of SE Michigan | 120207278567230391 | fb.me | NONE | image | http://fb.me/ | 2024-03-29 20:25 | https://scontent-dfw5-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434458806_2130411440648768_1469567209727515803_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BX6Mkd47s50AX-shRtA&_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-2.xx&oh=00_AfAObDsLFr7rZHjhHghDaxG4_yiDJLjOzjuYybPpYEJUWg&oe=660FC4E5 | person_profile | 0 | USA Insulation SE Michigan | https://scontent-dfw5-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/433870017_398672049655322_5009430520010056692_n.jpg?_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JFz9kbscpHUAX8_QNTo&_nc_ht=scontent-dfw5-1.xx&oh=00_AfD0P9NgPMcQrqPpO-W4TYNR1LLWhbyGEus-LwuOKHjJ5w&oe=660FC989 | 0 | 3 | USA Insulation of SE Michigan | 0 | 0 | 2024-03-29 02:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||
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