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2,703,500	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703466}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't ... they wouldn't do this to me. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. ———————— Dani pov "Are you excited about tonight, Dani girl?" Amanda, my pseudo aunt, asks as she helps me finish curling my long blonde hair. I look at her through the reflection in the mirror and she must see the happiness shining in my eyes because she pecks the top of my head. "Right, stupid question." "Excited isn't a big enough word to encomphip how I'm feeling right now. I'm just... God, I don't know, Mandy." I laugh at my lack of words and she squeezes my shoulders while smiling at me. "You're going to be an amazing Old Lady to those three boys of yours. This club has watched the four of you fall in love and we are all just as excited for it to be official now." I see tears shining in her eyes but she blinks them away before they can fall. "You, my sweet girl, deserve all the happiness in the world, and I know those boys will bend over backwards to make it happen. The circumstances that brought you into our lives weren't ideal, but this is where you were always meant to be." I've called the Devil's Disciples club home for eight years now, ever since my father abandoned me at a gas station when I was only ten years old, and told me I'm old enough to fend for myself. A lot of bad could have happened to me back then, but I was fortunate enough to be found by Snake, the club's president. He put me on the back of his bike and brought me to the club, giving me a family, and a real future in the process. Snake's son, Axel, and his two best friends, Jax and Hendrix, quickly became my everything. I got to grow up being a spoiled club princess with my three best friends. To absolutely no one's surprise, our platonic friendship changed into so much more the older we got. If I'm honest with myself, I've been in love with them since the moment we met. Snake was surprisingly happy for us, but he demanded we not take our relationship further until after I graduated school and turned eighteen. I won't lie, it's been frustrating keeping our hands to ourselves for two years, but tonight is finally the night we've been waiting for. Tonight Axel, Jax, and Hendrix are being officially patched in and I'm being named as their Old Lady. I graduated a month ago and my eighteenth birthday was last week. It's time. Hendrix, my big softy, wanted us to all wait to be intimate until after everything was officially recognized by the club. Something about 'The biker version of making an honest woman out of me.' Axel wanted to punch him in the face for being a schlong blocker, but eventually relented because, in his words, I'm worth the wait. "I'm going to head out, hun. I need to make sure everything is in order for tonight at the club." Mandy says, while grabbing her purse to leave. "The ceremony starts in about an hour, don't be late." She gives me a stern look, knowing I would be late to my own funeral if possible. "Trust me, tonight is the one night I'll definitely be on time for." I grin at her. She shakes her head in amusement. "We'll see. Taylor drew you a picture as a keepsake for tonight. When she gives it to you, act like it's the best artwork you've ever seen. She worked hard on it for her favorite person." "See you in a bit, Dani girl!" She waves bye and gets in her car. Once I see her headlights disappear, I go back inside and make sure everything is ready for after the ceremony tonight. Call me optimistic, but I bought a whole box of condoms. I also bought some scented candles and advil. I'm sure Hendrix made a gift basket with all the essentials, but I like to be prepared. It's not every day a girl loses her first time to the three loves of her life. I'm just finishing my mental checklist when my phone dings, letting me know the guys are active in the group chat. I can't help the bubble of laughter that escapes at their banter. Axel: Are u ready for tonight, Baby girl? Jax: Do u really have 2 ask? Our girl has been ready. If Hendrix wasn't such a clam jammer she would have jumped us weeks ago. Hendrix: Get out, Jax. Little one, you deserve for your first time to be special. Axel: It's ALL of our first time's, schlong. No matter what it will be special. Axel: So, who will be first, Baby girl? Jax: I nominate myself. Winky face emoji Hendrix: Of course u do. Eye roll emoji Hendrix: The choice is yours, little one. Don't feel pressured. Me: I love you guys. And I don't care who goes first. I'll leave that for you guys to decide, as long as it actually happens. Axel: I'm so hard right now. Jax: Same. Can we speed up the ceremony? Axel: I tried. Dad would angry if everything isn't done by the book. Hendrix: Heathens, both of you. Learn some patience. Hendrix: I love you too, Little one. Can't wait to see you in a bit. Axel: Go on with you! Hendrix.Love you too, Baby girl. Jax: Yeah, Go on with you! Hendrix. Also, I love you more, Love. Me: You guys are dorks. Finish getting ready for tonight b4 Snake gives you grunt work. I put my phone down and try to relax before it's time to leave for the clubhouse. I only live five minutes away, but it feels like a million with how antsy I am right now. The house I currently live in used to belong to Amanda and Scoot, but they gave it to me my senior year of highschool after they built their new house on the club's property. Before here, I stayed at the clubhouse in one of the rooms, but I like my solitude. Don't get me wrong, I love the club, but I like being able to walk downstairs in the middle of the night for a glhip of water without having to see some club bunny getting railed on the table where I eat breakfast by someone I consider family. The members of the club are family to me, but it doesn't mean I want to see their schlongs out. That's just nasty. Since the guys and I are becoming official tonight, they will be moving in here with me this weekend. Jax even took the liberty of buying a monster of a bed for all of us to sleep on. My house is finally becoming an actual home. I'm brought out of my thoughts when I hear a loud knock on my door. I can't keep the smile off my face as I go to answer, knowing Axel wouldn't be able to stay away for long. "Hendrix will kick your bu–" I open the door and my words die on my tongue when I see who it is. "Dani, You look good. Just like your momma did before she got knocked up with you." My father says, with a toothy grin on his sallow face. He looks worse than he did eight years ago when he left me at the gas station. He's scrawny, with rotted out teeth, and a sweaty complexion. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I croak out, hating how weak I sound even to my own ears. "Dani, Dani, Dani."He shakes his head in disappointment. "That's no way to greet your daddy. You didn't think I would forget about you did you? I've gotten myself into some trouble, girl, and only you can help me out." He tells me with a nasty gleam in his eyes. Bile is making its way up my throat now. I should have known he would never truly be done with me. "If you try anything, anything at all to hurt me, the entire Devil's Disciples club will come for you. They'll know it was you." I tell him with as much courage as my terrified voice will allow. He just laughs cruelly at me. I try to slam the door in his face but his boot stops me. Before I get a chance to turn and run he stabs me with something. He pulls back his hand and I see a syringe. Before my next thought is complete my world turns black. I wake with a jolt as my consciousness slowly comes back. Looking around I see that I'm tied up in the back of a van and my father is here with me, staring at me with dead eyes. Eyes he's always had when he looks at me. "You're finally awake." He says casually, like we're talking about the weather. I don't respond. What would I even say? It doesn't matter though. My guys will come looking for me and this will all be over. I just need to be patient. "I see those wheels turning in your head, girl. No one is coming for you." He has a wide smile on his face as he says this. "You're wrong. Axel, Jax, and Hendrix will always come for me. When they do, they will kill you!" I scream at him. "Not after they found your note, explaining that the biker life isn't for you and a photo of you and that friend of yours in a compromising position." "What note? What friend? What are you talking about?" None of what he's saying makes sense. "That friend of yours from school, Brent. According to the note and a photo a friend of mine edited, you and Brent fell in love and you decided to run off together." "Brent is gay and I would never cheat on them! They know I wouldn't. They'll see right through it and come for me." I know it down to my bones. "Well Brent disappeared last night too, after I put a magazine in his head and buried him in the desert. So it's all very convincing, what with you both disappearing at the same time and all." He laughs like any of what he just said is funny. "No. No, no, no! He's not dead! Please. You're lying. Brent is innocent." The last part is barely a whisper as my emotions clog my throat. Brent is a good person. This is my fault. If he was never my friend he wouldn't have been caught up in this mess. "I wasn't sure if I could pull this off. I've been watching you for some time and I figured those boys of yours would hunt you down for some answers at least. Imagine my surprise when my friend sent me a video of all three of them banging one of them club whores not long after leaving your place. They sure didn't wait long to replace you. Must not have been that special to them after all, huh, Dani girl?" He smirks at me. I want to rip that smirk off his stupid face. "Now I know you're lying. I won't fall for your tricks, I know them better than anyone, and they wouldn't ever touch a club girl, no matter how upset they were at me." He pulls out his phone and puts it in front of my face. "Watch, girl. This was just an hour ago." He pushes play and I helplessly watch as Scarlet, a club bunny, rides Axel while Hendrix pounds into her from behind and Jax thrusts into her mouth. It feels like my insides are shutting down. I can't breathe. I'm not sure if I even want to at this point. This isn't real, it can't be happening. They wouldn't... they wouldn't do this to me. "Ah now you're getting it." He puts his phone back into his pocket and grabs my chin roughly. "Ya know, I never wanted a kid, let alone a daughter. Women are useless. It wasn't until recently that I realized you can actually be of some value to me after all. I owe someone a lot of money, and unfortunately I wasn't able to pay them back. I did have you though. It took some time to track you down but imagine my surprise when I found you living with a biker club. I had to get creative to finally get you away from those boys of yours, but after some help I figured it out. The guy you're going to isn't very nice but if you play your cards right you should be fine." I say nothing. There's no hope for me. He's right, no one is coming to rescue me. No one even knows what's really happening. I hate the guys for banging Scarlet, but at the same time I know they think I left them for someone else. They've been manipulated as well. Brent is dead because of me, I deserve this pain. They didn't even wait long before replacing me. The voice in my head says. I had everything. I had a family, three amazing boyfriends, and a bright future. I had it all. Now, now I have nothing. I can feel what little hope I had left leave my soul as my mind replays that video in my head on repeat. My best friend was murdered because of me. My guys think I betrayed them and easily replaced me within hours. My family will think I abandoned them. I have nothing. I am nothing. "We've got a long drive and I don't feel like listening to you whine." I realize I'm crying when he says this. He pulls out another syringe and stabs me in the arm with it. I don't even try to fight him. Later on when I wake up, chained to a basement floor with several other girls, I realize...I was a stupid, foolish, naive little girl and life can always get worse. 7 years later The base runs through me, syncing with my heart. My body sways in time with the beat as I lift my arms up and embrace the feeling of freedom. I'll never take it for granted again. My black rooted, silver hair is up in a faux hawk to keep it from sticking to my neck. My dark winged brown eyes open as a pair of hands grab ahold of my hips and the person behind me grinds into my hip. Thick fingers trail up by undressed stomach and grope my leather bralette covered breasts. I don't even need to turn around to know who is behind me. So predictable. Kyle Sandcliff, 32, trust fund baby, and overall waste of human life. I grab his hand from my chest and pull him along with me to the unlocked 'Employees only' break room. Once we're both in the room, I close and lock the door before turning around to face him. He doesn't waste any time as he pins me to the door and shoves his tongue down my throat. I give as good as I get before I bite his bottom lip, drawing blood. "Baby. You're a feisty one." He says, before he immediately undoes his pants and pulls his tiny schlong out. "Get on your knees and suck me, baby. If you're a good girl, I'll reward you with my fat schlong in your private part." Wow, what he lacks in size, he makes up for in confidence. I get on my knees and lick the head of his schlong. This guy doesn't wash his balls very well. It smells like rank hip. But a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do. So I take one for the team and shove his entire schlong in my mouth. The smell makes me gag and dipshit thinks it's because of his size. Typical. "That's it baby, choke on my schlong." He grunts. God, please stop talking. I need to end this before I actually throw up. I grab my dagger from my boot and slowly bring it to his thigh while his eyes are closed. His schlong starts to swell so I pull him from my mouth. "What, I was almost there!" He yells, as he looks down. As soon as his eyes lock on mine I shove my blade deep in his femoral artery and drag it down, effectively slicing it open. He screams but the music drowns him out. His voice dies down as he bleeds out. I look him deep in his fading eyes. "My name is Karma, and this is for the force woman to intercourse with him and murder of Veronica Douglhip." Once his black soul finally leaves his body, and goes to inferno where it belongs, I wipe my blade on his Oxford shirt and pull my cell from my pocket. "Emery, package pickup confirmed." I tell my partner. "Received." Is all she says before the call is disconnected. I stroll out of the crowded Miami club, and walk two blocks where I destroy and toss the burner cell. I walk another two blocks and Emery is there to pick me up. I get in the black 1967 Shelby Mustang and we take off for the private air strip where I finally get to brush my teeth and use half a bottle of mouthwash after we load the jet. I come out of the small bathroom to Emery's smirking face. "Shut up, bimbo." But she just bursts out laughing. "I don't know why you insist on going so far with your marks before you kill them. You know, you wouldn't have to deal with cheese balls if you did what I do and just kill them as soon as you get them alone instead of playing with them." She repeats the same thing she says to me every time I do a job. I just roll my eyes and sit down. "I enjoy edging them before I end their lives. Imagine using a vibrator and right before you come the batteries die." She winces at this. "Yeah that is terrible. I hate when that happens." She tells me. "Exactly. For them, instead of batteries dying, it's them dying. It's very cathartic for me." I tell her with a shrug. "You're psychotic, but I love you all the more for it." She grins at me and I just wink at her. I don't get close to people. Not since seven years ago when my life irrevocably changed. Don't get me wrong, I would absolutely take a magazine for Emery, and she's like family to me. But I will never allow myself to be vulnerable with someone else. She knows this, she even understands this. We got plastered one night and I spilled my guts about the boys who shattered my heart when I was abducted. So she knows why I keep a distance. She hates it, but she learned not to push me too much a while ago. That's why I requested to have Emery as my partner. She doesn't pry. "What does the boss lady say about our next mission?" I ask. "Please tell me it's in the Caribbean or somewhere just as peaceful." I whine. "Sorry babe, it's in Nevada." My lungs stop working. Nevada. No. I swore to myself I would never step foot back in that state. It still hurts too bad to think about. Being that close to them would kill me. "A group requested our help with some missing women. Apparently several women have been going missing in the past year and so far nothing has been found that can lead to any clues. It's like they just vanished into thin air. The group reached out through one of our past clients and requested our help. They are paying triple what we usually ask for because they're so desperate." She tells me all this, and I hear it, I swear I do, but all I can focus on is her saying Nevada. "What group is asking for our help?" I ask her, with my heart in my throat. "A motorcycle club. The Devil's Disciples." As soon as the words leave her mouth my breath heaves from my lungs and my throat closes up. This can't be happening. The world can't be so cruel. "Karma, are you ok?" Emery frantically asks me. "I'm fi...fine." I manage to choke out. "When do we head there?" "Tonight. We meet with them tomorrow night to get started. They requested to work the case with us, much to the boss lady's annoyment. But they hipured us they won't get in the way and understand we will be leading the case." She rolls her eyes at this. Our boss, who we call 'Boss Lady', saved my life and ever since then I've worked for her at 'The company'. Basic names I know, but it keeps everything anonymous. Especially when we kill people for a living. I can't decide not to work a case. I owe my boss my life. Plus, how selfish would it be for me to abandon innocent women in need of saving just because I'm reluctant to face my past? My boss found and saved me when I was in a similar situation six years ago. I'll swallow my pride and pull up my bad bimbo panties to get this job done and then I'll close out that page in my life for good. Doesn't mean I have to like it though. Terrible Nevada. It's not the state's fault, really. I know this. I still hate this place, though. It's the place where my dreams started to come true and it's the place where they inevitably crashed and burned...and then went through a meat grinder. Isn't it funny how life turns out? No, you're right. It's not funny. It's horrifying. I won't lie, a tiny part of me is anticipating seeing my boys again. No, not my boys. The boys. I'm just so angry at them and hurt. They hurt me. I know technically they were played too. They got a note along with a photoshopped picture of me and another man doing God knows what, telling them that I didn't want them and that I was running off with someone else. I know they only screwed Scarlet to get back at me because they were hurting too. It doesn't make watching them do it hurt any less though. The evil part of me wants to make them suffer a little. The sad and lonely part wants to get everything cleared up and be back in their arms like nothing ever happened. That part needs to jump off a cliff though. I'm not the same person I was then and I never will be. Too much has happened. Plus I know that if they ever found out the truth, they would hate themselves. They wouldn't be able to handle it. It's best to just leave the past where it is. No good can come from dredging up all that hurt and anguish. Our plane got in last night, and we stayed at a cheap motel where we both immediately phiped out. We've been on back-to-back missions lately, and all the traveling can be exhausting. Boss lady informed us that Emery and I will be staying at the guy's clubhouse during this mission so we don't run the risk of drawing too much attention by going back and forth between the club and a hotel in case the place is being watched. I don't know why they would be watching the club but we should find out more details later tonight. Emery is already at the club so she can get all her tech gear set up. I really should head over there but I'm being a coward right now. It's been seven years. That's a long time to be gone without a trace, only to pop up out of nowhere. I look at myself in the mirror and take stock of the differences between how the old me looked and how I look now. My blonde hair used to be a sun smooched shade, now it's mostly silver with black roots, and goes down my back to the top of my hip. I have an athletic build with feminine curves compared to my tiny frame from before. Instead of girly pink and modest attire with bows, I mostly wear black and leave little to the imagination. The part that's changed the most are my eyes. They used to be so happy and full of life. Now they're dead and haunted. Not to mention the scars. My body is riddled with them now. They won't see those though. I have tattoos covering the ones visible through clothing. The ones on my back I couldn't cover though. I tried, but the scar tissue made it too painful. I got a tattoo on my spine that looks as if a snake is weaving around it. I couldn't handle any more work done. My skin was too sensitive for any more. Too much damage to the nerve endings and you have to find a really good artist who can tattoo deep set scar tissue without it looking blown out and weird. Thinking about my tattoos makes me think about little Taylor and the odd drawings she used to make. I've always wondered if she ended up sticking with her love of art, and if she did what became of it. I shake my head of those thoughts and finish looking myself over to make sure I'm ready. My hair is in loose waves and I'm wearing my makeup as my armor. Full smokey eye with a bold winged liner and dark bold red lips. I'm wearing black distressed skinny jeans with a black lace corset top and a cropped leather jacket over top. Inside my jacket I have my blades and inside my knee high boots I have my two tactical guns. I'm never not prepared. I've spent enough time procrastinating. Let's get this thing over with. I need a vacation. I park my matte black MV Agusta F4CC bike once I make it inside the gate at the compound. We're estimating being on this job for a little while, so I had my baby shipped overnight. I pull my helmet off and the urge to put it right back on and drive away hits me so hard that my hands start sweating. I hate feeling weak and vulnerable. I collect myself and my emotions and firmly fix my emotionless mask on my face. There aren't too many people here tonight, so I'm hipuming there's no party going on. Good, that means they're taking this mission seriously. I climb the steps and manage not to reminisce on the memories of running down these steps into the guys arms when they would get back from road trips in the past. It's weird how this place used to feel so much like home, and now I'm practically a stranger walking into a new place. I hate this. I walk inside and see about fifteen people hanging out, drinking, and just enjoying themselves. I know Emery and the guys are in the room used for church, waiting on me. But I see someone sitting at the bar and can't help myself but to sit down next to them. "I was wondering when you were going to finally come by, doll." He tells me. "Yeah, well, would have been sooner if you told me about all the missing women before now." I snark back. "I knew you were busy living your life. I knew you would come when you were ready." He looks at me and I immediately drop my mask. "I'll never be ready, Snake. But I would have come and helped you. All you had to do was say so. You know that." I tell him sincerely. "I know, doll." He pauses as his eyes take in my features. "You look good." He tells me sincerely. I can see he's trying his best to hold in his emotions. I'm having the same issue since finally seeing him after all these years. "So do you, Snake." I reached out to Snake after my boss rescued me from inferno. I told him everything and he believed every word. He knew that letter and the photos were fake. How sad is that? He knew immediately, yet the three guys who said they were in love with me didn't for a second think it was anything other than real. He told me he looked for me, but I vanished without a trace, much like the current missing girls. It's not easy hunting a ghost. I kept in touch with Snake in secret over the years, I made him promise not to ever mention a word about any of it to the guys until I was ready to face them myself. No matter what the circumstances were, they replaced me with another woman too easily. They didn't even try to find me, not even to scream at me for abandoning them like they believed I did. They just moved on with their lives while I was stuck in inferno. I know Snake stepped down as President and let Axel take over, Jax became V.P, and Hendrix became the Enforcer. He slipped that information in one time during casual conversation and that was the last time I spoke to him. That was a year ago. He knew I didn't want to hear about them, it hurt too bad. "You ready, doll?" Snake asks as he gets up from his stool. "Not even a little. Lead the way." He nods his head and gives me a rehipuring smile but nothing he could do or say will make this any easier on me. I walk behind Snake as we head to church. He walks in first and I walk around him and go up to Emery with my back to the room. I make sure I show no outward emotions as I fix my mask back into place. I'm a new person. The old me died a long time ago. No matter who they used to be to me, I can't show weakness. Let's just solve this case so I can get out of here. "Gentlemen, this is Karma. She's never missed a target and has a 1oo% success rate in search and rescue for kidnapped and imprisoned victims." Emery announces to the room. I finally turn around and face my past. Snake has a big smirk on his face. Axel's eyes are bugging out of his head and his jaw is dropped. Jax looks like he's seen a ghost. And Hendrix...Hendrix looks ready to kill me. "Long time, no see." I say with a smirk on my face and a flippant tone that I don't feel in the least. Let them think what they want, they abandoned me long before I gave up on them. Axel pov "What are you doing here?" Immediately comes out of my mouth. This selfish bimbo shows up now? After seven years? I don't know what kind of cruel cosmic joke the devil is playing on me right now.	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2,703,110	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703092}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Read the full version now👉	“You’re soaked,” Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I can’t… Because he’s my boyfriend’s father. * I’d just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, they’d already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think I’m finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things were…awakened…today. But because Hudson is perfect. He’s sexy, thoughtful, attentive…. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didn’t want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. He’s never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didn’t try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. Today…today I’m ready. And I’m going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, he’s handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. “Whatcha thinkin’, lovely?” My cheeks flush. “Do you really want to know?” “Always,” Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. “I think I’m ready.” All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudson’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes I’ve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looks…scary. There’s something about him that dings my radar, even though I’m used to seeing criminals in the prison. He’s well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I can’t fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. “Hudson… There’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us,” I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. “Don’t worry about him,” Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. “Hudson, he’s looking right at—” “He’s with me. That’s Preston. He’s…my bodyguard.” Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. “He usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.” Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch he’s wearing today. I’d always assumed it was a knock-off, but now I’m not so sure… The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? I’m a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I can’t even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. “Just ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.” Hudson rolls his eyes. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and I’m not going to get anything else out of him. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudson’s apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. I’ve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guy’s timing couldn’t be worse. “No thanks, Chase,” I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, “Can we both get refills?” “Oh, actually…” I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudson’s phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I’m staring at the picture, the phone rings again—the same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But there’s no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way… There’s a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they both— Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chase’s shirt, the other down Chase’s pants. He’s kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chase’s eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudson’s pants—whispering my boyfriend’s name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes over—masking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. “Are you kidding me!?” I’m not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. “Brooklyn— I—” Hudson’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Brooklyn!” Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, I’m reminded of his strength now. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing… It’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve—” He scrubs a hand over his face. “You know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. This…me and Chase… It’s complicated.” “So, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?” He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. “I don’t want your money.” Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. “I’ll keep your secret, and you don’t need to pay me off. I just don’t want to see you again.” Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldn’t have gone any worse. No wonder I’m still a virgin…my instincts were so off that I’ve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. * Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly tense about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. He’s not just a formidable wolf; he’s a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he’ll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. So…I’m up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and I’m surprised. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me I’ve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolf’s heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today—on my boyfriend’s phone. And I’ve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriend’s face. Hudson isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. I’m surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young woman—twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her—those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists weren’t bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow—ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her… What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with them—of what I could make them do to me. There’s a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. “Um,” she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Brooklyn Knox? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They don’t call me a monster for nothing. “Hello, Brooklyn,” I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. “Where do we begin?”Brooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. He’s all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up… I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudson’s father—mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. That’s why Hudson has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs—especially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I can’t imagine being Hudson…having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My body’s response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legs…there’s no way he doesn’t smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way I’m feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. “So.” I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. You’ve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name and place of birth?” I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. “I believe,” Kenwood says slowly, “that you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldness—he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shards…and some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. 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He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations—” “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. “Here. If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. I’m terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then— Oh my goddess— Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Chamomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. “So fresh and clean…untainted by the scent of another wolf.” Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “You must be a virgin.” My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. “So innocent, so pure…” His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. “Two of my favorite things to destroy.” Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. “Hands off!” he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine.” I rub my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt, just…shocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn’t an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, I’m grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see—” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt’s the perfect length to—” “Please, Mr. Kenwood,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. “I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” Kenwood’s response is to laugh at me. “Darling,” he says, leaning forward again. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried.” I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena’s temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. “Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.” “Mr. Kenwood,” I bite out, “if you aren’t interested in cooperating with me, I’d rather not waste my time. I’ll just let the guard know you’re being combative.” I stand up with bravado I don’t feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Aden’s demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who’s been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I can’t look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor—anywhere but at him. “You looked away first.” He studies me. “Didn’t your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you’d have died by my hand—or my wolf’s teeth. Pitiful.” Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once. I’m enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But also—god dammit—I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. He’s laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doc…” his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing “Aden Kenwood” into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King—or just “the Wolf King” sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another… God, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines… I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I’m seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. “Whatcha looking at?” my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I squeal, snatching at it. “Jolie, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.” She nods appreciatively. “Who is this?” “Aden Kenwood,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He was…unnerving.” Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,” she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she’s not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism…I’m showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry’s. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. It’s a strange feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of “her” clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. “You having fun, baby Brooklyn?” She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. “Though I’m curious…where does…all the oth—" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolie’s gaze. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little—he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. “Davis!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Jolie,” he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Brooklyn?” She gestures towards me with a big smile. “Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Davis’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress I’m wearing. I wasn’t uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. We’re not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. “Come on. We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.” I give her a little smile and nod, even though I’m not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are from…whatever she took… Jolie follows Davis into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. There’s Davis, but where’s my sister? Davis’s eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word “shit,” and then he walks over to me. “Jolie’s sister, right?” “Yes. Where is she?” “She got sick. She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters don’t just get “get sick.” I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says. “She won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit—a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. “Wait here for a bit,” Davis says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that it’s laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some… Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. 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2,703,781	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	📚💞《Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers》ALL chapters for Free！😍💕	😍When I was 14, Mom found her Second Chance. I’ve gained four protective big stepbrothers! But I don’t know they are all my Mates and they know it but keep it from me because of my young age... ---Chapter 1 Answers Finding your Mate is the best thing for a Lycan or a Werewolf, but finding her when she is not of age, yet.... Four Brothers find their Mate on the Harvest Moon. None of them mention it, she is too young. None of them know they share a Mate. How will they cope with her so close by..... What will happen when they find out the truth... *** Daniel’s P.O.V. I walk into the conference room to see everyone waiting for me, I sit down at the head of the table and take the time to look at my Sonfs before I divert my attention to the other people in the room. “The Council has asked me to pay a visit to a Pack that has requested help. Two of their neighboring Packs are at odds with one another and even though the Pack has remained neutral a few days ago a fight came within their borders.” I hear my Sons growl at my words and I see my Gamma rolling his eyes at the sounds. “No fatalities, but the Council wants me to put a stop to the quarrel. Just to make sure this doesn’t get out of hand.” I tell Brent and Gabe that they will come with me and they nod their acknowledgement of my demand. They have been with me as long as I have been alive, growing up together as their Fathers were my Father’s Beta and Gamma. I leave my Sons in charge during my absence and no one doubts my decision, everyone knows that my Sons can handle the Pack. They have done so for years and it makes it a little easier to travel at request of the Council. Traveling around also means I might be able to find a second chance Mate, something I had not wanted for a long time after losing my first Mate. From the moment we met I had known that we would not have forever. “Dad, where did you go?” Justin asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and see that it is just the five of us, I know exactly why Brent and Gabe left as I had requested them to do so before the meeting. “The four of you have asked me the same two questions over the years and I was never ready to give an answer to those particular questions. Both questions are linked when it comes to answering them. After we lost your Mother we didn’t want a second chance and for that reason we stayed in the Pack’s territory, knowing that we wouldn’t find her here. This changed about five years ago, when I saw an old friend of mine again. He had also lost his first Mate and like me he didn’t want a second chance Mate, but he found her when she accidentally walked on to his territory. He showed me what I was missing in my life, especially if I decide to step down as Alpha. Joshua and I decided after that day that we would start looking for her and let the four of you take more responsibilities when it comes to the Pack. That is the main reason for me to help out the Council if they ask for my help.” I look at my Sons and they all have smiles on their faces, happy that I finally came to my senses. “What is the other question, Dad?” Jayce asks and I know this will be a harder one to answer. “When I met your Mother, the first thing she said to me was “I don’t know how much time we have together” and for a moment I didn’t know what to say to her. I had just met her and she was already talking about leaving me. Your Mother was born with a heart defect and not a single Doctor was able to help her. Every day she lived was a day on borrowed time and your Grandparents were happy with every day they could spend with her.” I let my Sons think about that for a moment before I continue with my story “Your Grandparents were so grateful that she found her Mate and for a few hours we hoped that with us marking each other her problems were solved. But it didn’t turn out that way and your Mother told me to reject her as she was afraid she couldn’t make me happy. Joshua and I told her that she was our Mate until the day she would die and that we would count our blessings for every day we had together. When she found out she was pregnant with you, Jayce, she panicked and for a few moments I was afraid I would lose her right then and there. It happened with every pregnancy and every time she made it through the pregnancy. Only for her to worry every single day that she wouldn’t be able to see all of you grow up, but she did manage to see you all grow up. The only thing she regretted in the end was that she would never meet your Mates or your children. She wanted you to know one thing, thou. She wouldn’t change anything even if it meant she could have spent more time with me. She loved each of you so much and I know she would be proud of the men the four of you have become.” I look at my Sons with tears in my eyes and even though they are all grown up I hear them sobbing. I hug my Sons one by one and I know they will cherish their Mates even more, when they finally find them. Jason helps me pack a suitcase for my visit and when he puts in some regular clothes I look at him questioningly. “Just in case, Dad.” He says as he looks at me with a huge grin on his face. My Sons are all very different in character and I hope they will find the women that will balance them, just as their Mother had been my balance. “Dad, I really hope that you will find her.” Jason whispers as he puts his hand on my shoulder. We are able to find our Mate after we turn eighteen, but only during the Harvest Moon and that is only once a year. Unlike my Sons I don’t have to wait for the Harvest Moon, I will be able to find my Mate on every day of the week. That is the benefit of having lost your first Mate, not that I like that I lost my first Mate. My second chance Mate will be able to find me, even if I am her first Mate. The Council is still trying to figure out why it works this way, but so far they have been unable to find the answers. Jax pulls me from my thoughts as he asks me when I will be leaving. “In the morning, so I can at least get a good night sleep. I just hope it won’t take me too long to resolve this. I want to be home for the Harvest Moon festival. Who knows, maybe you guys get lucky this year.” I answer him. My Sons all roll their eyes at me and I know that they doubt finding her any time soon. Gabe and Brent chuckle, because they know why my Sons are not fans of the festival and truth be told I can’t blame them. Gabe and Brent haven’t found their Mate either, but they seem content with things the way they are. They have been traveling around during the Harvest Moon for two reasons. For one to find their Mate and for the second, they want to know which Packs are not against same gender relationships. Yeah, both my Beta and Gamma are gay and I couldn't care less about it, they are my friends. So, every year they each pick a Pack to travel to and if it is a good Pack, the other will travel there the year after. So far there have been a handful of Packs that don’t like same gender Mates, but for the most part they have been welcomed with open arms. Because we are going away on Council business, they decided to spend this year at home and travel to the Packs they chose next year. They said they didn’t mind waiting another year. Chapter 2 The Lycan Alpha Hunter’s P.O.V. Mom told me to come straight home from school and I know why she is so adamant about it. Our neighbors to the west and south of our territory are at odds with one another. With school positioned near both borders, she is afraid something might happen to me. It has been going on for weeks now and no one knows how or when this will end. Our Alpha has remained neutral during it all, but two weeks ago their fighting had crossed our borders. Luckily no one got killed and only two Warriors had gotten injured , but it had been the reason for our Alpha to contact the Council. Tomorrow, the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be arriving and we all hoped that he would be able to put a stop to this argument between those Packs. “Mom, I’m home.” I shout as I open the door of our cottage. I hear noises coming from the kitchen and a smile crosses my face, because that means Mom is making preparations for dinner. “Hello, Pumpkin. How was school?” She asks as she looks over her shoulder. After I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, I kiss her on the cheek and sit down at the kitchen island. I tell her how my day went and I ask her about her day. As the Pack-Doctor she is always busy and I enjoy the time we get to spend together. She tells me about the new Pack-members our Alpha had welcomed in about a month ago and one of them is also a Doctor. We both know that it means more time for us to spend together and I hope it means we can do some traveling. Maybe Mom will be able to find her Mate, she deserves to be happy and I know her Mate will take care of that for her. I never knew my Father, he died before I was born and from the stories I heard he was a rogue. Mom had met him after she had turned eighteen and he had tricked her. She had never met a Lycan in her life and she had believed every word he told her. He had told her that she wouldn’t feel the bond the way Werewolves do, because he was a Lycan. He told her that his Lycan knew that she was his Mate and that she would feel tingles, but not the pull as between Werewolves. What Mom had not known was that he had spiked her drink and the drugs had made her feel the tingles. When she woke in the morning, they had been mated and marked and that is when she found out that he had tricked her. The Council had been hunting my Father, because my Mother was not his first victim. Her Alpha had banished her from the Pack, her parents had disowned her and the Council had found her a new Pack that took her in. A few weeks after the Council put my Father to death, she found out she was pregnant. She never regretted having me and I know that she loves me whole heartedly. We both just hope that her Mate will understand, if she ever finds him. “Mom, did you hear about the Alpha that is coming here?” I ask her and she nods her head, but she says nothing. I can feel that she is not at ease, that she is anxious about meeting a Lycan again. I get off my seat, walk over to her and hug her as I say, “It will be fine, Mom.” During dinner we talk about traveling, about my education and about Mates. We talk about everything we can think of and soon we realize that it is near midnight. It is a good thing tomorrow is a Saturday or Mom would be flipping out. Aspen’s P.O.V. I almost cut myself, when Hunter asked me about the Lycans that will be staying here for the next few days. When I was informed that the Council was sending an Alpha to help solve the trouble, I was grateful for the help they were sending. That was until I had looked at my Alpha and I knew I wouldn’t like the rest of his story. When he told me that the Alpha of the largest Lycan Pack would be coming, I almost ran from the room. Alpha Malcolm knows my history with Lycans and he felt obligated to inform me personally. He asked me to be present when the Lycans arrived and for a moment I had wanted to scream, but I had just nodded my head. Right now I want to run for the woods as two black SUV's are approaching the Pack-house. Malcolm puts his hand on my lower back and whispers “You will be fine, Aspen. We have your back.” I look at Malcolm as the doors of the SUV’s open and suddenly I hear a vicious growl, while I smell the most enticing scent ever. My head snaps towards the cars and I know that I have just found my Mate. Even though Malcolm knows what is going on, he steps in front of me and so do his Beta and Gamma. My Mate growls even louder and I start to fear for my Alpha and his men. “You might want to calm down a bit, Bad Boy.” I hear Hunter say and I see that she is standing in front of my Mate. He looks at her and my heart rate is picking up its pace. “Your kind has caused her enough pain, so back off.” Hunter growls, I have never seen my Daughter act like this and I fear of what he might do to her. To everyone’s surprise he puts his hands up and takes a step back. “I would like to talk to my Mate, if you don’t mind.” He says as he is looking at me and I hear Hunter whisper “Mom.” I hear my Mate growl and I see the disappointment in his eyes. But Hunter wouldn’t be Hunter if she didn’t see it as well. “Alpha Daniel, you might want to listen to my Mother’s story before you judge her.” Despite being scared I smile at my Daughter’s words, I ask Alpha Malcolm if we can use his office and he just nods his head. “Hunter, you might as well join us. If you don’t mind, Alpha Daniel?” He follows us as we walk into the Pack-house and Hunter grabs my hand to calm my nerves down. My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty and my hands are shaking as I open the door to the office. Hunter slumps down in an armchair as I make my way over to the window, once I know that the door is closed and once my Mate has taken a seat I start telling him my story. As I am talking I can feel him getting up and walking closer, I feel more anxious the closer he gets and I start to lose track of where I am in telling him the truth. The moment he touches me, I stop talking and Hunter finishes my story. “I am sorry.” I whisper. I fear that he will reject me and I can’t blame him if he does. “You were not at fault. He was and he paid the price for it. I am sorry that he fooled you and what your Family did to you. I promise that I will take care of you and your Daughter. I will not turn my back on you, you are my Mate and I will never let you go.” He says as he pulls me in to his arms. I lean my head against his shoulder and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. He starts to nuzzle my neck and a moan escapes my lips. “Okay, that is my cue to get out of here.” Hunter says as she jumps up and heads for the door. My Mate chuckles as I turn beet-red, because for a moment I forgot that she was in the room with us. Chapter 3 Beating the Gamma Daniel’s P.O.V. The moment I open the door, I smell the most delectable smell I have ever smelled and I know that I have found my second chance. Seeing another man touching what is mine, makes me growl. When I see the three men stepping in front of my Mate, my Lycan really loses his temper and growls even louder. When I hear the young girl speak, I wonder why she is talking so disrespectfully at an Alpha. Until I hear the girl speak again, that is when I know something else happened to my Mate and I really go ballistic. My Lycan loses it when we hear the girl refer to our Mate as Mom, because I realize that my Mate either didn’t wait for me or I am her second chance as well. As Mother and Daughter explain their history, I have to restrain my Lycan from pushing forward. I want my Mate to know that I accept her, no matter what. My Mate turns beet-red at Hunter’s words and I know that she will be a handful. “Alpha, what about the girl?” One of my men links me and I link Gabe to keep an eye on her. “I am at a disadvantage here. You know my name, thanks to your Daughter, but I don’t know yours.” I say as I turn her around. “My name is Aspen.” She says and I can drown in her beautiful deep-brown eyes. I pull her closer against my body, and that is when someone clears their throat. “Sorry to interrupt, Alpha. The girl is not too happy with Gabe watching her.” Brent says and I hear my Mate giggle. Ugh, I love that sound and I will make sure I hear it again and again. “You think that is funny, Beautiful?” I ask her and with a smile on her face she looks up at me, nodding her head. “This is Brent, my Beta. Gabe is my Gamma and he will keep an eye on her, whether she likes it or not.” I say and my Mate bursts out laughing. “I wish him luck.” She says as she is still laughing and Brent and I both stare at Aspen. “Hunter is fourteen and as stubborn and strong-headed as can be. Alpha Malcolm started her training when she was eleven and she out does his best Warriors.” “Alpha, you better get out here.” A Warrior links me and I guess we are going to find out if this has anything to do with Hunter. I grab Aspen’s hand and walk out of the Pack-house. I don’t know if I should be furious or that I should laugh my head off and I opt for the latter as I see Gabe face down with Hunter’s boot in his neck. Aspen and Brent join me as Gabe is still trying to get from under her foot. “Hunter, can you please release my Gamma?” I ask her out of breath. She looks at me and says “This is your Gamma? Maybe you should replace him if he can’t handle a fourteen year old.” Gabe is gawking as the words sink in. She steps away from Gabe and offers him her hand, but Gabe is too busy staring at her. She shrugs her shoulders and walks away, yelling over her shoulder “See you later, Mom.” Gabe finally comes to his senses and gets to his feet, still staring after Hunter. “Alpha, who is that girl?” He asks and I introduce him to Aspen. “I will explain their story later, but Hunter is Aspen’s Daughter.” I see a dumbfounded look on his face and am surprised by his remark “But you’re a Werewolf.” She nods her head, but she doesn’t say anything else. “How old was she?” Is all I ask because I know that Aspen will understand my question. Aspen looks up at me and says, “She was eleven and I am glad that I read up on Lycan shifting or I wouldn’t have known what to do.” My men gasp, because it is very unusual for a Lycan to come out at such a young age. I ask her about Hunter’s training and it turns out that Alpha Malcolm had done some reading up on that topic. Alpha Malcolm lets us know that our rooms are ready, but I already know that I will not be sleeping alone tonight. The only question is where will I be sleeping tonight. “Sorry, but duty calls.” Aspen says. “I am needed at the infirmary and I think you are needed at the south border.” I look at Malcolm and he nods his head. “Fine, but one of my men will be staying with you.” I say and she can tell that I won’t budge on that topic. She shrugs her shoulders and walks off after she gives me a kiss on my cheek. I send Victor with her and he follows her quickly. Victor links me that everything is under control at the infirmary, so Aspen is going home. Knowing that I will be occupied for a while longer, I tell him to go with her. Almost two hours later, things have settled at the south border and I can’t wait to see my Mate. I ask Malcolm on which floor of the Pack-house Aspen lives and he tells me that they live in a cottage, not far from the school. So, I ask if he can show me where Aspen lives as we are on our way to the Pack-house and he points behind us. “Down that dirt-road.” Is all I get out of him. I turn on my heels and quickly find the road he mentioned. I can smell her and my Lycan is going frantic, he wants me to hurry up. I start to walk faster, because like my Lycan I want to be with my Mate. At the front-door I hesitate, but then I open it and shout “Honey, I’m home.” I walk into the kitchen, just in time to see Hunter spitting out whatever she had in her mouth and she almost falls of her chair from laughter. Luckily, I am fast enough to catch her and as I put her back on the chair I say “Take it easy, girl. You could have hurt yourself.” I see tears forming in her eyes and I pull her into my arms, telling her that I am sorry if I startled her. She shakes her head against my chest and I pull back to look at her. “You didn’t startle me; it is just that it has always just been me and Mom. No one else that cared for me, no one else that was there to catch me if I needed it.” “Hunter, I will always catch you. I will always be there if you need me, don’t ever doubt that.” And I know that I have to tell them about my history. “I was once lucky enough to find my fated Mate, but I lost her many years ago. She left me behind with four grown Sons, when she died. After decades of being alone, I started hoping that I would find a second chance and with your Mother I did. We all have a past, whether it is years old or decades old.” Aspen has put her arm around my waist and Hunter has put her hand against my cheek. For the first time since I lost my first Mate, I feel whole again and I tell them both that. Hunter’s P.O.V. Daniel tells about his first Mate and his Sons during dinner and I can’t wait to meet them. No longer an only child and Daniel’s jaw drops when I say those words out loud. “Well, you’re stuck with me now, Dad.” I say teasingly and he reaches over the table to mess up my hair. Mom laughs at our antics and I don’t think I have ever seen her this happy. 👉To continue reading the story for free, download the app and search📚《Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers》. 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2,703,599	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Chỉ còn 20 suất học miễn phí cuối cùng	SPA Ế ẨM, DOANH THU GIẢM – ĐÂY LÀ LỐI THOÁT CHO BẠN! 🚨 💔 Khách ngày càng ít, doanh thu không đủ chi phí vận hành? 💔 Cạnh tranh ngày càng cao, giảm giá hoài nhưng vẫn không có khách? 💔 Bạn mệt mỏi, loay hoay tìm hướng đi nhưng chưa có giải pháp? 👉 PLASMA LIFT – Dịch vụ đang bùng nổ tại Mỹ giúp nhiều spa thoát khỏi tình trạng ế ẩm! ✅ Không xâm lấn – Hiệu quả cao – Giá thành tốt – KHÁCH HÀNG YÊU THÍCH! ✅ Lợi nhuận cao hơn hẳn so với dịch vụ facial, nails hay phun xăm. 💡 Giải pháp MIỄN PHÍ dành cho bạn! 🔥 Chỉ 50 suất duy nhất tham gia khóa học PLASMA LIFT HOÀN TOÀN MIỄN PHÍ! 📅 2 buổi học qua Zoom – Học xong là có thể triển khai ngay. ⏳ Cơ hội chỉ đến 1 lần – Đừng để spa của bạn bị tụt lại! 📩 Comment "PLASMA" ngay để nhận link đăng ký! #PlasmaLift #KinhDoanhLamDep #TangDoanhThuSpa #KhoaHocMienPhi	MESSAGE_PAGE		Hannah Nguyen Trainer	https://www.facebook.com/61550836967234/	608	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481809225_666843882464418_4565900856759682956_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=N9ItWzdlKDYQ7kNvgF8cEA3&_nc_oc=AdigKXIHSKd12w6kr2oLyu-nKEASJa3keJHeHweoAnHBefL4Igoc7UjdvUCjMPxaE6aO3lChI11hsTJ2r_iAVJJF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=Ax8fru0h4jeFreUGKejMTLM&oh=00_AYCYZk1f1n6LuYWfGOBLGOUN7c2GhGNcMcgMB3_JNtMeyw&oe=67C5DC64	PERSON_PROFILE	Hannah Nguyen Trainer	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,048	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	✌️ CHỈ 5 TRIỆU 📍 Hút mỡ - Tạo hình - Siết eo - Tạo cơ trực tiếp Bs Sang thực hiện	✌️ CHỈ 5 TRIỆU 📍 Hút mỡ - Tạo hình - Siết eo - Tạo cơ trực tiếp Bs Sang thực hiện Những riêng biệt trong tạo hình body của Bs Sang: - Siết eo tối đa - Tạo hình cơ theo yêu cầu - Điêu khắc body Nam Mỹ - Định hình body ngay sau thực hiện - Không đau - Không sẹo - Không nghỉ dưỡng - Nâng cấp vòng 1 quyến rũ, mềm mại, tự nhiên - Mông trái đào căng mẩy, nở nang, duy trì lâu dài 🌟 Bên cạnh đó, Bs Sang cũng sở hữu hệ thống công nghệ đỉnh cao đồng bộ trong tạo hình body: - Update công nghệ hút mỡ đỉnh cao Vaser Lipo Pro 2023 - J Plasma - Co da tối đa sau hút mỡ - Hệ thống cấy mỡ khép kín - Hệ thống kiểm soát thân nhiệt - Công nghệ Plasma lạnh - Tối ưu hóa lành thương - Ngăn ngừa sẹo - Máy massage RF	MESSAGE_PAGE		Bác sĩ Huỳnh Thanh Sang	https://www.facebook.com/100069753343619/	14,603	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481214834_1684067712201216_1349754286068771602_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rXoQ5LzanB4Q7kNvgGd0HBz&_nc_oc=AdjqrE3Zc9sbds2L-8yiqTSwEi4eMK4xIFFVBISgMHmZLW-E7tJnaN8YCS5WrZMU45J0G7lYty7HtNs0teyFYrWk&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AkUqdlmjYuOPoWPsjrTnSRc&oh=00_AYAsqTi-_8TOOfFWXe2vhuflozA8k6f09UIyQjspatnzWg&oe=67C5E5AE	PERSON_PROFILE	Bác sĩ Huỳnh Thanh Sang	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,270	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703267}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	LIVE NOW		SHOP_NOW	https://www.gumtreegolfandnature.com/shop/ny-colle	Gumtree Golf & Nature Club	https://www.facebook.com/gumtreegolfandnature/	42	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	gumtreegolfandnature.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.gumtreegolfandnature.com/shop/ny-collection	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481206478_1364792254682994_3578283359029452631_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qctS5CGDX8AQ7kNvgHeN47E&_nc_oc=Adhr60gFm-Kttyg0JQSK9EgX02j8QOi1_9L58NQQIZQVwgJZoXVgctAR3F8eCy0Oow1P4ByoeTRa_JljM_Bzc5DQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AzgNUeOKDYxN4dJB_ESplIt&oh=00_AYCGrfyEW9Ogj7uwUXhyBF-vE8xVmK-VL5_z3k-kWpnunQ&oe=67C5F9F0	PERSON_PROFILE	Gumtree Golf & Nature Club	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,704,002	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		If you're seeing this, take it as your sign to book a trip to Savannah! We made it easier for you with this checklist of must-do's: ✔️ Stroll along the azalea-lined paths at Bonaventure Cemetery while marveling at the stunning sculptures and historic headstones. ✔️ Bike around Forsyth Park and the rest of Savannah's Historic District, the main hub of city's downtown. ✔️ Breathe in the salt air and bask in the sound of waves while hiking the McQueen's Island Trail Beyond these, Savannah's outdoors can be explored through guided ghost tours, boat tours, and even a golf cart tour! Whether you're walking, biking, or hiking, Savannah's got more ways to explore than it has squares (and that's saying something)! Discover it now: https://zurl.co/4x9q #VisitSavannah #GaySavannah	NO_BUTTON		Travel Gay	https://www.facebook.com/travelgay/	45,012	1969-12-31 18:00	No button		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480550891_1200005198139470_3384000451718105429_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Bjpl-aMofYYQ7kNvgFuYMzA&_nc_oc=AdhggsGZH9syESyOoLmnptFy8QVX9Y8y-LCdgVvBzG28nv7Y61cg8Wd72a6SyAivlLlQMOd9ROdohkN6aoEkw0xY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=A076IDaY_WFEfcSg6P1a2DL&oh=00_AYCavZxkdDO2UlkBN5QGFgMwEqA4njHO13AkQHj3_LZmpA&oe=67C5F96D	PERSON_PROFILE	Travel Gay	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,790	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702786}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Знаменитые хиты Джо Дассена оживают на сцене!	“SALUT!” Знаменитые хиты ДЖО ДАССЕНА в исполнении ДЖУЛИАНА ДАССЕНА 💫 Сиэтл, Edmonds Center For the Arts, 20 мая в 20:00 Погрузитесь в мир, где музыка Джо Дассена оживает вновь, благодаря его сыну, Джулиану. Каждый аккорд — это воспоминание, каждая песня — это любовь, переданная через поколения. “Et Si Tu N’Existais Pas,” “Champs-Elysees,” “A Toi,” “Salut!” — эти песни навсегда останутся в наших сердцах. 🎟️ Присоединяйтесь к нам в этот вечер, полный музыки и воспоминаний. Билеты уже в продаже.	LEARN_MORE	https://cherryorchardfestival.org/2025_dassin	Cherry Orchard Festival	https://www.facebook.com/cherryorchardfest/	5,639	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	cherryorchardfestival.org	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://cherryorchardfestival.org/2025_dassin	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481298954_984103820480595_6384256979061789928_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Z6X1gePDtKYQ7kNvgFWlZIH&_nc_oc=AdiXkQmoHFMV0VpRuorvsh_eFxnk24R9inek3EZU1DG33JP96PimHYj4v2fzBsbQ3Ahfalz7FRTnYBs6Jbp0t8ui&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AjiZdy0N-h5dyVLgjnOUYnS&oh=00_AYAoLP2LdN-2YQ3NU4ojq7GgABcqmIqXkvjfT4t6hJvCCg&oe=67C5CE0D	PERSON_PROFILE	Cherry Orchard Festival	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,905	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702903}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	GoQueer: Your Passport to Adventures	Discover the hottest gay travel destinations with the travel newsletter for gays—by gays. Delivered to your inbox free every week.	SUBSCRIBE	https://www.goqueer.com/subscribe	GoQueer	https://www.facebook.com/goqueer.official/	2,462	1969-12-31 18:00	Subscribe	goqueer.com	DCO	Subscribe for Free	https://www.goqueer.com/subscribe	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480815456_911687294202001_6389371497601490636_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UffRZLu3XLgQ7kNvgFLYogD&_nc_oc=AdgqL61hzrsPM2QeNDuDdbdf_LEEo_PeUwrU6TtFmMINElS_8DXPjlcMaGzsJ4crjpxZpmBIER0cbiuVncIflQZN&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AVjXrSHjM-lrOrWXo9xcBkP&oh=00_AYAtV8GhqHg1zr1L-h1GwqKZVzzDXM8j8llfBhz9k7C-9A&oe=67C5DE46	PERSON_PROFILE	GoQueer	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,778	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		El tráiler de la nueva comedia mexicana #QuéHuevosSofía ¡ya llegó! 😂🎬 Y mis amigos @gyoromoo @iamyanetgarcia @torpecillo y @carlossantos.mx te invitan a disfrutarlo. 👌✨ @cinepolisdistribucion	WATCH_MORE	https://cinepolis.com/pelicula/que-huevos-sofia	Cinépolis	https://www.facebook.com/cinepolisonline/	18,992,458	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	cinepolis.com	VIDEO		https://cinepolis.com/pelicula/que-huevos-sofia	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481470513_2178086239307668_2552753721442221219_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RS8QblCEHz4Q7kNvgG22grD&_nc_oc=AdhTfAl2x-IpaW0Ioh6It4LAX7hcyBFYocqtM6jx6D-vpGIV7u9YSvGwgCBnOoUcOgY22HB0sT6WdcvZSJvCdVSc&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AP0eLEUTnArYkmEnmVfQjdJ&oh=00_AYD7ovaBuW1yGSR-x_ncbZ_s4ySd8-Fo0Yods3wk15_11w&oe=67C5FC8C	PERSON_PROFILE	Cinépolis	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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