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Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Page Is Profile Page	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,703,828	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		Psychic Readings & Love Readings , Are On Sale For ($25.00 USD) All I Need Is Your Name, & Date Of Birth, To Connect With Your Spiritual Energy, Which Allows Me To Reveal, Your Past, Present, & Future. I Help With All Matters In Life. such as • Love & Relationships • Career • Business & Finance • Infidelity • Family & Friends etc. I Can Answer All Of You’re Burning Questions! Wanna Know How He/She Feels About You? Is He/She Faithful To Me? Where Is This Relationship Going? Where Is My Career Headed Will I Get A Promotion? What Does The Year 2022 Have In Store For Me? DM ME NOW. I CAN ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS #love #career #marriage #family #friends #inlove #heartbroken #single #taken #sex #gay #weed #lust #divorce #affair #cheating #cheater #infidelity #mistress #sidechick #girlfriend #boyfriend #relationshipgoals #happy #sad #life #pregnant #sunday #sex #paypal	INSTAGRAM_MESSAGE	http://instagram.com/psychic_nina111	psychic_nina111	https://www.instagram.com/_u/psychic_nina111	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message	Opens Instagram	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/psychic_nina111	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/313716766_1112088039455334_7296255498462049252_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=LaX1JF12fG8Q7kNvgHApaYu&_nc_oc=AdjXjx4Ttnt_fgGGsQ5eAYmk_Nt0x8ajA1KqGrpcbN41nkM5GFoh-qYxmZDy4uL1eg3SrlfB85AUDxvUAKK70Ywb&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDUjm1-i-_QDlxX6ZieO8fVHOlAYwV848dEuNl6xAYy5A&oe=67C60941	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	psychic_nina111	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,460	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	☎ 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝟔𝟖𝟐-𝟐𝟏𝟑-𝟗𝟔𝟎𝟑	Combo Xóa Nám, Tàn Nhang - Căng Bóng, Trẻ Hóa Làn Da Cho Chị Em Việt Kiều ❤ ☎ 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝟔𝟖𝟐-𝟐𝟏𝟑-𝟗𝟔𝟎𝟑 - Gọi ngay để nhận ưu đãi 20% + Tặng 1 sản phẩm đi kèm. --------------- Ayana nhập khẩu từ Hàn Quốc giành riêng cho chị em châu Á tại Hoa Kỳ: 👉 Nám, Tàn Nhang, Đồi Mồi 👉 Da Không Đều Màu 👉 Nhăn Nheo, Chảy Xệ.... Dùng ngay Ayana được triết xuất từ tự nhiên: 👉 Không gây kích ứng. 👉 Sản phẩm chính hãng 👉 Được tập đoàn Samsung bảo hộ chất lượng. ---------------- Để lại Số Phone ngay để nhận ưu đãi nhé các chị yêu ❤	MESSAGE_PAGE		Ayana Hàn Quốc - Xua Tan Nám, Tàn Nhang, Đồi Mồi	https://www.facebook.com/61564679144827/	1,018	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480894133_2335636883478330_5819800075381970573_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=a8J4SNjEHdcQ7kNvgGI7yiC&_nc_oc=AdhEb0dn5SH-V4kciVlxOuFj8zSFgv4vTr6SMS5r8102ErbbbSQPXbx0zFNlk9RBuuoyPZnv_EtBk1pUduZ91aDY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYCav1Rwg9zNFKBJE4Lss12Se0TgGCQbU34PZNkgiGS9cg&oe=67C5E985	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Ayana Hàn Quốc - Xua Tan Nám, Tàn Nhang, Đồi Mồi	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,322	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703318}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Clothing that is you AF 🌈	Step into a world where fashion knows no boundaries. Explore our androgynous collection and celebrate a style that’s truly yours. 💛🦊	SHOP_NOW	https://androgynousfox.com/products/hoodies-are-ga	Androgynous Fox	https://www.facebook.com/androgynousfox/	7,202	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	androgynousfox.com	DCO	Be True to Yourself	https://androgynousfox.com/products/hoodies-are-gay-zip-up-hoodie?utm_source={{site_source_name}}&utm_medium=paid_social&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481956555_4052217811773794_6551579516661691900_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DfjqLlf4OmMQ7kNvgHKZqCR&_nc_oc=Adg7yfjB2kFnV7TeyTFqP6HYYW9gQbgZx28qy5JiJ9nYCdUBxyrK3WgfLDS7wr-TWz2EgpJT43dViYSEAwflIr_Y&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AVXFo7hgs_R-ECwedL43_Ss&oh=00_AYC4fqNBXGD-7hywGND90QuUzI0cE9eZFQf34uPDflNcLg&oe=67C5EE29	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Androgynous Fox	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,960	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		This Friday bring or meet your valentine at DenLA! Open bar as always! #DJ #EDM #vocalhouse #deephouse #gayDJs #gaydj #denlapresents #weho #ladj #gayweho #gayla #gay #djlife #nightlife #britishdj #djeurosteve #housemusic #gaybears #gayclub #gaydance #instahomo #instagay #gayink #gaybar #dancefloor #n2nbodywearofficial	LEARN_MORE	https://lnk.bio/djeurosteve	DJ eur-O-steve	https://www.facebook.com/djeurosteve/	18,463	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	lnk.bio	IMAGE		https://lnk.bio/djeurosteve	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480736607_1162433058674534_4617311401875529601_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=y9g0PncfM9AQ7kNvgF0xuMH&_nc_oc=AdhBpaOVAEgKVQB0tK9_YMYGcdfCu_a1I81OkbRcA_qRJxw0PfuONJ_1d5SJVdUOd5Q3NvddF-WPpRqvbHucXeub&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AWknrhCDckN5p1kzQo2iMSy&oh=00_AYAxfhF4hmULrXfovbKVu-e8LQc57S3aepl0xFdufZPKhQ&oe=67C5D15C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DJ eur-O-steve	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,161	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Nhận ngay báo giá 👉	H.ết Đau thần kinh tọa, đau lưng, đau cổ vai gáy thoát vị đĩa đệm, vẹo cột sống.... Điều trị tận.gốc TẠI NHÀ - KHÔNG TỐN KÉM ✅Áp dụng 𝟮 𝗹𝗮̂̀𝗻/𝗻𝗴𝗮̀𝘆 và các triệu chứng sẽ biến mất chỉ sau 3 tuần ! - Đau Nhức X.ương K.hớp Không Còn Là Nỗi Lo - 10 năm 20 năm cũng hết - Thành Phần tự Nhiên Nuôi Dưỡng Khớp - Phù Hợp Mọi Lứa Tuổi - Là Sản Phẩm Bán Chạy Nhất 2024 ở Nhật Bản 🌟Được phát minh bởi chuyên gia Nhật Bản và được 15.000 bệnh nhân đau lưng tin dùng. 📣【Đừng tập thể dục nếu bị đau lưng lâu dài】 GEL LẠNH NHẬT BẢN ĐÃ VỀ 1000 tuýp CHO KHÁCH HÀNG Mua 3 tặng 2, 𝒎𝒖𝒂 𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒚 hôm nay để nhận ưu đãi 𝐓𝐚̣̆𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝟏 𝐭𝐡𝐚̉𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚̂𝐧 𝐤𝐡𝐢 đ𝐚̣̆𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐚 trong tháng này!!! -------------------------- -🚀🚀🚀Ship hàng các tiểu bang 𝑯𝒐𝒂 𝑲𝒚̀ từ 3-7 ngày nhận hàng -☎️Hotline : (+1)585 568 4587	MESSAGE_PAGE		Giải Pháp Điều Trị Cơ Xương Khớp Hiệu Quả Chuyên Sâu Nhật Bản	https://www.facebook.com/61573193322057/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480833612_1213113803710934_2488123438113138833_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=WngTpS96ZP0Q7kNvgGqOddY&_nc_oc=AdgEKqgC-bsKzDjVC9PUjTb23ZoB7-yUKrHFUVff5wl6HWNaquSlL04r0yJi45y4aaGrbV7MmS_gKydAcaSx78tm&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A-b9MHoGolUPDuaLdwFuoap&oh=00_AYBg90vrIksmh8BS4hYX7LgqH7jhV9lslg_GjtMJb064Cw&oe=67C5D681	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Giải Pháp Điều Trị Cơ Xương Khớp Hiệu Quả Chuyên Sâu Nhật Bản	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,802	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Join us at an upcoming meeting!	Do you depend on public transportation? Help us identify your transit needs at one of our upcoming meetings.	LEARN_MORE	http://accessnorthtexas.org/	NCTCOG Transportation Department	https://www.facebook.com/NCTCOGtrans/	3,261	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	accessnorthtexas.org	DCO	Access North Texas	http://accessnorthtexas.org/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481977020_475366655513783_4141564414107049338_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UxVftY5JTygQ7kNvgEoleHM&_nc_oc=AdgdNGwLm97TD7zzJBiAne-O68_4XZWmQ5TA---XGPKYB9-VWv-ZmLbr1wbEyb5iB10HLyIV-hVZ8CA63bHYt11F&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-3.xx&_nc_gid=AjiZdy0N-h5dyVLgjnOUYnS&oh=00_AYBAGqqzXv7Tv-vXsZJHrLZhMXTORs2A9tiaiQoTwI0yLQ&oe=67C5FE5D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	NCTCOG Transportation Department	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,080	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🎁Mua 1 Thùng Nhận Giá Sỉ - Nhận Ưu Đãi Từ NSND Bạch Tuyết🎁	🎁Cùng Gluzabet Trọn Vẹn Xuân 2025 ❤️Đón tết đoàn viên bên Gia Đình❤️ GIẢM GIÁ LÊN ĐẾN 50%! Tại Việt Nam GIẢM GIÁ LÊN ĐẾN 30%! Tại Nước Ngoài 🎁Dành Tặng 199 phần quà cho các Cô các Chú sống vui sống Trường Thọ Trăm Tuổi - Xua tan nỗi lo Tiểu Đường, Đau Nhức, Xương Khớp , Tim Mạch, Mất Ngủ Gọi tới ngay tổng đài : 055 - 949 - 0769 nhận ngay ưu đãi từ Gluzabet 🔥 Giảm ngay 8.000.000đ khi mua 1 thùng sữa! 🎁 Mua 3 tặng 2 ( Tại Việt Nam ) 🎁 Mua 5 tặng 3 ( Tại Việt Nam ) 🎁 Tặng ngay Máy Đo Đường Huyết trị giá 1.200.000đ Nhanh tay – Chỉ dành cho 199 khách hàng đầu tiên! 🔴GLUZABET HỖ TRỢ 💥 Cải thiện ăn ngon, ngủ sâu giấc 💥 Hỗ trợ giảm tình trạng tê bì tay chân, tiểu đêm , xương khớp 💥 Hỗ trợ ổn định đường huyết về mức an toàn 💥 Phòng ngừa biến chứng tiểu đường 💥 Bổ sung dinh dưỡng thiết yếu ⚡Gluzabet được khuyên dùng bởi: - Ông Trần Đình Toán - Nguyên trưởng khoa dinh dưỡng bệnh viện Hữu Nghị Hà Nội - Bà Nguyễn Thị Lâm - Phó Giám đốc Trung Tâm tư vấn dinh dưỡng - Viện dinh dưỡng Quốc Gia - Đại tá, Thầy thuốc ưu tú Phạm Hòa Lan, nguyên Chủ nhiệm khoa Nghiên cứu thuốc trang thiết bị y tế Cục Quân y, Bộ Quốc phòng Sữa Gluzabet đã được chứng nhận: 🏆 TOP 20 Thương Hiệu Xuất Sắc Toàn Cầu 🏆 TOP 10 Thương Hiệu Dẫn Đầu Việt Nam 2024 Được truyền thông rộng rãi trên VTV, HTV, VTC, QPVN 𝐂𝐚𝐦 𝐊𝐞̂́𝐭 𝐕𝐚̀𝐧𝐠 của Gluzabet: ⭐Hoàn tiền sau 7 ngày nếu không hợp sữa ⭐Sản phẩm chính hãng từ công ty ⭐Hoàn ngay 50 triệu đồng nếu phát hiện chất cấm, chất độc hại ⭐Kiểm định và cấp phép đạt chuẩn GMP 📞 Để lại SĐT để NHẬN QUÀ và tư vấn miễn phí! 🔥 ƯU ĐÃI DUY NHẤT HÔM NAY! 🔥 Số lượng có hạn, nhanh tay đặt mua để nhận ngay những ưu đãi khủng nhất!!! 🏠 Địa chỉ: 96 Định Công, Hoàng Mai, Hà Nội 📞 Hotline: 055 - 949 - 0769	MESSAGE_PAGE		Gluzabet Plus Nutrition	https://www.facebook.com/suahattieuduongtuhoaky/	3,570	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480748951_1832708437478826_986856757424485694_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IFOso0-c3m4Q7kNvgHiKHPi&_nc_oc=AdhvBNq8tvSvXxBhtluOpk7PNFWVBFBvo8RcotnJcP4ajkvLwqYfIUyfvQ_4ulqgCnuVzTgKcdUeVcrFgz62nSG0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AbPqiVmZ3C9lSWKTzh4a6rq&oh=00_AYCQaeojdWd1sOlAcitNWZ09JpIRsXOa4o6hIYePPrIt3Q&oe=67C5E152	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Gluzabet Plus Nutrition	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,760	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Hotline: 1900 63 30 30	Ultra-Z System \| Siêu công nghệ hút mỡ → Sử dụng sóng siêu âm Ultrasound 📌Hóa lỏng mỡ nhẹ nhàng, không ảnh hưởng các vùng lân cận 📌Hiệu quả giảm mỡ tức thì chỉ sau 45 phút thực hiện 📌Không s.ư.n.g b.ầ.m, không đ.a.u, hồi phục nhanh chóng Argon Plasma \| Siêu công nghệ co da → Kết hợp khí Argon và năng lượng RF ⚡Kích thích tăng sinh liên tục Collagen và Elastin dưới da ⚡Nhanh chóng có được làn da mịn màng, săn chắc hơn ⚡Tiếp tục cảm nhận hiệu quả co da lên tới 70-80% sau 3-6 tháng Hút mỡ Ultra-Z System kết hợp công nghệ Argon Plasma vào quy trình mang lại nhiều lợi ích cho khách hàng, tăng hiệu quả và an toàn đối với cơ thể hơn nhiều lần so với phương pháp "lỗi thời". Lấy lại vóc dáng hoàn hảo không khó như bạn nghĩ. Rất nhiều chị em đã lựa hút mỡ không căng da tại Á Âu, còn bạn thì sao? >> ĐỂ LẠI SĐT ĐỂ ĐƯỢC ĐẶT LỊCH TƯ VẤN MIỄN PHÍ❗ --------------------- BỆNH VIỆN THẨM MỸ Á ÂU - HƠN 30 NĂM KINH NGHIỆM LÀM ĐẸP ☎️Hotline: 1900 63 30 30 🏢Trụ sở chính: 32D Thủ Khoa Huân, Bến Thành, quận 1, TP.HCM 🌐Website: https://benhvienaau.vn 📧Email: info@benhvienaau.com	MESSAGE_PAGE		Hút Mỡ An Toàn - Bệnh Viện Á Âu	https://www.facebook.com/hutmoantoanaau/	5,596	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481241000_1359370005245030_33270128050557145_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZBf5UKUqe_MQ7kNvgF-Nct8&_nc_oc=AdgReTtLO0PIve2xmMA_JSVLsJSfJGZqy7jqs6Iv9xOtVqgg__7r6OGPw-J4iAgIaUYoGvCnNmnWG0pTCqkzGXla&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A1LwyoU67l9MKWZUWDuXkou&oh=00_AYC0gkhpLtyS8mTlTr8TpOMWQL6hCBBN_0zr03uJ4dLX2A&oe=67C602FD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Hút Mỡ An Toàn - Bệnh Viện Á Âu	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,258	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	La vida amorosa de Alejandro Fernández en 40 imágenes	Camila Fernández reveló un gran secreto sobre Alejandro Fernández	LEARN_MORE	https://drivepedia.com/trending/alejandro-fernande	Laughter Lake	https://www.facebook.com/100076081491400/	10,014	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	drivepedia.com	DCO	Los escándalos impactantes y desconocidos de Alejandro Fernández	https://drivepedia.com/trending/alejandro-fernandez-vida-amorosa-syn/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_campaign=Alejandro%20%7C%20DP%20%7C%20ES%20%7C%20MG%20%7C%20Test%201%20Dynamic%20LL-DP-B2B1083%20B2B%201098%20ADS%20aa3e%20-%20Unknown%20WW%20FB%20ADS&network_code=ADS&utm_term=content&v=1	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480689623_1575957826393967_9176117684703374199_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=l5C5Jt64MU4Q7kNvgFO4TWj&_nc_oc=Adg4xGzb2pPPD9ftlV5Dd2ptQd0I3r5eU1GPPy2sbEsdc9uBb47PUjG-8-oSA_IR7BnblPvX69iepW5E8C2NoHO6&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A-t_s-GW62T28id_elel99g&oh=00_AYCkvfvVL9vQjlr9vcltADnZWbCdcypbqJhrVr-TKf6d7Q&oe=67C5CE3E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Laughter Lake	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,383	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥"Harvest Moon: Mated To My Four Stepbrothers"😍💞💕Read more👉👉	😍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. 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2,703,577	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703065}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	❤️😍Qué pasa después👉Haz clic aquí para seguir leyendo👉👉	Caminé de un lado a otro por la sala de estar de nuestra casa, esperando a que mi esposo regresara a casa. He estado enferma estos últimos días por las náuseas del embarazo. Hoy fui al doctor para confirmar mi sospecha y me dio la noticia que estuve queriendo escuchar por casi cuatro años. Sé que Adrian quiere un hijo y después de cuatro años de estar intentándolo por fin seremos papas. Al escuchar que se abría la puerta, corrí a la entrada de la casa. Llegaba más tarde de lo normal y me estaba preocupando. Había estado llegando tarde a casa esta semana y ha estado distante conmigo, lo que me estaba poniendo ansiosa. "Adrian, ¿eres tú?", pregunté feliz, pero mi sonrisa se desvaneció inmediatamente cuando vi a una mujer, y no cualquier mujer, sino mi hermana gemela acompañándolo. Se estaba riendo de algo que ella dijo y sentí una punzada de celos cuando noté lo cercanos que eran. Me aclaré la garganta para llamar su atención. Adrian me miró con ira en sus ojos mientras mi hermana me lanzó una mirada fulminante. ¿Qué diablos está haciendo aquí y con Adrian? ¿Por qué está enojado conmigo? Mira a Tonya y le da una sonrisa sexy antes de susurrarle al oído, luego acercándola más a él. ¿Qué diablos está pasando? Pensé que mi hermana estaba en Londres con su prometido. Pasa a mi lado, ignorándome mientras lleva a Tonya por las escaleras y frunzo las cejas confundida. ¿Esto es algún tipo de broma? ¿Está tratando de hacerme enojar? Sabía que ellos eran pareja cuando estábamos en la secundaria, pero luego conoció a Fred y desde entonces solo han sido amigos. Estaba enfadada y si eso era lo que él quería, lo conseguiría, sin duda. Miro hacia las escaleras, esperando que todo esto sea solo una pesadilla, pero unos segundos después, Adrian regresa. "¿Qué demonios, Adrian?", grité. ¡Sí, estoy enojada porque la trajo a nuestra casa! Él sabe que Tonya y yo no nos llevamos bien, pero aún tiene el descaro de traerla aquí. No confío para nada en ella. "¿De verdad quieres saberlo, puta?", dijo con frialdad; sonaba furioso, pero ¿por qué? No lo sé. "Sí, claro, por favor dime". No sé qué está pasando ni por qué me llama puta. Fui su compañera y su esposa durante los últimos cuatro años. Me miraba como si no quisiera nada más que asesinarme. "¡Acusaste a tu hermana de tener una aventura! ¡Fred la dejó ayer y la echó! ¡Incluso llegaste a pagarle a alguien para que la violara en su habitación de hotel, donde escondiste una cámara! ¿Cómo pudiste hacer algo así? ¡Descubrí tu pequeño romance y sabes qué? ¡No eres más que una puta!", grita mientras me quedo ahí de pie, sorprendida, sin saber de qué diablos está hablando. "¿Qué? ¿A quién le pagué para que la violara? ¿Cómo diablos pude hacer eso si ni siquiera sabía en qué hotel se está quedando, Adrian? ¡Sabes que recibes notificaciones cuando uso la tarjeta! ¡No la he visto en mucho tiempo! ¿De qué aventura estás hablando? ¡Nunca te he engañado!", dije con voz entrecortada, sorprendida. Este no era Adrian. Este no era el hombre que amé durante seis años, este no era mi esposo. "¡Querías más, más y más! Eres una zorra cazafortunas y también creo que caí en todas tus mentiras a lo largo de los años. ¿Cómo pudiste hacerle eso a Tonya? ¡Ella es tu única familia! ¿Cómo pudiste hacerme eso? ¡Vi la transacción que le hiciste a una cuenta desconocida! ¡Le pagaste un millón de dólares a esa persona!", gritó y me quedé sorprendida. ¿Cómo pudo decir eso? "¿De qué diablos estás hablando, Adrian?", pregunté enojada. "¡Sabes exactamente de qué estoy hablando!", grita en mi cara mientras doy un paso atrás. El Adrian que conozco nunca me ha levantado la voz, y mucho menos me ha hablado con dureza. "¿Ustedes dos pensaban que no me iba a enterar de su secretito? ¿Qué te hizo querer robarme el dinero cuando estaba ciegamente enamorado de ti? ¡Dime, perra!", grita. "¿Quién diablos es esta persona? ¿Qué diablos estás diciendo? ¡Estás hablando en clave!", le pregunté en voz alta. "¡Tú y tu supuesto mejor amigo gay, Jason! ¡Los dos se han estado acostando a mis espaldas!", me gruñe. "¿Te estás escuchando? Jason es gay, ¿por qué mentiría sobre eso?", grité. "¡Eres una puta patética!", dice, poniendo los ojos en blanco. "Juro que no te engañé", digo mientras las lágrimas caen por mi rostro. Traté de contenerlas, pero fallé miserablemente. "Deja de hacerte la inocente, lo sé todo, ¡así que hazte un favor y deja de mentir!", dice. "¡No te engañé!", grito, y luego pasa algo que nunca pensé que haría. Adrian levanta la mano y me da un fuerte golpe en la cara y sé que dejará una marca. Me quedo ahí, sorprendida, mientras las lágrimas caen por mis ojos. Nunca pensé que me haría daño, ya que sabe todo sobre mi pasado. Los ojos de Adrian se abrieron de par en par por la sorpresa, pero rápidamente los cubrió con ira. Mi boca sigue abierta por la sorpresa mientras intento decir algo, pero no me sale nada. "¡De hoy en adelante estás muerta para mí!". Jadeé y eso fue todo lo que me tomó subir las escaleras a toda prisa. Entré a nuestra habitación y cerré la puerta. Una vez que escuché el clic de la puerta al cerrarse, caí al suelo y dejé que las lágrimas cayeran. Lloré y presioné mi mano contra mi pecho. El dolor era brutal, como si alguien me acabara de sacar el corazón. Se siente como si alguien me estuviera apuñalando con un cuchillo y lo estuviera retorciendo. Puedo sentir que viene un ataque de pánico, por lo que me levanté rápidamente y caminé hacia la ventana para tomar un poco de aire fresco. Miro a la luna mientras las lágrimas bajan por mi rostro, luego mi mano encuentra su camino hacia mi estómago y sonrío tristemente. Lo siento, bebé, lamento no haberle podido contarle a papá sobre ti. Sé que necesitarás un papá mientras creces, pero me tendrás a mí, una mamá que te amará y hará todo por ti. Camino hacia el armario y agarro dos maletas vacías. Las llené con mi ropa, las únicas cosas que poseía. Todas las joyas y los muebles le pertenecían a Adrian. Nunca podría llevarme las joyas que él me compró, tan solo pensar en él ya me dolía. Me puse rápidamente unos jeans rotos, una camiseta negra y mis zapatillas. Me arreglo el cabello, miro alrededor de la habitación y sonrío con tristeza. Diseñamos la habitación cuando recién compramos la casa, nuestra foto de boda aún en el cajón. Nos veíamos felices, nosotros contra el mundo, el día que prometimos estar juntos en las buenas y las malas, el día que juramos estar juntos hasta que la muerte nos separe, pero parecía ser que Adrian no había tomado sus votos en serio. Tomé la foto y la metí en mi bolso, no podía dejarla aquí; esto es lo único que tengo de nuestro día feliz, el día que me casé con el amor de mi vida. "¿Terminaste?". Escuché una voz que llamaba desde el otro lado de la puerta. Su voz llenó la habitación de ira y odio. Me sequé las lágrimas. Tengo que ser fuerte, sé que puedo serlo porque lo fui antes de conocerlo. Me seco la cara nuevamente mientras tomo una gran bocanada de aire, tomo mi maleta y miro una última vez a la habitación donde he pasado tantos momentos maravillosos, donde me entregué a él, donde lo atendí cuando estaba enfermo, donde hicimos el amor sin parar y donde creamos a nuestro hijo. Sacudo la cabeza para deshacerme de las imágenes mientras abro la puerta. Me mira con asco mientras siento que mi corazón ya roto se rompe en aún más pedazos. Él caminó primero y yo lo seguí como un cachorro perdido. Una vez que bajamos, me entrega unos papeles. Los tomo con cuidado mientras mi corazón comienza a latir rápido y cuando vi lo que era, mi respiración se atascó en mi garganta. ¡Papeles de divorcio! Estaba en shock. Sentía que estaba teniendo una pesadilla de la que me despertaría, pero no me estaba despertando. Me entregó un bolígrafo y miré el lugar donde debía estar mi firma y luego algo me llamó la atención; él ya había firmado los papeles. "Saldrás de este matrimonio como entraste, solo con tu ropa. No vas a recibir ni un centavo ni obtendrás una casa o un coche. Firmarlos y piérdete". Luché contra las lágrimas mientras firmaba los papeles y cuando lo miré, casi jadeé al ver el odio que tenía mientras me miraba. "El día que te des cuenta que cometiste un error, será demasiado tarde", le digo sin emoción. Mientras caminaba hacia la puerta, justo cuando estaba a punto de salir, sentí que alguien me agarraba el brazo con fuerza, haciéndome jadear. "¿Por qué querría a alguien tan repugnante y fea como tú de nuevo? Me alegra por fin haberme deshecho de ti ¿Por qué iba a querer volver contigo, Ash?". Siento que mi corazón se rompe en un millón de pedazos cuando lo escucho decir esas hirientes palabras. "Por favor, suéltame, me estás lastimando", digo con voz débil y puedo escuchar lo rota que sueno. Me soltó, me miró y dijo: "¡Sal de mi vida! ¡Hasta nunca, basura!". Lo miré, sorprendida que me llamara así y cuando lo miré, vi algo, tal vez arrepentimiento. Di un paso atrás y lo miré una vez más, como si estuviera esperando que dijera que todo era una broma, pero no dijo nada, así que me di la vuelta y me alejé del hombre que amo con todo mi corazón. No sé qué le pasó a Adrian. Nunca lo engañé con Jason, ¿cómo podría? Jason y yo somos amigos desde pequeños y crecimos en el mismo orfanato junto a mi hermana. Éramos como el trueno y el relámpago, inseparables. Siempre nos apoyábamos cuando los otros niños se burlaban de nosotros por ser huérfanos. Adrian sabía que Jason era gay; él ha conocido a sus novios, pero aún piensa que lo engañé con él. ¿Cómo pudo pensar que le hice algo así a Tonya? ¿Ella planeó todo esto? ¿Por qué tuvo que volver a nuestras vidas? Estábamos felices esta mañana. Caminé por las calles, sin saber a dónde ir, ya que Jason estaba fuera de la ciudad en una sesión de fotos y yo solo tenía doscientos dólares conmigo y no era suficiente para pasar la noche. Caminé más, sin estar segura de a dónde ir. El viento soplaba, haciendo que la luz de la noche sea fría. La oscura noche y las estrellas estaban ahí conmigo mientras la luna brillaba sobre mí. Me dolía la cara y el brazo por el abuso que había sufrido por parte de Adrian y siento que una lágrima baja por mi rostro cuando recuerdo la bofetada que me dio. Estábamos completamente bien esta mañana y ahora estoy sin hogar y mi esposo me odia. ¿Cómo puede ser esto posible? Después de caminar por más de una hora, me cansé, sin saber qué hacer ni a dónde ir. Decidí descansar un poco sentándome en la acera. No tengo familia y mi mejor amiga está fuera de la ciudad. ¿Sandra? Sí, tal vez pueda ir a donde Sandra. Me puse de pie y recé para que pasara un taxi y, por suerte, unos minutos después, un taxi se detuvo. Le doy la dirección y después de un rato llegamos a su casa. Salí y caminé hasta su apartamento después de pagarle al conductor. Toqué el timbre y Sandra abrió, mirándome con el ceño fruncido. "¿Ashley?", preguntó en cuanto me vio. "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?" "¿Dónde está Adrian?", preguntó, mirando a su alrededor para comprobar si estaba ahí. "Yo... yo", no podía hablar mientras las lágrimas bajaban por mi rostro. "¿Qué te pasó, Ash?", escuché su voz preocupada, pero no me atreví a decir las palabras que me perseguirán por el resto de mi vida. "Vamos a entrar", dijo, abriendo la puerta un poco más y dejándome entrar. Caminamos hasta la cocina, donde me da un vaso de agua. "Ash, ¿le pasó algo a Adrian?". Sacudí la cabeza y luego la miré a los ojos mientras más lágrimas bajaban por mi rostro. "Yo... lo perdí", lloré mientras ella me miraba confundida. "¿Cómo así que lo perdiste?". Me limpio las lágrimas, haciendo mi mejor esfuerzo para explicarle lo que pasó esta noche. De qué me acusó y cómo me llamó. "¡Ese maldito bastardo! ¡¿Cómo diablos puede creerle a esa arpía?!", gritó apenas terminé de contar mi historia. "¿Cómo puede acusarte de algo así? ¡Es un maldito idiota si cree que tú y Jason le harían esas cosas a él y a Tonya!". "No lo sé, pero nunca lo había visto tan enojado antes". Lloré una vez más. "Oh, cariño, ven aquí", dijo mientras me envolvía con sus brazos. "Cariño, estoy en casa". Escuché la voz de Cassady que venía desde la puerta, pero apenas me vio, se vio preocupada. "¿Qué sucede, Ash?", Cassady preguntó mientras corría hacia mí. "Tu maldito sobrino", Sandra gruñó mientras empujaba la mesa. Los Herederos Multimillonarios Ashley... La pareja que estaba de pie en la playa, mirándose amorosamente con el cielo negro sobre ellos mientras las estrellas brillaban intensamente, como si estuvieran mirándolos a los dos desde la distancia. Era su primer aniversario de bodas y decidieron pasarlo juntos sin su familia y amigos. Adrian y Ashley Black. Hoy, hace un año, dijeron sus votos frente a sus seres queridos. Adrian le colocó el cabello hacia atrás, dejando que el aire fresco de la noche rozara sus hombros, para entonces ponerle un collar. "Feliz aniversario, amor", susurró mientras la besaba después de colocarle el collar. Ella miró el collar de diamantes que brillaba en la noche, junto con las estrellas. Tenía una sonrisa en su rostro y pensó que hubo un momento en que se negó a aceptar regalos costosos de él cuando comenzaron a salir. Ella siempre lo regañaba por gastar demasiado dinero en ella, diciendo que solo necesitaba su amor, no su dinero. Ella se agachó y le entregó su regalo, esperando a que lo abriera. Le compró un reloj con la fecha de su boda y sus iniciales con la frase: Te amaré hasta mi último aliento. "Feliz aniversario, cariño", sonrió mientras observaba su reacción. "Me encanta", sonríe mientras se pone el reloj en el brazo. Él toma su mano y la acerca más. "Eres mi luna y mis estrellas", le susurra antes de besarla con pasión. Ambos se separan, jadeando por aire. "¿Prométeme que nos quedaremos así para siempre?", preguntó mientras miraba a los ojos de su esposo. "Te lo prometo cariño, nada ni nadie se interpondrá entre nosotros", prometió, sellando la promesa con otro beso. Fin... Me levanté de repente después de revivir uno de nuestros recuerdos, mirando alrededor de la habitación, esperando que todo esto fuera solo una pesadilla, pero cuando vi que no estaba en nuestra habitación, me desplomé de nuevo en la cama y lloré: "¡Mentiste!", sollocé. "¡Me prometiste que seríamos los dos contra el mundo!". "¡Me prometiste que nada se interpondría entre nosotros!". Me permití llorar un poco más antes de levantarme y notar que había ropa en la cama, sabiendo que Sandra debió haberla puesto ahí. Me levanté y fui al baño. Me bañé y me lavé los dientes antes de dirigirme a la cocina, donde vi a Sandra ocupada preparando el desayuno. Normalmente desayuno, pero hoy no tengo nada de hambre. "Buenos días, Ash". "Buenos días, Sandy", le dije, dándole una pequeña sonrisa. "Espero que hayas dormido bien", preguntó, viéndose preocupada. "Sí", fue todo lo que pude responder. No puedo decir que dormí perfectamente, porque sería mentira. Estuve llorando toda la noche hasta que me quedé dormida. "Siéntate, preparé el desayuno", dijo mientras colocaba un plato frente a mí. "No tengo hambre, pero gracias", rechacé. "Ash, necesitas comer algo, no comiste anoche", Sandra comienza, pero la detengo rápidamente. "No me siento bien, pero me encantaría una taza de café". "Tienes que comer algo, Ash", Sandra suplicó, pero yo solo negué con la cabeza. Ni siquiera puedo soportar el olor de los huevos sin vomitarlos. Aún no saben que estoy embarazada. Me pongo de pie y de repente me siento mareada. Intento equilibrarme agarrándome de la encimera, pero es en vano. Solo escuché la voz de Sandra antes de caer en la oscuridad. Me desperté en una habitación pequeña y, a juzgar por el olor, supongo que estaba en el hospital. Miré a mi alrededor y vi a Sandra sentada en la silla. "¡Ash, estás despierta!", Sandra dice mientras me toma la mano. "Estoy bien. ¿Qué pasó?". "Te desmayaste, así que corrí contigo al hospital", dice mientras me mira. ¡Oh, no, mi bebé! "Ash, ¿estás bien?". "Sí, estoy bien; ya podemos irnos", digo con una sonrisa falsa. "El doctor ya viene. Tómatelo con calma", Sandra dice mientras me sujeta, pero sabía que tenía que salir de ahí antes que saliera la noticia que estaba embarazada. Estaba a punto de levantarme de nuevo cuando entró el doctor. "Buenos días, Señora Black. Soy el Doctor Finley. ¿Cómo se siente?". Le di una sonrisa tensa y dije: "Estoy mejor, gracias". "¿Qué le pasa?", Sandra pregunta y siento que mis manos se humedecen por agarrar la cama. "No pasa nada, solo necesita cuidarse de ahora en adelante", sonrió mientras Sandra lo miraba con el ceño fruncido. "¿Qué quiere decir, doctor?". "La Señora Black tiene dos meses de embarazo, necesita tomar vitaminas y mantenerse alejada del estrés". Sandra me mira sin pestañear, sin creer lo que escucha. "Oh Dios mío". "¡Ash, estás embarazada! ¡Voy a ser tía!", Sandra grita, sonriendo como una idiota. Simplemente asentí con la cabeza, sin saber cómo responderle, pero por suerte el doctor me salvó. "Sí, la Señora Black está embarazada de ocho semanas. Necesita hacer una cita con un ginecólogo para monitorear el embarazo después que resuelvas las formalidades". El doctor salió de la habitación y sé que tengo que dar algunas explicaciones. "Oh, Ash, tienes que decirle a Adrian para que tal vez se olvide de todo lo que ha pasado entre ustedes, y tal vez se dé cuenta que Tonya mintió", dijo y la miré como si se hubiera vuelto loca. "No creo que sea una buena idea, Sandy", dije, mirándome el estómago. "Tonterías, ven, vámonos. Yo pago la cuenta y luego podemos ir a su casa a contarle las buenas noticias", dijo mientras me ayudaba a salir de la cama. Llegamos a la mansión de Adrian y Sandra me hizo un gesto con la cabeza para que entrara. "Te esperaré para que le cuentes las buenas noticias", sonrió. Caminé tan rápido como mis piernas temblorosas me permitieron. Sé que debe estar en su oficina porque siempre hace eso cuando está enojado. Dando los pasos uno a uno, me animé a caminar. Apenas llego a la puerta, escucho risas dentro y, con manos temblorosas, abro la puerta, solo para sorprenderme por la escena frente a mí. No puedo quitar la mirada y siento que mi corazón se rompe en un millón de pedazos. Ahí estaba mi esposo en todo su esplendor con Tonya en una posición comprometedora. Un jadeo salió de mis labios y tan pronto como los ojos de Adrian se encontraron con los míos, se llenaron de ira. "¿Qué diablos haces aquí? ¿No te dije anoche que estabas muerta para mí?", gruñó mientras caminaba enojado hacia mí después de soltar a la chica. "Yo... yo quería hablar contigo". "No me importa; ¡lárgate! ¡No tengo nada que hablar contigo!", dijo, tomándome de los brazos y tirándome hacia la puerta principal. "Dame solo dos minutos, eso es todo lo que pido", le supliqué. Me mira con asco. "Habla", dice con rabia. Respiro profundamente y digo: "Estoy embarazada". Me miró directamente a los ojos sin decir una palabra. Vi que su rostro cambiaba, pero no de una buena manera, y de repente se acercó a mí y me dio una fuerte bofetada. No tuve tiempo de reaccionar cuando me agarró del cabello y grité de dolor. "No tienes vergüenza, ¿verdad?", gritó mientras me empujaba, haciéndome caer de espaldas. Miré a Adrian y él me miró con rabia y asco. "Este es tu bebé, te lo juro", lloré, sin importarme si me veía. "¿Esperas que te crea? ¿Que crea que ese hijo bastardo es mío? Vaya, esto es bajo incluso para alguien como tú. Oh, pero espera, no eres más que una zorra cazafortunas. ¿Ahora quieres usar a ese bastardo como una forma de sacarme dinero? Ve a buscar al tipo responsable porque no caeré en tus trucos". Me quedé en mi lugar, mirándolo mientras las lágrimas corrían por mis mejillas al escuchar lo que pensaba de mí. "¿Eso... Eso es lo que realmente piensas de mí? ¿Que soy una zorra?", pregunté, limpiándome las lágrimas de las mejillas. "Sí, ahora sal de mi maldita propiedad y ve a buscar a otro tonto que caiga en tus engaños". Me levanté lentamente y caminé hacia la puerta, luego me di la vuelta y dije: "¡No vengas a pedir perdón porque luego será demasiado tarde!", dije esto antes de cerrar la puerta detrás de mí. Los Herederos Multimillonarios Ashley... Siento que alguien me sacude suavemente. "Ash, despierta. Has estado durmiendo todo el día sin comer". "No tengo hambre, Sandra", dije con voz ronca, tratando de volver a ponerme las sábanas sobre el cuerpo. "Tienes que comer algo, Ash. Recuerda, llevas un pequeño dentro que necesita comida y, además, una vez que te hayas bañado y comido algo, estoy segura que te sentirás mucho mejor". "¿Estás diciendo que apesto?", jadeé. "No, pero estoy segura que una vez que te hayas refrescado te sentirás mucho mejor". La miré y me di cuenta que tenía razón. Necesito ponerme en orden. No puedo seguir así. Han pasado dos días desde que me encontré con Adrian. "Está bien, bajaré enseguida. Dame unos minutos", dije finalmente mientras me levantaba. Sandra salió de la habitación y fui rápidamente a darme a bañarme. Sandra tenía razón, me siento mucho mejor después de limpiarme. Bajé a comer algo cuando mi teléfono sonó. "Buenas tardes. ¿Habla la Señora Black?". Escuché una voz masculina por el teléfono. "Sí, ¿con quién hablo?". "El Señor King es el abogado del Señor Black". Fruncí el ceño, preguntándome por qué me llamaría si ya había firmado los papeles. Sandra debe haber notado mi mirada confusa cuando levantó una ceja, pero me encogí de hombros. "Señora Black, ¿sigue ahí?". La voz del abogado me regresó a la realidad. "Sí, sigo aquí". "La llamé para informarle que el Señor Black ha redactado un nuevo acuerdo de divorcio, así que ¿podría venir mañana a las nueve de la mañana?". Me pregunté de qué estaba hablando, pero respondí: "Sí, estaré ahí". Colgué y miré a Sandra. "Quiere que firme nuevos papeles de divorcio". "Me pregunto por qué", dijo para sí misma mientras miraba su café. "No lo sé, supongo que sabré mañana por la mañana", me encogí de hombros. "Apuesto a que esa perra de Tonya tiene algo que ver con esto. Juro que la voy a matar un día de estos", amenaza Sandra para hacerme reír. "Lo siento, sé que es tu gemela, pero vaya, me pone furiosa, ¡especialmente porque está detrás de ese idiota de mi primo!". "Está bien, además, no lo sabré hasta mañana. Solo espero que ella no esté ahí", dije. No puedo creerlo. ¿Cómo pudo hacerme esto después de todos estos años que estuvimos juntos? ¿Cómo puede creerle a Tonya y no a mí? ¿Cómo puede pensar que lo engañé? ¿O cómo puede creer que le hice algo así a Tonya? Sé que no tenemos la mejor relación de hermanas, pero nunca la lastimaría de esa manera. "Siempre estaré aquí para ti", Sandra dice, tomando mi mano. Le di una pequeña sonrisa, agradecida de tenerlas en mi vida. La familia de Adrian no me aprobó para su hijo; siempre les gustó más Tonya, diciendo que sería una gran esposa para él, ya que siempre estaba era el centro de atención y era la popular, a diferencia de mí, que mantenía un perfil bajo y siempre estaba ocupada con los libros, pero al final, me eligió después que ella lo dejó en la secundaria por Fred. Nunca pensé que se enamoraría de mí, pero tiene otros planes para nosotros. Salimos durante dos años antes de casarnos. Sandra y Cassady siempre me apoyaron. Eran sus primas por parte de su papá, y también eran gemelas. A veces deseaba que Tonya y yo pudiéramos tener ese tipo de relación, pero lamentablemente, nunca fue así. La hermana de Adrian, Sally, es la mejor amiga de Tonya. Sé que ella nunca me aprobó, pero no me molestaba mucho porque era decisión de Adrian. Sally siempre me intimidaba cuando Adrian no estaba cerca y yo nunca se lo decía porque sabía cuánto amaba a su hermana. No quería ser yo quien creara una división entre ellos. Sandra y Cassady siempre me regañaban por no decirle a Adrian lo que su hermana me hizo. El día se pasó rápido. Sandra y yo vimos películas románticas durante todo el día mientras comíamos helado. Le conté a Cassady sobre la llamada telefónica que recibí y sobre lo que pasó esta mañana y decir que estaba furiosa era poco. Quería ir con Adrian y decirle lo que pensaba, pero le rogué que lo dejara en paz. "Si se atreve a levantarte las manos mañana, ¡te prometo que se las cortaré!", gruñó. "Ash, ¿necesitas que vaya contigo mañana?", Cassady preguntó, y supe por qué quería ir. "No, estaré bien", le dije, aunque sabía que era mentira. "Llámame apenas salgas de ahí", Sandra dijo y asentí. "Lo haré, lo prometo". Nos quedamos despiertas hasta pasadas las diez de la noche cuando les dije que me iba a acostar porque mañana tenía un día largo. Di vueltas en la cama toda la noche, pensando en mañana que tengo que enfrentarme nuevamente a Adrian. No sé si soy lo suficientemente fuerte para pasar por otra ronda de humillaciones. No creo que pueda soportarlo esta vez, especialmente si Tonya está con él. No sé cuántos más dolores puedo soportar. A la mañana siguiente, me levanté temprano. Llegué a la oficina del abogado diez minutos antes de las nueve y respiré profundamente antes de subir. "Puedes hacerlo, Ash", me animé mientras me dirigía al ascensor. Marqué el número de la oficina del abogado y, una vez que llegué, vi a su asistente y le sonreí. "Hola, soy Ashley Black. Tengo una cita con el Señor King a las nueve". "Sí, Señora Black, la están esperando". Ella sonrió y me llevó hasta una habitación, donde llamó y me abrió la puerta. Él estaba aquí. Adrian Black, mi ex esposo, estaba sentado ahí en todo su esplendor, luciendo tan guapo como siempre. Miré hacia otro lado, como si solo mirarlo me matara. "Buenos días, Señora Black, soy Paul King, la estábamos esperando. Tome asiento, por favor", el Señor King dice, señalando una silla vacía. "Buenos días", digo, sorprendiéndome por lo segura que sueno. Miré a Adrian, pero no respondió ni me miró mientras seguía escribiendo en su teléfono. "Comencemos. La razón por la que le pedí que viniera es que el Señor Black hizo algunos cambios en el contrato de divorcio, que le leeré ahora, Señorita Anderson", el Señor King dijo, entregándome un papel. "Como puede ver, Señorita Anderson, no obtendrá nada de este matrimonio; no tiene ningún derecho sobre sus propiedades, su dinero o su empresa. ¿Correcto, Señor Black?". ¿Por qué estoy aquí si era el mismo que el primer acuerdo que firmé? "Correcto, Señor King, ella no obtendrá nada de este matrimonio; se irá como vino", Adrian dice, mirándome por primera vez desde que llegué y todo lo que veo en sus ojos es odio. "Señorita Anderson, antes de continuar, me gustaría saber, ya que me fue comunicado, ¿está usted embarazada?". Lo miro con el ceño fruncido. "Sí", respondo, sin miedo a decirlo en voz alta, ya que el niño es de Adrian. "En ese caso, tendré que pedirle que firme este documento junto con los papeles del divorcio que le he dado", el Señor King dice, entregándome los documentos. Mi rostro se llenó de ceño fruncido mientras miraba al abogado. "¿Qué es esto?". "El Señor Black no reconoce a este niño como suyo y quiere asegurarse que usted no lo demande por dinero por el niño en el futuro", dijo, mirándome con tristeza. Me quedé sorprendida y herida después de oírlo decir eso y no pude evitar que las lágrimas rodaran por mis mejillas. ¿Cómo podía ser tan cruel? ¡No puedo creer que me haya humillado de esta manera! ¡Cómo se atreve! Tomé el bolígrafo, firmé los documentos con enojo y le pedí una copia de los mismos. Después que me la diera, me puse de pie. "¿Puedo irme ya?", pregunté, no queriendo estar en la misma habitación que el diablo. "Sí, Señorita Anderson, ya puede irse". Salí de la habitación y estaba a punto de entrar en el ascensor cuando alguien me tiró hacia atrás con dureza y dijo: "No tan rápido". "Quiero tu anillo y tu collar, son demasiado costosos para una puta y violadora como tú", Adrian dijo, haciéndome jadear. Me los quité y se los tiré. "No es que los quisiera de todos modos". Me miró con una mirada asesina mientras me susurraba al oído: "Espero que tú y tu hijo bastardo logren sobrevivir sin mi dinero. El pobre bastardo no sabe que su mamá es una puta". Me dejo ir y apenas me solté, le di una bofetada. "Mi hijo bastardo, como lo llamas, estará bien", le dije antes de entrar al ascensor, dejando atrás a un Adrian sorprendido. Los Herederos Multimillonarios Ashley... Cinco meses después... Me desperté con el sonido de mi alarma. Dejé escapar un gemido, sabiendo que era hora de prepararme para ir a trabajar. Desearía poder quedarme aquí acostada todo el día, pero lamentablemente, necesito trabajar para mantenerme a mí y a mi hijo. Me levanté lentamente de la cama y me dirigí al baño. Enciendo la ducha y me meto mientras pienso en los últimos cinco meses. Conseguí un trabajo como mesera en una pequeña cafetería y, por suerte, los dueños son dos ancianos muy amables. Disfruto trabajando ahí, pero a veces desearía poder hacer otra cosa. No me malinterpreten, el salario es perfecto, pero mis pies me duelen al final del día, especialmente ahora que se hinchan mucho. Jason regresó un mes después de mi divorcio y se puso furioso cuando se enteró lo que Adrian había dicho sobre que habíamos tenido una aventura y el hecho que se había puesto del lado de Tonya en vez de del mío. Me ayudó a encontrar un apartamento, que ahora compartimos, diciendo que no puedo estar sola para afrontar el embarazo y las facturas que vienen con el apartamento. Sandra y Cassady vienen seguido y traen regalos para el bebé y para mí. No han hablado con Adrian desde que nos divorciamos, diciendo que prefieren dejar que la familia se enoje con ellos que abandonarme. Actualmente también estoy ocupada estudiando. Quiero tener mi propio negocio algún día. Jason y la Tía Lucy me están enseñando a hornear, ya que esa es mi pasión. Me vestí y caminé hacia la cocina, donde disfruté del olor a pan recién horneado. Vi a Jason ya de pie con un vaso de jugo cuando entré. "El desayuno está listo". Jason sonrió, indicándome que tomara asiento. "Gracias, Jason". Sonrío mientras tomo el jugo de sus manos. "¿Vas a ir a una sesión de fotos hoy?", le pregunté. "Sí, y quiero saber si estás interesada en una sesión de fotos", me preguntó mientras se sentaba a mi lado. "¿Qué tipo de sesión de fotos?", pregunté, dándole un mordisco al pan recién horneado. "Es la colección de maternidad de Freddie y quiere que alguien la modele". Lo miro, dudosa. "No lo sé, Jason. No me gusta el glamour y todo lo que conlleva", le digo. "Lo sé y por eso le dije que hablaría contigo primero. Él está pagando bien y quién sabe, tal vez te conviertas en modelo después de esto", se ríe mientras le tiro un trozo de pan en la cara. "Te lo haré saber, pero no prometo nada", le digo mientras me levanto. "Gracias por el desayuno, pero ya debería irme", le dije, besando sus mejillas. "¡Hasta luego, Ash!", gritó mientras cerré la puerta detrás de mí. Caminé rápidamente hacia la parada del autobús, justo a tiempo para tomar este. Le di mi dinero al conductor y caminé hacia la parte trasera del autobús. Llegué al trabajo justo a tiempo. "Oh, Ash, mírate", la Tía Lucy sonrió apenas me vio. "Hola, Tía Lucy". "Estás cada día más grande. ¿Estás segura que solo estás esperando uno?", preguntó con una risita. "Sí, estoy segura". Miré mi barriga de siete meses y sonreí. No pasará mucho tiempo antes que pueda tenerlo en mis brazos. Sí, estoy esperando un niño. Me enteré en mi última revisión. Rápidamente comencé a preparar las mesas, ya que las mañanas son uno de nuestros momentos más ocupados cuando la Tía Lucy vino a verme. "Oh, querida, siento molestarte, pero Natasha aún no ha llegado. ¿Puedes tomar el pedido en la mesa seis?", preguntó. "No hay problema, vete. Sé que necesitas ir al doctor con el Tío Michael". Sonrío, tomando una libreta. "Eres un encanto. Llámame si necesitas algo; espero que Natasha llegue pronto", dijo antes de salir. Me acerco a la mesa seis y, en cuanto levanto la vista, todo mi mundo se derrumba. Quería salir corriendo. Aún no estoy preparada para enfrentarlos. Los dos estaban sentados uno al lado del otro y estaban susurrando entre ellos. "Disculpe, señor", dije finalmente después de tomar una gran bocanada de aire. "¿Puedo tomar sus pedidos?", pregunté mientras los miraba sin ninguna emoción. Adrian levantó la vista primero y sentí que mi corazón estaba a punto de explotar cuando vi su rostro. No ha cambiado nada. Noté que tenía barba y se la arreglaba, como siempre me ha encantado. Me mira con ojos fríos y siento que se me perforan el cuerpo. Sus ojos fueron de mi rostro a mi estómago y pensé que vi admiración por un segundo antes que me mirara fijamente y dijera: "¿Qué está haciendo aquí?", preguntó con una voz peligrosa, lo que hizo que Tonya levantara la vista por primera vez. Apenas me ve, pone una sonrisa falsa. "Oh, Ash", dijo, tomando la mano de Adrian. "¿Trabajas aquí? ". Levanto la cabeza mientras la miro y digo: "Soy la Señorita Anderson, solo los que son cercanos a mi pueden llamarme Ash, y para responder a tu pregunta, sí, trabajo aquí". "¡No te atrevas a hablarle así otra vez! ¡Ahora discúlpate con ella!", dijo entre dientes enojado. "Está bien, cariño. Ella no lo dijo de mala manera", Tonya dijo, colocando sus manos sobre su pecho y sonriéndome. Vaya, eso fue rápido. "No me importa, ella no tiene derecho a hablarte así", Adrian dijo, tomando su mano. "Quiero hablar con tu jefa", exigió. "Ella no está ahora mismo". ¿Qué quiere hacer ahora? "Muy bien, llamaré a Lucy". Pongo los ojos en blanco de nuevo mientras espero a que hagan su pedido. "¡Oh, mi Ash, te estás poniendo grande!", Tonya dice, señalando mi barriga. "Creo que eso es parte de estar embarazada". "Ahora, ¿puedo tomar sus pedidos, por favor?", pregunto de nuevo mientras saco mi bolígrafo. "No es necesario, no comeremos aquí", Adrian dice, poniéndose de pie, y Tonya lo sigue rápidamente. "Supongo que Jason se dio cuenta de lo puta que eres y te dejó", Adrian dice con asco mientras me mira. Me quedo mirándolo, sin creer que este sea el mismo hombre que una vez amé. Pasó junto a mí, empujándome con su hombro, diciendo: "Puta sucia". Esperé a que se fueran antes de dejar que las lágrimas rodaran por mi rostro. ¡No puedo creer que haya dicho algo así! Corrí al baño y entré en uno de los cubículos mientras me dejaba llorar, repitiendo las palabras que él acababa de decir. "¿Cómo pudiste olvidar todo lo que compartimos tan rápido?", lloré. Después de terminar de llorar, me lavé la cara y volví a trabajar. Justo antes de la hora de cierre, la Tía Lucy regresó y pidió hablar conmigo y supe que Adrian tenía algo que ver con eso. "Ashley, querida, no sé cómo decirte esto, pero desafortunadamente, ya no puedo emplearte", dijo mientras sacaba su chequera. "¿Por qué? ¿Qué pasó?", pregunté aunque ya lo sabía. "Ashley, no necesito más meseras, y viendo que estás embarazada, pensé que era mejor si te dejaba ir", la Tía Lucy dijo, dándome el cheque. La miré con incredulidad. ¡No puedo creer que se haya creído sus historias! Pensé que ya me conocería, pero supongo que estaba equivocada. Tomo el cheque y me voy, sin saber qué hacer ahora. ¿Cómo pudo hacerme esto? Los Herederos Multimillonarios Adrian... Me duele la cabeza por la falta de sueño y por trabajar demasiado. Supongo que es la única manera de mantenerme cuerdo después de lo que ella me hizo a mí y a nosotros. No quiero ir a casa temprano, ya que la mayoría de mis recuerdos ahí son con ella. Paso todo el tiempo que puedo aquí en la oficina o en el apartamento que conseguí para Tonya. ¡Aún no puedo creer que le haya hecho eso a su hermana! ¿Qué clase de persona enferma haría algo así con su propia sangre? Me enojé cuando Tonya y mi hermana vinieron a mí y me contaron lo que había sucedido. "¡Adrian, hombre!", escuché a mi mejor amigo, Harry. Levanto la cabeza y lo miro. "¿Qué haces aquí?", pregunté, un poco molesto. Pensé que estaba en un viaje de negocios por Europa. "Me lastimas, Ads", dice, poniendo una mano sobre su corazón. Le pongo los ojos en blanco y le pregunto: "¿Qué haces aquí?", pregunto, ignorando su comportamiento infantil. "Vaya, que bonita manera de saludar a tu mejor amigo después de no verlo durante un mes, y además, siempre vengo cuando estoy aquí, así que no seas grosero". Se sienta en el sofá mientras me mira. "No soy grosero, prácticamente vienes aquí todos los días después que me divorcié". "Eso es porque me importas", se encoge de hombros. "También sé por qué estás aquí y, como puedes ver, estoy perfectamente sano". Frunce el ceño mientras me mira. "¡Sano, mi trasero, mírate! ¡Pareces un fantasma!". "Es solo por el trabajo, Harry, no es nada grave", dije, mirando la pantalla de mi computadora. "Creo que es hora que hables de lo que pasó. Han pasado cinco meses desde tu divorcio y desde ese día siempre te ves como una mierda y ni siquiera estoy hablando del hecho que pasas la mayoría de tus noches en la casa de Tonya". "¡No quiero hablar de esa perra mentirosa, así que puedes parar! ", dije, poniéndome de pie y caminando hacia la ventana. "Escucha, Adrian, necesitas—". "¡No quiero hablar de ella! ¡Tú, Sandy y Cassady están de su lado! Sé que a ninguno de ustedes le agrada Tonya, pero por el amor de Dios, ella también fue una víctima, ¡y aún así siguen creyendo en esa puta mentirosa por encima de mí! ¡Estoy harto de escuchar siempre sobre la pobre Ashley! ¡Así que para, para ya!", grité, golpeando mi mano sobre el escritorio. "Sabes que siempre te apoyaré, pero no puedo hablar contigo cuando estás así. Los amo a los dos, pero no puedo quedarme sentado y dejar que se desmoronen", Harry dijo, alzando la voz. Lo miro y lo fulmino con la mirada. "Bueno, ¡es hora que decidas de qué lado estás!". "Está bien, pero solo quiero decirte algo; después de eso, no diré nada más sobre ella", dijo, sacudiendo la cabeza. "Está bien". "La vi en la cafetería de la Señora Lucy hoy. Supongo que está trabajando ahí, pero por lo que vi, no le está yendo muy bien", Harry dijo, haciéndome mirarlo y puedo decir que está preocupado por ella. "Bueno, ese ya no es mi problema, ¡debió haberlo pensado antes de intentar matar a su hermana y prostituirse a mis espaldas!". Harry sacude la cabeza y dice: "Está bien, te dije que lo que hagas con esa información depende de ti. Mira, me tengo que ir. Tengo una reunión importante en una hora", dice, levantándose y caminando hacia la puerta. "Cuídate, Adrian". "Lo hare, gracias". Regresé a mi escritorio y comencé a revisar mis correos electrónicos, pero era imposible concentrarme, así que tomé las llaves de mi coche y mi chaqueta y salí de mi oficina. Necesito tomar un poco de aire fresco. "Trisha, cancela todas mis reuniones por el resto del día", le digo, pasando por su escritorio. No esperé su respuesta y corrí furioso hacia el ascensor. Seguí conduciendo como si me hubiera vuelto loco y antes de darme cuenta, estaba frente a la cafetería de Lucy. Estacioné mi coche unos coches atrás para que ella no supiera que estaba ahí. Miré por la ventana y la vi con una bandeja sirviendo a algunos hombres y les sonrió después de colocar sus bebidas frente a ellos. Parecía estar más delgada excepto por su estómago, que ha crecido más. La sigo mirando toda la mañana, sin importarme si alguien piensa que soy un acosador. Me pregunto por qué está trabajando. ¿Jason la dejó después de descubrir quién es ella en realidad? Debo decir que no lo culpo, yo tampoco querría una puta como ella. Pasaron unas tres horas cuando la vi salir de la tienda, pero cuando miré mi reloj, me di cuenta que ya eran las cinco de la tarde. ¡Mierda! ¡La he estado observando todo el día! ¿Qué diablos me pasa? Salí de mi coche y empecé a caminar tras ella, pero mantuve cierta distancia para que no supiera que estaba ahí. La vi comprando un helado en un puesto. Pagó su helado y caminó más hasta que llegó a un parque. La seguí dentro del parque y me escondí detrás de un árbol. Se sentó contra un árbol y empezó a comer su helado, que parecía encantarle. Siempre le encantó el helado de chocolate con nueces y supongo que estar embarazada no cambió eso. Una vez que terminó, se quitó los zapatos y empezó a masajearse los pies. Parecía agotada mientras cerraba los ojos. Quise acercarme a ella y decirle que todo estaría bien, pero luego recordé lo mentirosa y puta que es en realidad. Me alegro de haberlo descubierto antes de creerme la historia que ese era mi hijo. Recuerdo... Sally y Tonya entraron a mi oficina y cuando vi el estado en el que se encontraba Tonya, inmediatamente me levanté y caminé hacia ella. "¿Qué pasa, Tonya?", pregunté preocupado, pero ella simplemente me abrazó mientras lloraba. "¡Tu maldita esposa!", Sally dijo enojada. La miré con el ceño fruncido y dije: "¿Qué quieres decir con mi esposa? ¿Qué hizo Ashley?". "¡Contrató a cuatro hombres para violar y matar a Tonya! Le pidió a Tonya que se reuniera con ella en el hotel después de escuchar que Fred la había dejado. Cuando Tonya llegó, cuatro hombres la estaban esperando. Si no hubiera llegado a tiempo, Dios sabe qué habría sucedido". "¡Ashley nunca haría algo así!", intenté defender a mi esposa. "Sabía que no nos creerías, así que traje esto conmigo", Sally dijo, entregándome una cinta. "Es de la habitación del hotel. ¡Encontré una cámara dentro de la habitación!". Fui a mi escritorio y comencé a reproducir la cinta. Escuché a los hombres decir el nombre de Ashley y que ella era quien les pagaba. "¡Mierda!", maldije, golpeándome la mano. "Eso no es todo", Sally dijo, entregándome un archivo. "Tenía mis sospechas sobre ella, así que contraté a un investigador privado y esto es lo que encontré". Tomé el archivo de Sally y lo abrí con cuidado y cuando mis ojos se posaron en las fotos que mostraban a mi esposa y Jason teniendo sexo, todo mi mundo se derrumbó. "Lamento que hayas tenido que enterarte así", Sally dijo mientras camina hacia mí. Fin... Veo a Ashley salir del parque mientras la fulmino con la mirada. "¡Algún día pagarás por lo que hiciste!". Al día siguiente, le pedí a Tonya que desayunara conmigo y supe a dónde ir. "¿Puedo tomar sus pedidos?". Escucho su voz. Levanté la vista primero y la vi mirándonos sin emoción alguna. La miré con ojos fríos, deseando poder hacerla desaparecer. Mis ojos fueron de su rostro a su estómago y por un segundo, deseé que el niño fuera mío antes de mirarla con enojo y decir: "¿Qué estás haciendo aquí?", pregunté con una voz peligrosa, lo que hizo que Tonya levantara la vista por primera vez. "Oh, Ash", dijo, tomando mi mano. "¿Estás trabajando aquí?". Levantó la cabeza mientras miraba a Tonya y dijo: "Soy la Señorita Anderson, solo los que son cercanos a mi pueden llamarme Ash, y para responder a tu pregunta, sí, trabajo aquí". "¡No te atrevas a hablarle así otra vez! ¡Ahora discúlpate con ella!", dije entre dientes enojado. "Está bien, cariño. Ella no lo dijo de mala manera", Tonya dijo, colocando sus manos sobre mi pecho. ¿Cariño? Me pregunté, pero decidí seguirle el juego. "No me importa, ella no tiene derecho a hablarte así", dije, tomando su mano. "Quiero hablar con tu jefa", le exigí. "Ella no está ahora mismo". "Muy bien, llamaré a Lucy". Pone los ojos en blanco otra vez mientras espera que hagamos nuestro pedido. "¡Oh, Ash, te estás poniendo grande! ", Tonya dice, señalando su barriga. "Creo que eso es parte de estar embarazada". "Ahora, ¿puedo tomar sus pedidos, por favor?", preguntó otra vez mientras tomaba su bolígrafo. "No es necesario, no comeremos aquí", dije, poniéndome de pie, y Tonya me siguió rápidamente. "Supongo que Jason se dio cuenta de lo puta que eres y te dejó", dije con asco mientras la miraba. Ashley solo me mira, sorprendida, pero no me importa. ¡No debería importarme! Pasé junto a ella, empujándola con el hombro y diciéndole: "Puta sucia". Me siento mal por lo que hice, ¡pero estaba enojado! Me aseguraré que no consiga trabajo en ninguna parte de esta ciudad. ¡Recuerda mis palabras!	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2,703,491	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703466}'	Yes	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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2,703,090	/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. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Aden’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. I’m so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words I’d long ago memorized. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations—” “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. “Here. If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. I’m terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then— Oh my goddess— Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Chamomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. “So fresh and clean…untainted by the scent of another wolf.” Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “You must be a virgin.” My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. “So innocent, so pure…” His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. “Two of my favorite things to destroy.” Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. “Hands off!” he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine.” I rub my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt, just…shocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn’t an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, I’m grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see—” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt’s the perfect length to—” “Please, Mr. Kenwood,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. “I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” Kenwood’s response is to laugh at me. “Darling,” he says, leaning forward again. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried.” I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena’s temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. “Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.” “Mr. Kenwood,” I bite out, “if you aren’t interested in cooperating with me, I’d rather not waste my time. I’ll just let the guard know you’re being combative.” I stand up with bravado I don’t feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Aden’s demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who’s been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I can’t look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor—anywhere but at him. “You looked away first.” He studies me. “Didn’t your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you’d have died by my hand—or my wolf’s teeth. Pitiful.” Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once. I’m enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But also—god dammit—I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. He’s laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doc…” his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing “Aden Kenwood” into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King—or just “the Wolf King” sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another… God, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines… I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I’m seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. “Whatcha looking at?” my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I squeal, snatching at it. “Jolie, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.” She nods appreciatively. “Who is this?” “Aden Kenwood,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He was…unnerving.” Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,” she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she’s not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism…I’m showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry’s. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. It’s a strange feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of “her” clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. “You having fun, baby Brooklyn?” She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. “Though I’m curious…where does…all the oth—" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolie’s gaze. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little—he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. “Davis!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Jolie,” he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Brooklyn?” She gestures towards me with a big smile. “Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Davis’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress I’m wearing. I wasn’t uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. We’re not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. “Come on. We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.” I give her a little smile and nod, even though I’m not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are from…whatever she took… Jolie follows Davis into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. There’s Davis, but where’s my sister? Davis’s eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word “shit,” and then he walks over to me. “Jolie’s sister, right?” “Yes. Where is she?” “She got sick. She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters don’t just get “get sick.” I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says. “She won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit—a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. “Wait here for a bit,” Davis says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that it’s laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some… Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. 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