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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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2,703,480	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703464}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? "Harder, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your manhood in her bed on her favorite duvet." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. Now her best friend was having intercourse with her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed. ___________ Walking into her condo, kicking her shoes off in exhaustion, Grier wondered if her day could have gone any worse. This time of year, the word scrooge was tossed around frequently but she was certain if anyone was getting visited by three ghosts come Christmas, it was going to be him. Nick Santos, her boss. In five years, the man she knew could easily win any of the sexiest eligible bachelor titles on the planet, based purely on looks, routinely caused her to rethink her sexuality. In those moments where she found herself ogling him, he would inevitably do something so horribly rude her lady parts could dry up like she was stranded in the Sahara. Today was no exception. Her cranky boss grew irritated when they'd entered one of the production plants and holiday music was playing overhead. He'd given a tersely worded comment to the manager telling him to be respectful not everyone in the company celebrates Christmas and they might also find the holiday painful, especially when layoffs were happening. Then he laid off three people in management because he found out they were in a love triangle, but all three men had wives at home. Video of them having a blowout argument over which man the senior manager loved most had made it to Nick's desk. Just over two weeks to Christmas and he ditched three of his management team for cheating on their wives with each other. It wasn't this which bothered her though. It was the fact he made sure to out the three men to their wives as gay and sent them the video clip of the fight. Anonymously of course. She could say nothing since she herself was in an ironclad NDA. Then without further ado, he'd marched back to the car, advised they were returning to New York, and he didn't speak another word until they landed back at JFK. When he'd had his driver drop her off, his only words were "seven a.m. Monday." She meandered to the fridge and was about to pull it open to grab the rest of the bottle of merlot she knew was in there when a sound from deep in her apartment caught her ear. The only person who had a key to her apartment was her best friend, Hazel. Grier hadn't even given her boyfriend Arlo a key since they'd only been dating six months, and the term boyfriend was a stretch. Her working hours were not conducive to tons of free time, but Arlo so far didn't seem to mind. However, Hazel knew she was supposed to be away on a business trip with Nick Scrooge Santos and she wasn't due back until tomorrow. "That's it, baby, open those legs wider for Daddy." A man's all too familiar voice tormented her from down the short corridor. Daddy? "It's so hot how hot you look taking my shaft." How did she soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend get a key into her apartment and why was he even so brazenly bold to have a lover there? The answer made her stumble over feet. "Keep f*g me, Arlo. Give it all to me. I want to come on your ck in her bed on her favorite duvet. I love this duvet so much! Let's make memories on it. Make me come on it." Hazel. Her best friend since college. Ten years of being friends. She'd stood by Hazel when her parents died seven years ago. She'd held her hand through every single one of her catastrophic relationships with the douchebags Hazel was drawn to. Now her best friend was f***g her boyfriend and crowing about doing it in her bed on her favorite duvet. She frowned angrily. She really liked her Christmas duvet. It was decorated with holly and ivy and snowflakes. Hazel. Why did she have to ruin the duvet? Gripping the edge of the doorframe and then Hazel's next words had her moving back to the kitchen. "fk me Arlo." Arlo who on the two very recent occasions they had intercourse, insisted on a rubber, was now in her bed, f***g her best friend, bareback. Retreating to the kitchen, she grabbed the bottle of wine, glad the bh down the hall hadn't stolen it as well. She poured herself a glass and then wandered back down the hall. This time she didn't pause in the hall. She leaned in the doorway, clearing her throat loudly and then took a long sip of her wine and waited for the sound to register. When Arlo heard her voice, his hips stuttered and then Hazel gave a scream to kick him off, her heel connecting with Arlo's still hard dk. Arlo dropped to the floor like a sack of feed. A glimmer of a smile at his pain flashed on her lips. "Oh, don't stop on my account. Please finish. I'll drink my wine and then we can chat when you're done." "What are you doing here?" Hazel's voice shrieked in surprise. "Here? You mean here in my condo? Mine. The place I bought with my money, Hazel? Are you really questioning why I'm here." "Grier, it's not what it looks like." She started to plead, her eyes welling up with tears. "Save the crocodile tears, Hazel. I don't know what I've done to you to warrant you wanting my boyfriend," she held a finger up, "sorry, ex-boyfriend, to fk you in my bed and to do it without protection, as you just encouraged him to do, but you don't get to cry over it." "Grier," Hazel was scrambling for a shirt to put on, her face a shade of puce at being caught. Arlo was rolling on the floor whining with his hands around his junk, "I think my shaft is broken." "Good," Grier tipped her wine glass in his direction, "serves you right for f***g my best friend," again she held her finger up, "ex-best friend, in my bed. I do need to ask why my bed? You couldn't simply sneak around like normal prick?" "Grier?" a man's voice calling from down the hall caught their ears. "You forgot your laptop bag." As if this couldn't get worse. She sighed not wanting to leave these two alone in her room. "Down here, Nick." She called and saw his face poke into the hall, "come, join the party." His face, usually stoic became incredibly hard and his lips flattened. "What party? I don't do parties." "The one where my ex-best friend of over ten years is getting plowed by my ex-boyfriend of six months. He thinks his shaft is broken." "Did you break it?" Nick asked as he casually strolled down the hall with the laptop bag in his fingertips. "No." She sipped her wine. "Regrettably." Grier fought a snicker when Nick tilted his head to one side at the man who was holding his shaft aloft studying it. "It does appear to have a rather deep bend in it. It's not very big, is it?" Nick commented dryly. "It's average and what he does with it is average as well, but I chalked it up to beginner's nerves since we only sx twice." Grier toed a pair of briefs from the floor on the tip of her Louboutin's and kicked them at Arlo. "Put them on and go get your shaft checked out." "Mr. Santos," Hazel was kneeling on the floor now desperate to find her pants and she was eyeballing Nick like he was her messiah. "Do we know each other?" "I interviewed with you the same day Grier did, and you gave her the job." "We interviewed twenty-six people the day Grier came in. You expect me to remember the twenty-five I didn't hire?" "We had a connection." He pulled his head back in revulsion before shaking it emphatically no. His face held the appearance of a man on the verge of vomiting. "Do not puke here," Grier held a finger at him before slowly turning her head to Hazel. "Is that what this is about? You're still pissed off after all this time I got this job, and you didn't? You're holding a grudge?" "I could have made him fall in love with me and you stole my chance. You knew I crushed on him and –" she paused as she realized the man she was confessing about was standing right there. "I've loved you for so long Nick Santos. We would be great together." She turned to Grier again, "you could have declined the job so I could get it and be with him!" "I was invited to the interview, Hazel. Invited. You applied for it, but I was invited by his prior administrative assistant." "On a fluke! It was a fluke because you helped her with her stupid coffee and pastries order and carried them to her car." "While you and three others stood there watching her struggle! Even though there were so many interviewees I was the one selected and you weren't. Besides, I've told you a thousand times, he's a prick to work for." She turned her head to face him, "sorry but you are." "Noted." Nick let the insult roll of his back like water off a duck. "I think I need to go to the emergency room," Arlo was slowly rising from his kneeling position. "I don't care. What you do need to do is get out of my condo. Both of you." "Grier, can we talk, please?" Hazel whimpered. "I have nobody else. I'm sorry." "You f**d my boyfriend. I told you last weekend about how I thought maybe I was catching feelings for him, which led me to sleep with him Saturday night and Sunday morning and you fd him in my bed while I was away." "You were away with Nick." "It's Mr. Santos to you." Nick sneered at Hazel. "And she was at work. We weren't having intercourse." He gave Grier a look, "this is the kind of company you keep?" "Not anymore. Hazel, you need to get out. Leave my key on the counter." "You can't just –" "Just what?" she finally raised her voice an ounce. "Cut you out of my life? Watch me. You brought someone I told you I cared about into my place and had intercourse with him. God only knows how long this has been going on." "How long has it been going on?" Nick asked Arlo who was slowly stepping into his trousers, his face contorted with pain. Grier was starting to believe maybe his shaft really was broken. He was moving quite slowly. "Almost a month." "How many times did you have intercourse with Hazel," he sneered the name, "in Grier's bed." "This was the first time in this bed. Hazel wanted to borrow a pair of shoes for our date, so we came in to get them and –" "Date? You were taking her on a date?" Grier growled, "Jesus Christ, you were taking her on a date, and you thought in your infinite wisdom, to borrow my belongings to do so and then got distracted by having intercourse in my bed!" "Grier" Nick motioned to the wine glass, "have another sip." He texted on his phone, his jaw tense. She downed the glass and grumbled, "I just want them out of here." "I'm working on it. Barrett is on his way with his team." "Who is Barrett?" Arlo asked as he tried to get his shoes on. "This feels far too civilized considering I came in and caught you having intercourse in my bed. Can you please hurry up and get out?" "Agreed," Nick nodded. "Mr. Santos?" a voice called from down the hall. "Down here, Barrett. Miss Bush came home to find trespassers in her apartment. Remove them. I believe the man may need medical attention but do not offer it to him. He can find his own way." "Yes sir." Grier in five years had never figured out whether Barrett was his first or last name, but the man was massive yet with the finesse of a serpent, he squeezed between Grier and Nick and motioned for two men with him. "I've got him. You get the girl. I hate carrying the girls. They do that," he motioned to where Hazel started to thrash and kick violently as she was dragged from the room. "Make her leave the key to Miss Bush's condo, please." Nick called out as the couple were escorted out. Hazel's pleas for Grier to just listen slid along Grier's spine like nails on a chalkboard. When finally, there was silence again in the condo she looked at the bed and sighed, "I really liked that duvet cover and now I'm going to have to burn it." Huffing frustratedly she considered all the ways she could fix the pretty cover and none of them were ever going to work. She looked at her boss who was still there and motioned to the laptop bag he still held onto. "You can set it on the floor there. I apologize for making you bring it up." "I wanted you to have it in case I needed you over the weekend." "You told me when I booked the flights back I could have the entire weekend since we were coming back early." "A billion dollar company doesn't run itself, Grier. If I work, you work." Rubbing her head with frustration she returned her attention back to the task at hand. "Fine but I want it noted, if you make me work this weekend, I'll probably be unable to talk you down off ledges you climb up. In my current frame of mind, I might let you fire everyone." She suddenly had a new appreciation for the video he sent to the wives. "Also, I take back my anger over the videos. They have the right to know." Nick Santos watched his unflappable administrative assistant and quirked an eyebrow. This was not the way he would have expected any woman to behave upon coming home to such a scene. "Different insight now?" he queried poking his tongue in his cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes. I hope they all get revenge on their cheating asses." "Is it what you want to do? Revenge?" He studied her as she tugged the bed, careful not to touch where she obviously felt her friend was getting fd and then balled the blanket onto the floor. "I don't know. This isn't my first rodeo with cheating boyfriends, but I didn't expect it to be with her. I do everything for her. I considered her a second sister." She stared down at the bed and then gave a loud sigh, "it can't be fixed, can it?" "Will you be alright?" "Yeah. She didn't drink my wine, so I'll finish the bottle and then sleep in my guest room. Tomorrow I'll go buy a new mattress and bedding but I really liked this one. It's my Christmas themed one." She kicked it with her toe before moving to take off the pillow shams as well and tossed them on the pile. "I bought it in this cute little shop back home." "Back home?" "Coldreach, Colorado." "Is it where you're going for your holidays over Christmas? You leave Tuesday, correct?" He was still annoyed she was taking the full time off. In his family vacation time, especially this time of year, was never on the agenda. Yet for the last five years she always left a week before Christmas and came back the first working day after New Years Day. This year she was taking sixteen full days because HR told her she needed to use the rest of her days up despite the fact it was him who'd cancelled two of her vacations earlier in the year. "Yes." She gave a not-so-ladylike snort, "and to think my mother was begging me to bring Arlo with me. First guy I've dated seriously in forever and she was so excited to meet him even though I told her a million times it wasn't time yet. Took me six months to relax enough around him to sleep with him and then I come home to this five days later. I should have trusted my gut. I hope his shaft really is broken. Is it wrong to wish a lifetime of shaft pain to a man?" She sat on the edge of her bed and looked at the wine glass she'd set on the nightstand. "Maybe I'll wait until I get home and see if any of the ladies from mom's quilting guild have a Christmas cover, they've made and haven't sold yet. I really liked this duvet cover!" "You seem more perturbed over the loss of the duvet than the boyfriend." He did truly find her reaction to this whole thing confusing. Shouldn't she be wailing and crying and throwing things? He knew for a fact if it was one of his sisters going through this, there would be things flying off the shelves and people would be harmed far more than a broken shaft. "Hazel says my heart was broken so badly by my high school boyfriend that it's irreparable and every man I date I hold at arm's length because I'm scared to be hurt. She calls me Ice Queen Elsa as a joke. She's probably right but I have a tough time trusting people and now I know why! I dated him for six months. We've been on maybe ten or eleven dates in this time, and I told her Saturday I thought maybe my frozen heart was starting to thaw a bit. We booked a date Saturday night, and she helped me get ready and told me to stop holding back and to give in. She sat right here," she waved to her bed, "on Sunday afternoon and made me dish to her about how it all went." Suddenly the emotion of her friend's betrayal hit her, "to find out she already knew what he was like in bed because she was banging him before me," she wiped a single tear off her cheek. "Her betrayal hurts way more than his. How could she do this to me?" "Jealousy? She wants me and you work for me. It's what she said." It ran along his skin like an army of cockroaches. "She might be slightly obsessed with you." Grier grimaced. "It doesn't matter how much truth I tell her about you, she reads a lot of those romance novels with the gruff CEO and the naïve receptionist. Except she's not naïve." "What was her st about you stealing her job?" He wanted to change the subject. It was making him itchy. "She'd applied for the job as your admin assistant the day it was posted. She works at the front desk of the lobby of the building she has a degree in office management. I was working as Mr. Pink's admin assistant in the finance department and was content so didn't apply. Your outgoing admin assistant was coming through the door with far too many things for one woman to carry," she shot him an annoyed look and he was in no doubt he'd done it to her as well many times in the last several years, "and I helped her. We got to talking and she insisted I add my name to the pool. I didn't. She found out I hadn't, and she added it. She felt I would be a better fit than any other candidates because she and I were similar in personality." "I would have hired you on the spot but because of HR we were forced to go through the remaining ten interviews. It was torture. I knew what I wanted but because of HR policy everyone needed to have their fair shot just in case there was someone better. There wasn't." He paused, "so Hazel works at the front desk?" He truly didn't recall ever seeing her there, not as if he usually studied his receptionists. "Yes." "She truly wants to f**k me?" He was completed insulted by the notion. Who did the girl think she was? "Does it bother you?" "You do see how much lip filler she has, right? As her friend, did you not tell her the bee sting look shouldn't mean her lips look ready to explode. I wouldn't let her near my shaft in case her lips exploded and then I'd have a lawsuit on my hands. Also, her hair. Did you see her hair? I bet when you take a fistful it crunches. Why is her hair so blonde when I bet her roots are the color of my shoes." "Geez, tell me how you really feel." "I also," he moved to stand in front of her, "have no use for any woman who would betray her own friend like this. I don't care what her excuse is, if you take her back as your friend, I'll fire you so fast your head will spin, and I'll gladly pay for the wrongful dismissal." He meant it. He wouldn't tolerate having a doormat as his assistant. She needed to be strong and letting leaches suck you dry was not a good look.	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2,703,088	/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. I recognize that deep, chocolate tone, and it sends a rush of heat straight between my legs. It can’t be…	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.s	Fantasy Fiction World	https://www.facebook.com/61557080008468/	95	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now		play.google.com	IMAGE		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.stardust.kissreader	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481985328_982953456653586_6418626396858884828_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7FYq7s0uUkIQ7kNvgGSZwmb&_nc_oc=Adg5JD9eN-0LjhvoTYSCT9eq1Apcwh6ZsycoLPB7NQ61D8KV3vn2Qdg9kLP4c9tWcqedMxcP7EQ8mn_s95FeY517&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=ASWfxq4nO5bCbMXjOyWC4fH&oh=00_AYDvu5jGDrtoMmtqWd3IQflflIoeTFMLGJ191EphyWFs3g&oe=67C5D377	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Fantasy Fiction World	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,927	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Nancy Nguyen	CUỘC TÁI SINH CỦA ĐẠI BÀNG: AI CŨNG CÓ MỘT BẦU TRỜI, BẠN CHỈ CẦN CAN ĐẢM THAY ĐỔI ĐỂ CẤT CÁNH BAY! Trong giai đoạn bước ngoặc và trước những quyết định quan trọng của mỗi người hay một tổ chức, luôn luôn có một câu chuyện phía sau. Tôi mong muốn chia sẻ câu chuyện này đến với các bạn, một câu chuyện không mới nhưng mang một niềm cảm hứng không bao giờ cũ. Cuộc tái sinh của loài Đại bàng Cuộc đời chim Đại Bàng kéo dài khoảng 70 năm. Nhưng để sống được quãng đời đó, nó phải trải qua một quyết định khó khăn. Đến 40 năm tuổi, móng vuốt chim Đại Bàng dài ra, mềm đi, làm nó không còn bắt và quắp mồi được nữa. Mỏ dài và sắc của nó nay cùn đi, cong lại… Đôi cánh trở nên nặng nề với bộ lông mọc dài, làm nó vất vả khi bay lượn, bắt mồi. Lúc này, nó đứng trước hai sự lựa chọn: - Một là: cứ như vậy và chịu chết. - Hai là: nó sẽ phải tự trải qua một giai đoạn thay đổi đau đớn kéo dài 150 ngày. Trong tiến trình đó, nó bay lên một đỉnh núi đá và gõ mỏ vào đá cho đến khi mỏ cũ gãy rời ra. Chim Đại Bàng chờ cho mỏ mới mọc ra, rồi dùng mỏ bẻ gãy các móng vuốt cũ đã mòn. Khi có móng vuốt mới, nó nhổ các lông già trên mình đi. Và sau 5 tháng, chim Đại Bàng lại bay lượn chào mừng cuộc tái sinh và sống thêm 30 năm nữa. Vậy chúng ta có chọn trải qua quá trình đau đớn để thay đổi bản thân mình, trở nên dũng mãnh hơn, cất cánh bay lượn một lần nữa và vươn xa hơn trên bầu trời? Cánh chim đại bàng dũng mãnh khiến mỗi chúng ta liên tưởng đến hành trình của mỗi người trên hành trình chinh phục ước mơ. Càng trưởng thành, càng va vấp, chúng ta càng rụt rè, e ngại, … hay chúng ta càng mạnh mẽ hơn, càng khát khao hơn? Thậm chí, qua những vấp ngã, bị cuốn vào guồng công việc hàng ngày, còn có những cánh chim đại bàng quên mất cả bầu trời và khả năng bay lượn của mình hay chính xác là quên mất cả việc “mỗi người đều có nguồn nội lực và tiềm năng phát triển cao hơn rất nhiều những gì chúng ta nghĩ!” Tôi tin rằng mỗi người đều có câu trả lời của riêng mình. Quyết định chỉ có một, không có lựa chọn nào khác ngoài việc phải tự thay đổi bản thân mình để phát triển, can đảm đón nhận những thử thách, dám sáng tạo, dám từ bỏ một thói quen, tiếp nhận những góc nhìn – quan điểm mới lạ, thay đổi cách nhìn nhận vấn đề, … Khi đó, bạn sẽ thấy góc văn phòng không còn đơn điệu, bạn có vô số việc lý thú phải hoàn thành, kế hoạch – ý tưởng chưa trình bày với Sếp, những dự định nho nhỏ cho bản thân và gia đình sẽ thực hiện, ... lớn hơn, mỗi người sẽ thấy có cả một bầu trời rộng lớn ngoài kia chờ mình khám phá. Hi vọng, câu chuyện Cuộc tái sinh của loài Đại bàng sẽ mang lại những trải nghiệm thú vị và nguồn cảm hứng cho tất cả mọi người: AI CŨNG CÓ MỘT BẦU TRỜI, BẠN CHỈ CẦN CAN ĐẢM THAY ĐỔI ĐỂ CẤT CÁNH BAY!”	LIKE_PAGE	https://www.facebook.com/501115796427764	Nancy Nguyen	https://www.facebook.com/nancynguyen13807/	24	1969-12-31 18:00	Like Page		facebook.com	IMAGE		https://www.facebook.com/501115796427764	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481306684_978692537137951_8357880758458445841_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xQYz3kPnf2wQ7kNvgG0Ptl5&_nc_oc=AdgtWb1jYdyr7jE1BdYQO8gkOGR4J3fjfc69MsTD4woHogtx8kg5rsqnfRtn3vtYwe-vK6IDpER10RUIBCg2k_Fq&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjwKPlhjx_nMhwPOqnZs2nO&oh=00_AYDTx6nNLCbXROVElgu1AgXYnkZspa8XMdIOkGftbF8_hA&oe=67C5CE88	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Nancy Nguyen	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,933	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702929}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Foreverland Country Dance		LEARN_MORE	https://www.eventbrite.com/e/foreverlands-strawber	Natalie Foreverland Dance Coach	https://www.facebook.com/NatalieForeverlandDanceCoach/	844	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More		eventbrite.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.eventbrite.com/e/foreverlands-strawberry-sweetheart-country-dance-tickets-168526365897?aff=oddtdtcreator	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480788554_1461626971577407_385006653170160824_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CR79f5LI2GgQ7kNvgFgHmtZ&_nc_oc=AdiLvtmQtecqhhx0l5etih9tzikKy1pHkd_pm6mR39QyNjJkFcaEnFLYMr8Skp7kzYiqIGP6YQWkIY_KZpoC52yo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AQqPLw_aziayoeesalssI6D&oh=00_AYDwa71-FUFFvsFNMj4TZa4bZ0Bm48W3_67KFQHgD42jQA&oe=67C5FC17	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Natalie Foreverland Dance Coach	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,809	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702802}'	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
2,703,448	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703801}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Phúc lợi VIP từ nhà phát hành	💎[Đăng nhập tặng HỒN HOÀN]💎 👉 Không nhầm đâu, là hồn hoàn thập vạn niên đó 🎁 Nhập THANKIEMVIP nhận VIP12 🎁 Nhập HONHOANFREE nhận hồn hoàn trị giá 2 triệu 🎁 Nhập TAIGAMENGAY nhận 1 tỷ kim cương 🎁 Nhập KTLT6868 nhận 50 vạn KNB 👉 Tự hào là game MMO hot nhất 2025! Tải ngay!	PLAY_GAME	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=vn.vp	Hội ghiền review game	https://www.facebook.com/61573484615362/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Play game		play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=vn.vplay.honhoan.r001a	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481264954_1678177693123765_6290661208614516102_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FltwMs3OjkYQ7kNvgG1ZhEg&_nc_oc=AdggMnAIIdUFew0Z3owRns7TV-TQfNxZo4ZRryxEn9N6INsNDWNGDKn9vByF9XLdxmwHc_WcQU5A9rSCVoHkLAcy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=ARz0mmDZoEoTID_iHA_wgJQ&oh=00_AYChWrebcr709jvZmmGMfOqF8odZTAVrjiLKmHUjpfk5QA&oe=67C5F14A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Hội ghiền review game	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,652	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703651}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	GET TICKETS NOW!	see KILL TONY legend & America's Got Talent Finalist Ahren Belisle live in Wichita Mar 5!	ORDER_NOW	https://www.eventbrite.com/e/ahren-belisle-live-at	Ahren Belisle Comedy	https://www.facebook.com/AhrenComedy/	61,603	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now		eventbrite.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://www.eventbrite.com/e/ahren-belisle-live-at-vorshays-tickets-1236539084689?utm-campaign=social&utm-content=attendeeshare&utm-medium=discovery&utm-term=listing&utm-source=cp&aff=ebdsshcopyurl	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481898847_667153259076190_3343588700874759861_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SYbDLplnY4cQ7kNvgGgAW1K&_nc_oc=AdgAX7iErPkUBkufrdLlsmgNbGkPJowYze3yEYJ8ZqdTGuVwXz982swxEV8NZWtF_WpJkaik3GmIG4g8WyAZUM8_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AWx0_0-pYENfxNBgS3QEtVH&oh=00_AYAkSwPS9SOVmF9YtmB-g7atGv4RmTh9ULOTwxV-MdwCtw&oe=67C60157	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Ahren Belisle Comedy	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,114	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		🔹 MẤT RĂNG NHIỀU - ĐEO HÀM THÁO LẮP CÓ PHẢI GIẢI PHÁP TỐT NHẤT? 🔹 👉 Chị Ánh Tuyết hiện đang gặp tình trạng mất răng nhiều, hàm trên chỉ còn 6 răng, hàm dưới còn 8 răng và đang sử dụng hàm tháo lắp. Tuy nhiên, chị vẫn chưa hài lòng vì cảm giác ăn nhai không chắc chắn và thẩm mỹ chưa đạt như mong muốn. ✨ Với mong muốn tìm một giải pháp tốt hơn, chị đã tìm đến Nha khoa SGC để được bác sĩ thăm khám và tư vấn chuyên sâu. Liệu cấy ghép implant hay bắc cầu sứ sẽ là lựa chọn phù hợp nhất với chị? 📌 Mời mọi người cùng theo dõi buổi thăm khám 1:1 giữa chị Ánh Tuyết và bác sĩ SGC để hiểu rõ hơn về tình trạng này! 💬 Nếu cô chú, anh chị cũng đang gặp tình trạng tương tự và muốn tìm giải pháp ăn nhai chắc chắn - thẩm mỹ đẹp dài lâu, hãy đặt lịch ngay hôm nay để được tư vấn và thăm khám MIỄN PHÍ! ----------------------- 🏢 NHA KHOA SGC ⛳ Địa chỉ: 34 Hồ Biểu Chánh, Phường 11, Phú Nhuận, Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh, Việt Nam ⏰ Thời gian làm việc: 8h00 - 20h00 📞 SĐT: 028 999 59597 🔷 Website: https://nhakhoasgc.com/ 🔶 Instagram: @nhakhoasgc #nhakhoasgc #sgcdentalcenter #nhakhoasgcdentalcenter #implant #bocrangsu	MESSAGE_PAGE		Đội ngũ chuyên khoa Răng-Hàm-Mặt Q. Phú Nhuận. SGC Dental Center	https://www.facebook.com/61567033435320/	4,086	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message			VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481815258_561775079970156_5321493674623580161_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kPSDrZNGqPUQ7kNvgGWceRj&_nc_oc=AdgL6FceK0slntxOi1VxQwHtjDyIkm21aB7goXq9-b_tJTxBwlkr6ilQOYyf0Qh4BMetTr2pEimLMr0ELUJqJwua&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AO8bkoaO4mD4lC3OAga2Xv7&oh=00_AYBcO4s8Qa7UvMMwFxrH16HlfoVrCTkBBlIZ30tCt9Be6w&oe=67C5F8A4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Đội ngũ chuyên khoa Răng-Hàm-Mặt Q. Phú Nhuận. SGC Dental Center	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,704,090	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643		💛 . . . #explore #explorepage #viral #viralvideo #model #ootd #ootdfashion #challenge #reels #fashion #fashoinmodel #gay #gaymen #lgbtq #lgbt #men #malemodel #swimwear #beach	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/dezlking	Dez L. King	https://www.facebook.com/dezlkingofficial/	78	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile		instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/dezlking	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480703229_9763002933719413_4872039064575069115_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9AypHAaAyQcQ7kNvgGm30dQ&_nc_oc=AdjApW6hpOWHWsmPx_ccz8FesrlzXKRFJGpP9NVUE7uej06yoFXbMlzJrVqOQy9ddsLrM1AhGCxS0dMU-u9ul_Hr&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AoIO_D5V3LKqGNTR3txU6wU&oh=00_AYAUjUU7Xz2R9f9TcEBZbaLeQBg8t88MfDa2Dg3TTHORAA&oe=67C5F158	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dez L. King	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,703,094	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703092}'	Yes	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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2,703,883	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703870}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Spring Summer '25	Calling all brides - wrap yourself in Carolyn Rowan Collection.	SHOP_NOW	https://carolynrowancollection.com/collections/bri	Carolyn Rowan Accessories	https://www.facebook.com/carolynrowanaccessories/	130	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now		carolynrowancollection.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://carolynrowancollection.com/collections/bridal	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480855476_1350099662856922_6801394356123284015_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jikJHqPHufAQ7kNvgFk62TG&_nc_oc=AdgTjnOILHsdTuevwRkJNTLUpVSMHsT6dHmKQvHhz2KpXl-glyWBB9TEm7IB_PEQF_iEPr4hZsRsuQK55PjaC12P&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=ACfcmW-qv6fgucvJIxqMTtu&oh=00_AYBYdsBgprGgCW2W2iFExYwsAzSLiEV-hy0eLc_J0K3A1Q&oe=67C5FE1B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Carolyn Rowan Accessories	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,829	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702802}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	¡Acompáñanos en la próxima reunión!	¿Dependes del transporte público? Ayúdanos a identificar tus necesidades de transporte en una de las próximas reuniones.	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-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/482085779_1834098590699021_6475883201204746453_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=evjB-Mlv2k4Q7kNvgEB-StC&_nc_oc=AdizbXPb6i1I1uUbiEtq6E7C1lUEO_UO4BmTK_7FaB5axeBVOKJ9wR4UvJsH6YS1GQIEWwwhGVVg9jQ0tdXTCBjo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjiZdy0N-h5dyVLgjnOUYnS&oh=00_AYAAfq1Q1ly3pSb61nu1cPuEQqWMyH2UMsHTkCng8nZX1A&oe=67C5CC5D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	NCTCOG Transportation Department	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,112	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702934}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	Để lại SỐ ĐIỆN THOẠI nhận ưu đãi!	Mũi tẹt, mũi gãy đến Tiên biến hoá là sẽ đẹp lộng lẫy! Cả nhà nếu thích dáng mũi này thì comment bên dưới Tiên dành tặng khuyến mãi và quà tặng đặc biệt nhé! #tmvthuytien #nangmui #phauthuatthammy #pttm	MESSAGE_PAGE		Thẩm Mỹ Viện Thủy Tiên	https://www.facebook.com/100064499480231/	998,953	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message	CÔNG TY CỔ PHẦN DỊCH VỤ VÀ TRUYỀN THÔNG MINH KHANG		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481774257_621100634069455_8892794823193071311_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PnuoIg54CZcQ7kNvgGj-Ccu&_nc_oc=AdjNKzfYQ-4J-iajwjD_60U3U0t6wWl9SZUf6R6hLXeavtZ1I0rsnRtGE1Rrk7142U6tg5uGCpx5fXEwQgMWNqtQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=AO8bkoaO4mD4lC3OAga2Xv7&oh=00_AYAHXjNN5roSl7ShDCIPpF5RRwsILnF2OUMhlb3T_OElwg&oe=67C5F506	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Thẩm Mỹ Viện Thủy Tiên	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,820	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703816}'	No	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643			SHOP_NOW	https://gayprideapparel.com/	Gay Pride Apparel	https://www.facebook.com/gayprideapparel/	21,278	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now		gayprideapparel.com	CAROUSEL		https://gayprideapparel.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481239685_1824060515009972_1794299271363529498_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=z31-kKITOKIQ7kNvgHOyPga&_nc_oc=AdjKjO-bCKcDmDKeGQUDRhYtduVtOWvnX27cfqXUcw1uz6Md3Vib6oFosgE6Vp1WnOfC1SBiX-mHftiZqh5R0BE_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AmyJjBuyMF0NRrPZw-Kz6W1&oh=00_AYCLL1zaTlqG6-znoIJ8xpuO7N5UqC3moN0rzOeNxYlEQQ&oe=67C5D959	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Gay Pride Apparel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,703,274	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2703267}'	Yes	2025-02-27 03:06	active	2643	LIVE NOW		SHOP_NOW	https://www.gumtreegolfandnature.com/shop/ny-colle	Gumtree Golf & Nature Club	https://www.facebook.com/gumtreegolfandnature/	42	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now		gumtreegolfandnature.com	CAROUSEL		https://www.gumtreegolfandnature.com/shop/ny-collection	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481206478_1364792254682994_3578283359029452631_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qctS5CGDX8AQ7kNvgHeN47E&_nc_oc=Adhr60gFm-Kttyg0JQSK9EgX02j8QOi1_9L58NQQIZQVwgJZoXVgctAR3F8eCy0Oow1P4ByoeTRa_JljM_Bzc5DQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AzgNUeOKDYxN4dJB_ESplIt&oh=00_AYCGrfyEW9Ogj7uwUXhyBF-vE8xVmK-VL5_z3k-kWpnunQ&oe=67C5F9F0	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Gumtree Golf & Nature Club	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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