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1,366,811	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366283}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1002147234664790	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Don't walk away from me, Zell," Kosta yelled.<br /> "Why not? You don't need me. You have Khalis here to take care of all your needs. She is welcome to you. I hope you all will be very happy together. As for me, I'm done. Good luck to you and this pack. I hope you can handle the fallout for you and your whore's actions."<br /> "Mind how you talk to me, Zell. I may be your mate, but I am still the alpha. As a matter of fact, as of right now, I am stripping you of all of your luna privileges."<br /> I spat. "You should know, you didn't deprive me of Luna's title, but I didn't want it myself. I no longer want it. As for the business, have you forgotten that I own 51% of every business we have? I will withdraw all of my personal finances from the pack."<br /> "Oh, and Alpha, You, of all people, know how ruthless I can be if pushed."<br /> ————————<br /> "Well Zel, I just wanted to let you know that I plan on being the Luna of this pack, and your days as Kosta's mate and luna are numbered. I have decided that I deserve to be luna of the third strongest pack in the nation. I mean why should you get everything and I get stuck with nothing?" Khalis says.<br /> <br /> Is this bimbo serious? I just sat there staring at her for a few seconds. Not much shocks me, but this is something else. I knew Khalis was selfish, but this is on a whole other level. There have been rumors about Khalis sleeping with mated males, but I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. I never thought we would be having this kind of conversation. We have been friends since elementary school. Her father and brothers are elite warriors in my father's pack. She was with me when Kosta declared we were mates. She even encouraged me to go with him when he begged me and my father to let me come to his pack with him before I turned 18. She moved to this pack with me, hoping to meet her own mate. She knows Kosta is my fated mate. The moon goddess chose for him me. We both have known Kosta for most of our lives. Kosta is one of my brother's best friends. I keep thinking about everything we have done together and now this bimbo is sitting in my office telling me she plans to take my mate. I'm really speechless. This is a new low, even for her.<br /> <br /> "Just so that I am clear, what exactly do you mean that you want my goddess-given mate and title," I asked.<br /> <br /> "I mean exactly what I said. I want Kosta. I want to be his luna and I am going to make that happen. I've already started the process. I deserve to be a luna."<br /> <br /> "So you just want to come in here and tell me that you want my mate? What about your own mate? Have you thought about that? If the goddess meant for you to be a luna, you would have been fated to an alpha."<br /> <br /> "I waited for my mate. I gave the goddess a chance to do right by me. She gave everyone around me an Alpha. My sister got one, my little ugly cousin got one and even you got one, but what did I get? I got a lowly elite warrior as a mate." She spat.<br /> <br /> "How can you speak like that about elite warriors? Your father and your brother are elite warriors."<br /> <br /> "I know, and I deserve better than that. I deserve to be a luna. I deserve to have people respect me and cater to me."<br /> <br /> "Well, obviously the goddess did not agree with you," I said. "Just to clarify, you're saying that even though you found your destined mate, the one that was made specifically for you by the goddess, you're still interested in my mate? You are unbelievable. What is wrong with you?"<br /> <br /> "It's simple. I'm not meant to be the mate of a warrior. I am meant to be a luna. The moon goddess got it wrong and I am correcting her mistake. As soon as I scented my fated mate and realized he was a warrior, I rejected him and he accepted my rejection. Good riddance."<br /> <br /> "So you think you know better than the goddess?" I asked.<br /> <br /> I am still somewhat shocked. I have a hard time reconciling this cold-blooded bimbo to the person that has been my best friend for over a decade.<br /> <br /> "Zell, I told you a long time ago not to trust her. She has always been this person. She just pretended with you." Sapphire said.<br /> <br /> "This isn't personal, Zell. It's simple since the moon goddess did not give me an alpha, I'm going to take one."<br /> <br /> This bimbo is sitting here calmly telling me she is going to take my mate from me like we are talking about going shopping. She actually thinks this is ok. How could I have been so blind for so long? Everyone tried to warn me about her, but she was my only friend and I just didn't want to believe that about her. I convinced myself that the others were just jealous of her.<br /> <br /> "Do you really think it is ok to try to break your best friend's mate bond?" I say.<br /> <br /> "Oh Honey, I'm not going to try. I'm going to do it. He will be mine. I'm just giving you the courtesy of walking away with your dignity. You might as well start making arrangements for yourself because once I am the luna, there is no way that I will let you remain in my pack. He may keep some tender feelings for you. After all, you are fated."<br /> <br /> "You got one thing right; Kosta and I are fated. You are not the first she-wolf to try to break our mate bond and since he is an alpha, I'm sure you won't be the last. I will tell you what I tell them all, If you can get Kosta to cheat on our bond, you can have him. If he can do that, then he is not the man I have believed him to be and wouldn't deserve me. You would be welcome to him. Just remember, it is because of me and my family that this pack is ranked third. All of that goes with me, but you would be more than welcome to whatever is left." I say.<br /> <br /> "It's not an if, it's a when it happens. And when you leave, Kosta will still be the alpha of this pack. You will just be the ex-luna of the pack. I will be the luna."<br /> <br /> "That's where you are wrong. I am alpha born; a pure-blooded alpha. If I leave, I will still be an alpha and you will still be that bimbo on the side. Some males may be dumb enough to sleep with you, but I have not seen any of the mate men you've been accused of leaving their mates for you. Even the ones who got rejected didn't choose to be with you. Now I suggest you leave my office while I am still being nice or else you will find out why I am feared by others. And if you are successful, don't think for a minute that my family will let either of you go."<br /> <br /> "I will leave for now. Enjoy this office while it is still yours. Your arrogance will be your downfall. Why should I fear you or your family? They have not even been around since your luna ceremony. I'll give you 1 week to make arrangements for yourself. In 7 days, all of this will be mine and you will be out. I will break you and completely disgrace you. I have to thank you for working so hard to build this pack up for me to take over. I will be sure to enjoy the fruit of your labor. I and my children will enjoy this. I am glad he listened to me early on when I told him to wait to have children so you could live your life first. I had to set the groundwork just in case. Now it's time for you to go before you give him an heir." Khalis says and walks out of my office like nothing happened.<br /> <br /> She has caused a lot of chaos since coming to this pack. I just didn't realize her character before now. I thought she was misunderstood. Now I know I was just naïve. It appears that I was the only person blind to her true nature.<br /> <br /> I spent the rest of the day working on pack security and setting up meetings. There are a few alphas wanting an alliance with us. Kosta and I have become quite the power couple in the werewolf society. Since we took over as alpha and luna, the pack and the businesses have grown tremendously. I put my heart and soul into making our pack the best. I got an early start. I graduated from high school when I was 16 and went to university. I graduated with a business degree at 20. Kosta has let me take the lead in our businesses. He knows that beast at negotiation and a whiz at growing businesses. I have acquired several new companies since working in the pack business. Kosta is still the CEO, but I am the COO of the company. I broker the deals and then call Kosta in to close the deal. Most alphas in our circle are jealous of Kosta because he has me at his side. Kosta used to be proud of me and what I did for the pack, but lately he has been resisting the changes I have been making and trying to take over more of the daily operations of the pack. He can't take it all because I am the sole financial backing of the pack and the businesses.<br /> <br /> I am known in werewolf society as a child prodigy, but don't get it twisted, I am not all brains. I can be very deadly when needed. I train every day. I am one of the strongest wolves alive, although I keep that hidden. I can be ruthless, but fair. I know that I am the total package. I am athletic, tall with curves in the right places. I've never been one to compete with other she-wolves. I thought I was happy and had a good life. I thought Khalis was happy. We used to talk about finding our fated mates. I just can't understand how or why Khalis would try to come between me and my mate. I wish I could believe that my bond was safe and solid, but Sapphire is right about Kosta acting suspiciously lately. Kosta has been questioning me a lot lately. It's like he woke up a different person one day. He suddenly lost trust in me, but I have never given him a reason to doubt me. I have found him outside of my door listening to business phone calls, which is crazy because he could just walk in at any time and join the conversation. I have never hidden anything I was doing from him. The worse thing is that our life is now nonexistent. Kosta is always too busy or too tired. His behavior has led me to believe that he is not attracted to me anymore. He had the nerve to ask me why I have been trying so hard to seduce him lately. Like he didn't just stop making love to me cold turkey all of a sudden. We went from making love every day, sometime multiple times a day, to nothing in over a month. Seems like he should have been worried if I didn't try to seduce him. I don't know any mated pair that has gone this long without being intimate with each other. I don't know what the issue is. If we were not marked, I would wonder if he was cheating, but I know he is not. I would have felt it. Why did all of this suddenly become so hard? Why do I even need to seduce my goddess-given mate? It was never supposed to be this way. At least not yet. I'm only 20 years old. Much too young to be going through a dry spell while mated.<br /> <br /> I got so desperate at one time I asked our friends what was going on with him. Kosta tells his beta and gamma everything. I figured if there was a problem, they would tell me and I could fix it, but they just said that he was under a lot of stress. What exactly does he have to stress about? The pack is doing better than it has been in years. In half a year, the pack will be self-sufficient again and won't need to depend on my finances to keep it afloat. I have everything set in motion for the pack to have more disposable cash and residual income. I have a feeling this has Khalis written all over it. Kosta appears to have fallen in line with her already. Maybe this was their plan all along. Kosta needed me to get his pack back on track and now that they are almost completely independent, they don't need me anymore. If that's the case, they are in for a rude awakening. My six-month plan depends on me closing several more deals. All of these deals are allies with my father, uncle, and grandfather. They will not work with Kosta if our bond falls apart. He would erase everything that I have done over the past three years. Well, that would be his problem.<br /> <br /> I got so caught up in working and thinking; I didn't realize I worked up to dinner time. No one called me for lunch. In fact, no one called me for dinner. That is strange. One of the omegas usually checks on me when I am working too much and makes sure I am eating. I guess everyone is following Kosta. Since he has not been showing me any care, they are not either. That really hurts. I sacrificed a lot for this pack. I thought they cared more than this for me. I should just go back to my room. I don't know if I want to be around this pack right now, especially if they could turn their backs on me this quickly. Were they all just using me for my family's wealth?<br /> <br /> "We need to eat Zell. Remember, we are eating for our pup as well. Don't let them win. We are better than this. If they show us they don't want us here, we will leave. Remember, we are alpha born. We will rise above this. We will go back to where we are celebrated. If they turn against us, they don't deserve us. We will sit back and let them destroy themselves."<br /> <br /> "You are right Sapphire. Let's go eat. Our pup needs sustenance."<br /> <br /> I went and cleaned myself up and walked to the dining room. As soon as I walked through the door, all the talking stopped. The whole place went silent. As I walked all the way in, I saw why everyone went silent. Khalis was sitting in my seat, putting food on Kosta's plate like she is the luna. When she saw me, she just smirked and kept doing what she was doing. Kosta just keep eating like I was not standing there. Sapphire stared, pushing forward. She wanted blood. I did too, but I have to think about our pup.<br /> <br /> "What is going on, Kosta? Why is she sitting in my seat feeding you?" I growled.<br /> <br /> "I meant no harm, Zell. You were busy, so I decided to take care of Kosta for you. Someone needs to care for him while you are caring for other things. "<br /> <br /> "I was speaking to my mate, not his bimbo on the side."<br /> <br /> "You were not here for your mate, so I have been taking care of his needs."<br /> <br /> Sapphire pushed forward and growled loudly. Everyone in the room bowed their neck to her.<br /> <br /> "I could kill you in less than 30 seconds, Khalis. I would advise you not to keep crossing my line and you will find yourself very dead. You obviously have forgotten who I am. Don't make me remind you what my family name is," Sapphire said.<br /> <br /> I regained control and looked at Kosta. He didn't even appear to be concerned. He didn't show an ounce of regret or remorse. That took a little of the fight out of me. Khalis can only do what Kosta allows her to do.<br /> <br /> "Kosta, I asked you a question. What is going on?"<br /> <br /> "As Khalis said, you were busy, so she came to do your job for you. If you spent more time catering to me, your mate, and less time working or whatever you are doing, Khalis wouldn't have to step in and take care of my needs." Kosta said.<br /> <br /> I and every pack member gasped. I could not believe he openly disrespected me like that after everything I have done for him and this pack. I did all of that for him. This ungrateful hip.<br /> <br /> "So now I'm working too much, making your pack financially secure? You were not complaining when the pack was bankrupted and I worked day and night just so you could feed the pack another day. I was working too hard then. It's only now that you think the pack is out of the woods that I am working too hard. Now that everyone is comfortable and not at risk of starving, you want to change. Ok, I see who you are now. So instead of appreciating the sacrifices I made for us and the pack, you are sitting here with your bimbo, enjoying the feast that my hard work made possible. I am glad I finally understand where your priorities lie. Trust me, I will never make the same mistake twice." I said and walked away.<br /> <br /> I need to get out of here before I wolf out and kill one of them. After tonight, Khalis can have him. He is not the male I thought he was. I refuse to fight for someone who can spit on all the effort I put into making him great.<br /> <br /> "Don't walk away from me, Zell," Kosta yelled.<br /> <br /> "Why not? You don't need me. You have Khalis here to take care of all your needs. She is welcome to you. I hope you all will be very happy together. As for me, I'm done. Good luck to you and this pack. I hope you can handle the fallout for you and your bimbo's actions."<br /> <br /> "Mind how you talk to me, Zell. I may be your mate, but I am still the alpha. As a matter of fact, as of right now, I am stripping you of all of your luna privileges."<br /> <br /> "Alpha, what are you doing?" Beta James asked<br /> <br /> "Mind your business Beta. This is my pack." Kosta says.<br /> <br /> "Yes, and as your beta and friend, it is my job to tell you when you are making a mistake. Alpha, you are dangerously close to crossing the line of no return. Let's all calm down and discuss this later." Beta James said.<br /> <br /> "Beta, my word stands. Zel, until you learn to respect me as your alpha, you can forget about representing this pack in any aspect. I will be instructing the security team to restrict all of your access. You are no longer the COO of our businesses. As of now, you are just a regular pact member with no power."<br /> <br /> "First of all Alpha." I spat. "Respect is earned. While you are trying to throw your weight around, you can have the luna title back. I no longer want it. As for the business, have you forgotten that I own 51% of every business we have? I also provide 60% of the pack budget from my personal accounts. So while you can restrict my duties as Luna, you cannot touch the business, but I'll do you a solid. You can buy me out of the business and I will withdraw all of my personal finances from the pack."<br /> <br /> I can see that he had forgotten how dependent his pack was on me, but oh well. He made his bed. Now he and his bimbo can lie in it.<br /> <br /> "Oh, and Alpha, if you try to strong-arm me, I will have to call in the full loan that I gave this pack when we mated. Remember, we signed a contract for the loan. You have only paid me a small portion of the loan and I have not pushed the issue, but the contract is legal and binding. Don't push me, Kosta. You, of all people, know how ruthless I can be if pushed."<br /> <br /> I walked off again and made it as far as the stairs. I realized that I could not stay in my current room anymore. There is no way on this goddess-green earth that I want to be in a room with Kosta. Not that he has really shared it with me lately. Now I know why. Khalis has been feeding him and he has been eating it up. They both miscalculated. They thought I would be leaving here with nothing. The jokes on them. I may have been in love, but there is no love in business. I may have put my all into saving this pack and making it independently wealthy, but my parents did not raise a fool and I protected my finances. I invested millions in this company and pack. Did he really think I would protect my money? Does he not remember the prenup my father made him sign since I was a minor when he brought me to this pack? He never gained control over my finances.<br /> <br /> Khalis just showed her hand. After what I just saw, she has a right to be confident. Kosta has completely changed. He is not the man that I mated. He is not the boy that I followed around when I was younger. I don't know what happened or when he changed. Maybe this is who he really is and, like with Khalis, I just never saw his true self. He must have hidden it from my father and brother as well. There is no way they would have let me come here when I was 17 if they knew this was how he would end up treating me. I can see now that it is over between Kosta and me. I need to start planning my exit. I pulled up my computer and moved all of my finances from the pack accounts. I closed all the joint accounts I had with Kosta. It was mostly my money that financed them. I left the ones that he financed in his name. I don't want anything from him at all. After I handle business, I call my brother. I will need his help to leave here safely. Now that Kosta knows that all the money is still tied up with me, I doubt he will let me leave easily. I'm sure he and the bimbo are plotting up something.<br /> <br /> I called my brother and tall him waht happened.<br /> <br /> "So what's the plan, baby sis?" my brother answered.<br /> <br /> "Well, I have already moved all of my personal money from the pack accounts. They are now responsible for themselves. I'm not sure how that is going to go over. I was covering most of the pack's budget. Tomorrow, I will contact my attorneys to protect all of my other assets. I also plan to call our allies and let them know that I am no longer associated with the pack. I am erasing everything I've done over the past three years. They will need to start over from scratch and rebuild it all on their own. There is no way they will get to enjoy my hard work. No, sir."<br /> <br /> "Very smart Zell. What do you need me to do?"	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1,366,700	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366162}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	954043632884323	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	Would he seriously reject me without knowing me? I couldn't stop the tears from pricking at the corners of my eyes, my breath was hurting me so badly, I could barely breathe. I knew then and there he was definitely going to do it. I just couldn't believe my luck was that bad. Hadn't I had enough pain in my life?<br /> No I guess I had not. The first and only words I heard that came from his mouth not just broke but completely shattered my already torn up heart. "I, Lance Edwards reject you, Lizzie Carpenter as my mate."<br /> _____________<br /> Lizzie's POV: (8:15am)<br /> "Lizzie, get your stupid, worthless, fat hip down here right now!" Shouted Tommy, my older brother. I groaned sleepily, I was up until the early hours of the morning clearing up the mess from Tommy's party last night. He never let me go to them, however he forced me to clear up and pay for the damage that his friends did to the house. After our parents died 5 years ago this is what my life has been like day after day.<br /> Everyone makes fun of my appearance no matter what I do or wear; they spit hateful words, push me into lockers, trample over me and beat me. I know for a fact that I'm not fat or over weight because I rarely get a chance to eat. My life is a living inferno. You're probably thinking along the lines of: Why don't you just stick up for yourself? I do as I matter of fact, I spit spiteful words back. I slapped my ex- best friend in the face when she called me a bimbo. I even threw her and her new 'friends' into the nearby lake when it was freezing cold. However this never ended well for me, Tommy or one of his gang would always make me pay in any way possible. I was sick and I was tired of this, I wanted to get out. It's as simple as that. No one really cares for me around here so why would they care if I left for good?<br /> As I looked in the mirror for the first time in weeks I realized how sad and depressed I really looked. I looked like I had been through inferno and back; my hair was dull and messy. My baby white eyes had lost their once bright shine; instead they had dark circles underneath. I hadn't slept well in months and I could tell it was starting to show. My clothes were ruffled and dirty and my cheeks held little to no pink colour. I looked like a ghost, I barely recognised the girl staring back at me. She was so lost, so broken; she was so different from the young girl I once remembered before my parent's accident. In fact she was different; I wasn't the same girl that I had been. My eyes had already seen so much, too much.<br /> The only reason I hadn't left or died yet is because I am waiting for my sixteenth birthday which will be happening tomorrow as that is when I will hopefully find my one and only, my other half or mostly known as my soul mate. The one that is supposed to love and protect me as I will them. If I discover my mate is not here I will leave to find him, if he is here I hope that he will take me away from my misery. I will also have my wolf; I wonder what she looks like.<br /> "Lizzie! I won't ask again!" Yelled Tommy louder, I knew if I didn't go down now, there would certainly be terrible price to pay. Sighing quietly, I quickly ran downstairs as fast as my tired legs could go. I knew from the moment in which I entered the kitchen that Tommy was extremely angry, would he hit me again like he did last night? I locked my gaze with his for the briefest of seconds and my gaze locked with not my brother, but a complete stranger to me. My brother used to love me, hold me, hug me and tell me the sweetest of things. His eyes had always been full of happiness and love however as I locked my gaze with him this time, I realized his gaze held nothing but hatred.<br /> Tears slowly made their way to the corner of my eyes; however I refused to let them fall. Never will I give anyone the satisfaction of knowing how much they really are hurting me. I refused to give in to the pain and hatred. I was better than that, I was better than them I kept telling myself night after night. But the more time that past the less and less I believed my words were true. They had broken me and deep down inside I knew I would never be the same sweet girl I had been. I was a broken girl whose only wish was to be fixed whole again and I knew as long as I stayed here the wish would never come true.<br /> I had nothing to say to him and it looked like he felt the same way. I let the awkward silence stretch between us; I moved my feet from side to side waiting for him to speak. Give me a command, anything! However he remained silent watching me. Suddenly the silence was broken when Bryony my ex-best friend walked in with her two friends trailing behind, Katie and Sarah their names were. She completely ignored me; in fact she pushed past me like I wasn't even there and went over to my brother pecking him on the cheek. He glared at me before pecking her on the lips, it turned to an almost full make out session. Disgusted I looked away, finally they broke apart.<br /> She turned to me before hissing quietly, "Get cleaning the kitchen and making me my food, worthless mutt."<br /> Without a word I turned to the cooker and switched it on. I made her favourite, curry. I decided to get a little payback for last night when she dumped cake all over me in front of everyone. I was going to make her curry extra spicy. I knew she didn't like her curry hot so why not make it like that? I could not exactly hit her or say anything hurtful as Tommy was in the room watching me like a hawk. So I did the only thing I could do, I placed hot spicy chillies in her food.<br /> I was just about done cooking it and about to serve it when Merissa the leader of the bimbos walked in. Like a bimbo she wore masses of makeup, a skirt that only just managed to cover herself and a top that to me looks more like a bra with thicker straps than anything else. Ignoring me she sat in the seat next to Bryony. With a sad glance in her direction which Bryony didn't even notice I turned away. How stupid was I to think that friends were forever? That they'd keep their promises no matter what? She traded me to become popular and popular she became, but she lost the one person who would have stood by her side no matter the cost. I bet her new 'friends' would kill her to save their own .<br /> "Hurry up, you worthless piece of trash! I want my food now!" Merissa shouted angrily making me jump in surprise. Quickly I finished serving it up and tried to leave as fast as I possibly could, I knew as soon as they realized what I had done there would be terrible price to pay. However I wasn't fast enough. Merissa had already taken a mouthful; I knew from the facial expression that the chillies had burned her tongue instantly. I just about held back a smile, payback's a peck. Turning around quickly I tried to make my escape, I was stopped though when my hair was pulled, the unexpectedness of the pain made me stumble back slightly. It wasn't far but it was enough. I turned around ready to slap whoever it was and it turned out to be Merissa like I had been expecting. I went to slap her but I never got the chance. Boiling hot water was poured all over my arm.<br /> I screamed in extreme pain, my eyes immediately going blurry from the tears. I glanced at Tommy, expecting him to do something, say something, anything to help me. But instead his eyes remained cold as he watched as his little sister was abused. How stupid was I to think he would actually help me? He wasn't my brother, not anymore. Just by the pain I could tell that my arm would be burning and blistering. This would surely take hours to heal. Again Merissa poured the water on my arm and again I screamed and begged her to stop. She just laughed evilly and walked away with Bryony and her friends trailing behind her.<br /> I didn't expect Tommy to help me but neither did I expect him to get involved. Walking over to me where I was now lying, crying on the floor, now letting the tears flow freely from my eyes. I was busy cradling my arm to my chest to expect Tommy's kick in my side. I screamed loudly knowing that one if not two of my ribs were now badly broken. Again and again he kicked me and again and again I asked for him to stop. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I screamed out,<br /> "Tommy! What would mum and dad think of you for doing this to me!?"<br /> That made him stop for the briefest of seconds. His eyes went blurry with sadness before they went cold again. I whimpered quietly, with one last kick in my side he walked away, just as he was about to walk through the door he paused before he replied,<br /> "You are not my sister." Then everything faded to darkness. Darkness that I welcomed as it took away my pain and suffering. Darkness I wished I would never wake from.<br /> Lizzie's POV<br /> I painfully opened my eyes to discover I was back in my 'bedroom' or mostly known by normal people as the attic. How on earth did I get here? I remember placing chillies in the curry, I remember the extreme pain when the boiling water was poured on my arm once Merissa realized, I remember Tommy kicking me breaking my ribs. I remember him telling me that I wasn't his sister and finally I remember blacking out from the pain. What I don't remember is waking up and walking back to my room, so if I didn't walk back to my room who had finally taken pity on me?<br /> My side was itching so I slowly moved the bed cover and glanced down at my arm and ribs to discover that they were covered in a white cloth. Surprised I tried to move only to hiss in pain, relaxing my very sore muscles I let myself fall back to its original position. I happened to glance at my small chest of draws to discover there was a large glass of water along with two red and white pills as well as a crumpled note. Forcing my broken body into a sitting position I reached carefully for the crumpled up note, it read,<br /> Take the two painkillers by the glass of water; I know for a fact you'll need them.<br /> - B<br /> Who on earth had wrote this? I didn't recognise the handwriting and neither did I recognise the noticeable scent that came along with it. All I knew whoever it was is a hybrid and they're not from this pack. I guess I had them to thank for saving my life and helping me. I took the painkillers from the side of the chest of draws and placed them in my mouth, I drank them down with the glass of water. Straight away I could feel them beginning to work on my body. I no longer felt like I was dying, I felt a little better. Sighing quietly I closed my eyes and relaxed for a second before I remembered the note; opening one eye I realized I couldn't see it on my bed. Scared I glanced on the floor to see it there, sighing in relief I reached and picked it up carefully, I didn't want to wreck it in any way. This person had basically saved my life from more pain; I thought I owed it to them to look after their stuff even if it was just a simple note.<br /> I had no more time to ponder on the thought as my very angry brother came storming into my room. He looked at me in the bed and stormed on over, pulling me roughly by my unburnt arm onto the floor. With the suddenness of the movement made my ribs screech out in protest. I whimpered in pain with tears stinging the corners of my eyes as he dropped me to the floor at his feet, what had I done now that had angered him? I soon realized why,<br /> "You bimbo! Who have you slept with!? "He screamed loudly picking me up, this time by my damaged arm, screaming in pain I didn't answer him. I had no idea what he meant, I hadn't slept with anyone and then suddenly it dawned on me, the note! He must be picking up the scent from the note! He didn't wait for a reply he just pushed me to the ground, ignoring my tears and cry of pain. He didn't care, though I came to expect that. No one cared.<br /> I shook my head from side to side in denial, I was crying too much to answer him. However by the look on his face he couldn't care less if I had slept with anyone he just wanted an excuse to hit me, punish me and I gave him one. Today was my sixteenth birthday, but no one remembered that. No one cared about me that much to remember my birthday, the birthday in which I would get my wolf and hopefully find my mate.<br /> With one last angry glance in my direction Tommy walked out of my room, stopping at my door to hiss, "You better be downstairs to make us breakfast in ten minutes." I nodded without replying, what was there to say? He left the room, only then did I let my tears fall. However as soon as I started I couldn't stop. Why did my parents have to die? Why did my pack hate my so much? Why did my brother hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve this? Question after question raced through my mind however not one had an answer.<br /> Finally after five minutes of crying I wiped my eyes. It was time for me to go and make breakfast for everyone. Slowly I got up from the floor and headed downstairs, on the way I was pushed to the side when Katie and Sarah ran down. They completely ignored me. I didn't say a thing; it would only make things worse. With my head down I made my way into the kitchen, some of the pack was already there that included Katie, Sarah, Bryony, Merissa and Tommy as well as Zack one of Tommy's best friend. As I walked in all of the whispers stopped. No doubt were they talking about me.<br /> As I walked in the whispers started again this time though louder. I heard a few, one person said, "Wow, look what the mutt dragged in." another whispered. "Do we really let that thing stay here in the pack?" "Eww! She's so skinny." One snickered; I was doing my best to ignore them.<br /> "I can't believe I was ever friends with that thing." Bryony whispered purposefully loud enough for me to hear, I flinched hurt, when she said that it was like a punch in the gut, I sucked in a sharp breath of pain. She had cruelly hit a nerve and she knew it. I didn't say a thing to the comment and neither did I spare her a single glance however she knew she had hurt me which is what she had set out to do.<br /> As I carried on walking past them to the cooker a single tear pricked the corner of my eye, everyone was staring at me but before they could see I looked away. What did I do to deserve such hatred? Was the only question I asked myself. I wiped it away furiously, annoyed that I had let her words get to me.<br /> I made an English breakfast with beans, bacon, sausage, potato, tomato and mushrooms. Laying it on the table a walked out of the room but not before I sneakily managed to take a single sausage and a mushroom from the large plate. Before anyone noticed I left the room.<br /> Twenty minutes later I came back in ready to clear away the plates, I thought that everyone had already finished and had left the room. However as I walked in I noticed that Katie was still in the room, I tried to walk back out so that I didn't disturb her, however she seemed to be waiting for someone. Little did I know that someone she was looking for was me. I turned to walk away when I heard her call out my name from behind me, knowing that I would get into trouble if I ignored her I stopped and turned back waiting for her command.<br /> "Hey, Lizzie." She said awkwardly, shuffling her feet from side to side. I waited for her to continue. Seeming to get my silence as an invitation she carried on. "Look, it's not that bad what they are doing, they are just joking around."<br /> Only a joke? What world was she living in. oh yeah she didn't get abused; she had no idea what I was going through day after day. I was wearing low on patience and frankly I was just plainly not in the mood. I was in extreme pain and she thought it was just a stupid joke?<br /> "Yeah, so funny isn't to abuse someone day after day. I'm sorry if I missed how my pain was funny for you I must have been too busy doing other things." I hissed back aggressively before I stormed off leaving her with her mouth hanging open.<br /> I was so busy being angered by what Katie had said that I hadn't realized I was no longer looking where I was going. I walked into a strong chest; stumbling back I looked into my blockage only to come face to face with the most handsome face in universe. There was sparks flying everywhere he touched and yet had never seen him before. His face held the perfect baby blue eyes, his hair was the perfect shade of brown and spikey, I knew then and there he was my mate. I loved every second of being close to him, however that soon ended.<br /> His eyes weren't full of love like they were supposed to be, like they were not five seconds ago they were filled with disgust. I was completely confused, why was he looking at me like that? he was supposed to love me, peck me, hug me, protect me and tell me the sweetest of things just to make my day better, however as I locked my gaze with his I realized in the depth of my soul that whatever happens between us it would never be anything like it was supposed to be. I knew then why he hated me so much, he was one of Tommy's popular best friends he hangs with.<br /> Before I could even speak he beat me to it, his eyes as cold as ice. His voice was so bitter it was like I had killed something of his that he loved dearly or something. His stance was menacing and full of hate. Then I knew deep down what was about to happen. But it couldn't happen- could it? Being rejected from your mate was a very rare thing to happen in packs, but to be rejected from an alpha was completely unheard of and shunned above everything else. The rejected mate seriously had to be bad for the alpha to reject them. Him being one of the most powerful alpha's to ever walk only made my situation worse.<br /> Would he seriously go and do it? Would he seriously reject me without knowing me? I couldn't stop the tears from pricking at the corners of my eyes, my breath was hurting me so badly, I could barely breathe. I knew then and there he was definitely going to do it. I just couldn't believe my luck was that bad. Hadn't I had enough pain in my life?<br /> No I guess I had not. The first and only words I heard that came from his mouth not just broke but completely shattered my already torn up heart. "I, Lance Edwards reject you, Lizzie Carpenter as my mate."<br /> I opened my mouth to say something but I was completely speechless with pain. Without a word I ran out of the hallway and into the pouring rain without a single glance back.<br /> I stumbled as I made my way to the grassy clearing I would spend my days wailing away the hours whenever I got the chance, which happened to be less and less nowadays. The pack didn't know I had found this place bordering on the border of our territory and that meant that they couldn't ruin it for me. This was the one place I felt like I was safe from harm, the one place I could relax and be myself for once. However as I gazed around the familiar area I just couldn't stop thinking of what had happened between me and Lance. His stare and body language, his look of longing and love before they changed to darkness. That's what I hated the most, just for a second it seemed to me like everything was finally going to be okay, that things were getting better only for that like everything else I had was torn out of my grasp.<br /> Life was cruel to me and I plainly didn't understand why. Long ago I had given up on the Moon Goddess for she never came to me in my dreams and she never helped me in any way. I guess I just wasn't good enough for anyone and I never will be. I was lost, broken and couldn't be fixed. I had lost everything I ever cared about and still life was throwing everything in my face. Taunting me, showing me things I'll never have and slowly it was killing me and I knew that if I didn't get out of here soon it would kill me.<br /> I sat down next to the lake without a sound; my tears were falling and falling down my cheek. Then they stopped suddenly, it was like I plainly had no more tears to cry. Was that even possible to be so broken and cry so much that you actually ran out of tears?<br /> Why aren't we good enough for him? I jumped in surprise, who was that?<br /> It's your wolf, silly. My name is Terceira. It replied, oh I had forgotten that you can speak to your wolves.<br /> Nice to meet you Terceira and to answer your question, I really don't know.<br /> Suddenly hot white pain sliced through me and I gasped at its suddenness. I was shifting for the very first time; however I knew it would hurt a lot more because my mate was not with me. First my bones cracked, and then I had a longer snout with shaper teeth. Then fur was covering my body. It felt like it took hours before it was finally over and I lay gasping for breath on the floor in my new wolf form. What did she look like?<br /> I looked down at myself to realize I was a pure golden wolf, very rare indeed. If only my mate could see me now then he wouldn't think I was weak! Thinking about him made me remember and I sadly lay down in my wolf form defeated. I let my eyes slowly close due to complete exhaustion. My last thought before I went to sleep was,<br /> I'm done with this abuse.	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1,366,829	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1377865}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1096508764955580	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Don't walk away from me, Zell," Kosta yelled.<br /> "Why not? You don't need me. You have Khalis here to take care of all your needs. She is welcome to you. I hope you all will be very happy together. As for me, I'm done. Good luck to you and this pack. I hope you can handle the fallout for you and your whore's actions."<br /> "Mind how you talk to me, Zell. I may be your mate, but I am still the alpha. As a matter of fact, as of right now, I am stripping you of all of your luna privileges."<br /> I spat. "You should know, you didn't deprive me of Luna's title, but I didn't want it myself. I no longer want it. As for the business, have you forgotten that I own 51% of every business we have? I will withdraw all of my personal finances from the pack."<br /> "Oh, and Alpha, You, of all people, know how ruthless I can be if pushed."<br /> ————————<br /> "Well Zel, I just wanted to let you know that I plan on being the Luna of this pack, and your days as Kosta's mate and luna are numbered. I have decided that I deserve to be luna of the third strongest pack in the nation. I mean why should you get everything and I get stuck with nothing?" Khalis says.<br /> <br /> Is this bimbo serious? I just sat there staring at her for a few seconds. Not much shocks me, but this is something else. I knew Khalis was selfish, but this is on a whole other level. There have been rumors about Khalis sleeping with mated males, but I always gave her the benefit of the doubt. I never thought we would be having this kind of conversation. We have been friends since elementary school. Her father and brothers are elite warriors in my father's pack. She was with me when Kosta declared we were mates. She even encouraged me to go with him when he begged me and my father to let me come to his pack with him before I turned 18. She moved to this pack with me, hoping to meet her own mate. She knows Kosta is my fated mate. The moon goddess chose for him me. We both have known Kosta for most of our lives. Kosta is one of my brother's best friends. I keep thinking about everything we have done together and now this bimbo is sitting in my office telling me she plans to take my mate. I'm really speechless. This is a new low, even for her.<br /> <br /> "Just so that I am clear, what exactly do you mean that you want my goddess-given mate and title," I asked.<br /> <br /> "I mean exactly what I said. I want Kosta. I want to be his luna and I am going to make that happen. I've already started the process. I deserve to be a luna."<br /> <br /> "So you just want to come in here and tell me that you want my mate? What about your own mate? Have you thought about that? If the goddess meant for you to be a luna, you would have been fated to an alpha."<br /> <br /> "I waited for my mate. I gave the goddess a chance to do right by me. She gave everyone around me an Alpha. My sister got one, my little ugly cousin got one and even you got one, but what did I get? I got a lowly elite warrior as a mate." She spat.<br /> <br /> "How can you speak like that about elite warriors? Your father and your brother are elite warriors."<br /> <br /> "I know, and I deserve better than that. I deserve to be a luna. I deserve to have people respect me and cater to me."<br /> <br /> "Well, obviously the goddess did not agree with you," I said. "Just to clarify, you're saying that even though you found your destined mate, the one that was made specifically for you by the goddess, you're still interested in my mate? You are unbelievable. What is wrong with you?"<br /> <br /> "It's simple. I'm not meant to be the mate of a warrior. I am meant to be a luna. The moon goddess got it wrong and I am correcting her mistake. As soon as I scented my fated mate and realized he was a warrior, I rejected him and he accepted my rejection. Good riddance."<br /> <br /> "So you think you know better than the goddess?" I asked.<br /> <br /> I am still somewhat shocked. I have a hard time reconciling this cold-blooded bimbo to the person that has been my best friend for over a decade.<br /> <br /> "Zell, I told you a long time ago not to trust her. She has always been this person. She just pretended with you." Sapphire said.<br /> <br /> "This isn't personal, Zell. It's simple since the moon goddess did not give me an alpha, I'm going to take one."<br /> <br /> This bimbo is sitting here calmly telling me she is going to take my mate from me like we are talking about going shopping. She actually thinks this is ok. How could I have been so blind for so long? Everyone tried to warn me about her, but she was my only friend and I just didn't want to believe that about her. I convinced myself that the others were just jealous of her.<br /> <br /> "Do you really think it is ok to try to break your best friend's mate bond?" I say.<br /> <br /> "Oh Honey, I'm not going to try. I'm going to do it. He will be mine. I'm just giving you the courtesy of walking away with your dignity. You might as well start making arrangements for yourself because once I am the luna, there is no way that I will let you remain in my pack. He may keep some tender feelings for you. After all, you are fated."<br /> <br /> "You got one thing right; Kosta and I are fated. You are not the first she-wolf to try to break our mate bond and since he is an alpha, I'm sure you won't be the last. I will tell you what I tell them all, If you can get Kosta to cheat on our bond, you can have him. If he can do that, then he is not the man I have believed him to be and wouldn't deserve me. You would be welcome to him. Just remember, it is because of me and my family that this pack is ranked third. All of that goes with me, but you would be more than welcome to whatever is left." I say.<br /> <br /> "It's not an if, it's a when it happens. And when you leave, Kosta will still be the alpha of this pack. You will just be the ex-luna of the pack. I will be the luna."<br /> <br /> "That's where you are wrong. I am alpha born; a pure-blooded alpha. If I leave, I will still be an alpha and you will still be that bimbo on the side. Some males may be dumb enough to sleep with you, but I have not seen any of the mate men you've been accused of leaving their mates for you. Even the ones who got rejected didn't choose to be with you. Now I suggest you leave my office while I am still being nice or else you will find out why I am feared by others. And if you are successful, don't think for a minute that my family will let either of you go."<br /> <br /> "I will leave for now. Enjoy this office while it is still yours. Your arrogance will be your downfall. Why should I fear you or your family? They have not even been around since your luna ceremony. I'll give you 1 week to make arrangements for yourself. In 7 days, all of this will be mine and you will be out. I will break you and completely disgrace you. I have to thank you for working so hard to build this pack up for me to take over. I will be sure to enjoy the fruit of your labor. I and my children will enjoy this. I am glad he listened to me early on when I told him to wait to have children so you could live your life first. I had to set the groundwork just in case. Now it's time for you to go before you give him an heir." Khalis says and walks out of my office like nothing happened.<br /> <br /> She has caused a lot of chaos since coming to this pack. I just didn't realize her character before now. I thought she was misunderstood. Now I know I was just naïve. It appears that I was the only person blind to her true nature.<br /> <br /> I spent the rest of the day working on pack security and setting up meetings. There are a few alphas wanting an alliance with us. Kosta and I have become quite the power couple in the werewolf society. Since we took over as alpha and luna, the pack and the businesses have grown tremendously. I put my heart and soul into making our pack the best. I got an early start. I graduated from high school when I was 16 and went to university. I graduated with a business degree at 20. Kosta has let me take the lead in our businesses. He knows that beast at negotiation and a whiz at growing businesses. I have acquired several new companies since working in the pack business. Kosta is still the CEO, but I am the COO of the company. I broker the deals and then call Kosta in to close the deal. Most alphas in our circle are jealous of Kosta because he has me at his side. Kosta used to be proud of me and what I did for the pack, but lately he has been resisting the changes I have been making and trying to take over more of the daily operations of the pack. He can't take it all because I am the sole financial backing of the pack and the businesses.<br /> <br /> I am known in werewolf society as a child prodigy, but don't get it twisted, I am not all brains. I can be very deadly when needed. I train every day. I am one of the strongest wolves alive, although I keep that hidden. I can be ruthless, but fair. I know that I am the total package. I am athletic, tall with curves in the right places. I've never been one to compete with other she-wolves. I thought I was happy and had a good life. I thought Khalis was happy. We used to talk about finding our fated mates. I just can't understand how or why Khalis would try to come between me and my mate. I wish I could believe that my bond was safe and solid, but Sapphire is right about Kosta acting suspiciously lately. Kosta has been questioning me a lot lately. It's like he woke up a different person one day. He suddenly lost trust in me, but I have never given him a reason to doubt me. I have found him outside of my door listening to business phone calls, which is crazy because he could just walk in at any time and join the conversation. I have never hidden anything I was doing from him. The worse thing is that our life is now nonexistent. Kosta is always too busy or too tired. His behavior has led me to believe that he is not attracted to me anymore. He had the nerve to ask me why I have been trying so hard to seduce him lately. Like he didn't just stop making love to me cold turkey all of a sudden. We went from making love every day, sometime multiple times a day, to nothing in over a month. Seems like he should have been worried if I didn't try to seduce him. I don't know any mated pair that has gone this long without being intimate with each other. I don't know what the issue is. If we were not marked, I would wonder if he was cheating, but I know he is not. I would have felt it. Why did all of this suddenly become so hard? Why do I even need to seduce my goddess-given mate? It was never supposed to be this way. At least not yet. I'm only 20 years old. Much too young to be going through a dry spell while mated.<br /> <br /> I got so desperate at one time I asked our friends what was going on with him. Kosta tells his beta and gamma everything. I figured if there was a problem, they would tell me and I could fix it, but they just said that he was under a lot of stress. What exactly does he have to stress about? The pack is doing better than it has been in years. In half a year, the pack will be self-sufficient again and won't need to depend on my finances to keep it afloat. I have everything set in motion for the pack to have more disposable cash and residual income. I have a feeling this has Khalis written all over it. Kosta appears to have fallen in line with her already. Maybe this was their plan all along. Kosta needed me to get his pack back on track and now that they are almost completely independent, they don't need me anymore. If that's the case, they are in for a rude awakening. My six-month plan depends on me closing several more deals. All of these deals are allies with my father, uncle, and grandfather. They will not work with Kosta if our bond falls apart. He would erase everything that I have done over the past three years. Well, that would be his problem.<br /> <br /> I got so caught up in working and thinking; I didn't realize I worked up to dinner time. No one called me for lunch. In fact, no one called me for dinner. That is strange. One of the omegas usually checks on me when I am working too much and makes sure I am eating. I guess everyone is following Kosta. Since he has not been showing me any care, they are not either. That really hurts. I sacrificed a lot for this pack. I thought they cared more than this for me. I should just go back to my room. I don't know if I want to be around this pack right now, especially if they could turn their backs on me this quickly. Were they all just using me for my family's wealth?<br /> <br /> "We need to eat Zell. Remember, we are eating for our pup as well. Don't let them win. We are better than this. If they show us they don't want us here, we will leave. Remember, we are alpha born. We will rise above this. We will go back to where we are celebrated. If they turn against us, they don't deserve us. We will sit back and let them destroy themselves."<br /> <br /> "You are right Sapphire. Let's go eat. Our pup needs sustenance."<br /> <br /> I went and cleaned myself up and walked to the dining room. As soon as I walked through the door, all the talking stopped. The whole place went silent. As I walked all the way in, I saw why everyone went silent. Khalis was sitting in my seat, putting food on Kosta's plate like she is the luna. When she saw me, she just smirked and kept doing what she was doing. Kosta just keep eating like I was not standing there. Sapphire stared, pushing forward. She wanted blood. I did too, but I have to think about our pup.<br /> <br /> "What is going on, Kosta? Why is she sitting in my seat feeding you?" I growled.<br /> <br /> "I meant no harm, Zell. You were busy, so I decided to take care of Kosta for you. Someone needs to care for him while you are caring for other things. "<br /> <br /> "I was speaking to my mate, not his bimbo on the side."<br /> <br /> "You were not here for your mate, so I have been taking care of his needs."<br /> <br /> Sapphire pushed forward and growled loudly. Everyone in the room bowed their neck to her.<br /> <br /> "I could kill you in less than 30 seconds, Khalis. I would advise you not to keep crossing my line and you will find yourself very dead. You obviously have forgotten who I am. Don't make me remind you what my family name is," Sapphire said.<br /> <br /> I regained control and looked at Kosta. He didn't even appear to be concerned. He didn't show an ounce of regret or remorse. That took a little of the fight out of me. Khalis can only do what Kosta allows her to do.<br /> <br /> "Kosta, I asked you a question. What is going on?"<br /> <br /> "As Khalis said, you were busy, so she came to do your job for you. If you spent more time catering to me, your mate, and less time working or whatever you are doing, Khalis wouldn't have to step in and take care of my needs." Kosta said.<br /> <br /> I and every pack member gasped. I could not believe he openly disrespected me like that after everything I have done for him and this pack. I did all of that for him. This ungrateful hip.<br /> <br /> "So now I'm working too much, making your pack financially secure? You were not complaining when the pack was bankrupted and I worked day and night just so you could feed the pack another day. I was working too hard then. It's only now that you think the pack is out of the woods that I am working too hard. Now that everyone is comfortable and not at risk of starving, you want to change. Ok, I see who you are now. So instead of appreciating the sacrifices I made for us and the pack, you are sitting here with your bimbo, enjoying the feast that my hard work made possible. I am glad I finally understand where your priorities lie. Trust me, I will never make the same mistake twice." I said and walked away.<br /> <br /> I need to get out of here before I wolf out and kill one of them. After tonight, Khalis can have him. He is not the male I thought he was. I refuse to fight for someone who can spit on all the effort I put into making him great.<br /> <br /> "Don't walk away from me, Zell," Kosta yelled.<br /> <br /> "Why not? You don't need me. You have Khalis here to take care of all your needs. She is welcome to you. I hope you all will be very happy together. As for me, I'm done. Good luck to you and this pack. I hope you can handle the fallout for you and your bimbo's actions."<br /> <br /> "Mind how you talk to me, Zell. I may be your mate, but I am still the alpha. As a matter of fact, as of right now, I am stripping you of all of your luna privileges."<br /> <br /> "Alpha, what are you doing?" Beta James asked<br /> <br /> "Mind your business Beta. This is my pack." Kosta says.<br /> <br /> "Yes, and as your beta and friend, it is my job to tell you when you are making a mistake. Alpha, you are dangerously close to crossing the line of no return. Let's all calm down and discuss this later." Beta James said.<br /> <br /> "Beta, my word stands. Zel, until you learn to respect me as your alpha, you can forget about representing this pack in any aspect. I will be instructing the security team to restrict all of your access. You are no longer the COO of our businesses. As of now, you are just a regular pact member with no power."<br /> <br /> "First of all Alpha." I spat. "Respect is earned. While you are trying to throw your weight around, you can have the luna title back. I no longer want it. As for the business, have you forgotten that I own 51% of every business we have? I also provide 60% of the pack budget from my personal accounts. So while you can restrict my duties as Luna, you cannot touch the business, but I'll do you a solid. You can buy me out of the business and I will withdraw all of my personal finances from the pack."<br /> <br /> I can see that he had forgotten how dependent his pack was on me, but oh well. He made his bed. Now he and his bimbo can lie in it.<br /> <br /> "Oh, and Alpha, if you try to strong-arm me, I will have to call in the full loan that I gave this pack when we mated. Remember, we signed a contract for the loan. You have only paid me a small portion of the loan and I have not pushed the issue, but the contract is legal and binding. Don't push me, Kosta. You, of all people, know how ruthless I can be if pushed."<br /> <br /> I walked off again and made it as far as the stairs. I realized that I could not stay in my current room anymore. There is no way on this goddess-green earth that I want to be in a room with Kosta. Not that he has really shared it with me lately. Now I know why. Khalis has been feeding him and he has been eating it up. They both miscalculated. They thought I would be leaving here with nothing. The jokes on them. I may have been in love, but there is no love in business. I may have put my all into saving this pack and making it independently wealthy, but my parents did not raise a fool and I protected my finances. I invested millions in this company and pack. Did he really think I would protect my money? Does he not remember the prenup my father made him sign since I was a minor when he brought me to this pack? He never gained control over my finances.<br /> <br /> Khalis just showed her hand. After what I just saw, she has a right to be confident. Kosta has completely changed. He is not the man that I mated. He is not the boy that I followed around when I was younger. I don't know what happened or when he changed. Maybe this is who he really is and, like with Khalis, I just never saw his true self. He must have hidden it from my father and brother as well. There is no way they would have let me come here when I was 17 if they knew this was how he would end up treating me. I can see now that it is over between Kosta and me. I need to start planning my exit. I pulled up my computer and moved all of my finances from the pack accounts. I closed all the joint accounts I had with Kosta. It was mostly my money that financed them. I left the ones that he financed in his name. I don't want anything from him at all. After I handle business, I call my brother. I will need his help to leave here safely. Now that Kosta knows that all the money is still tied up with me, I doubt he will let me leave easily. I'm sure he and the bimbo are plotting up something.<br /> <br /> I called my brother and tall him waht happened.<br /> <br /> "So what's the plan, baby sis?" my brother answered.<br /> <br /> "Well, I have already moved all of my personal money from the pack accounts. They are now responsible for themselves. I'm not sure how that is going to go over. I was covering most of the pack's budget. Tomorrow, I will contact my attorneys to protect all of my other assets. I also plan to call our allies and let them know that I am no longer associated with the pack. I am erasing everything I've done over the past three years. They will need to start over from scratch and rebuild it all on their own. There is no way they will get to enjoy my hard work. No, sir."<br /> <br /> "Very smart Zell. What do you need me to do?"	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1,367,020	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1378123}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1364480200935411	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	“HOW DARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?” Brooke shouted, knowing people in the wedding hall could very well hear her.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg scrambled to get away from Ariana, pulling his pants back up.<br /> “I trusted you. HOW COULD YOU?”<br /> “Brooke...hush. Not so loud. My folks are sitting out there. Not to mention the entire town. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” <br /> “Your reputation? YOUR REPUTATION? You asshole, you cheated on me and you’re giving me lessons on reputation?”<br /> This time Ariana interrupted, “Brooke, come on. It was just a fun goodbye. One last time before you get married, you know.”<br /> “ONE LAST TIME? How many times was it, huh? Tell me how long this has been going on!”<br /> “Umm...let me think…” Ariana answered smugly. <br /> Brooke moved so fast, she herself didn’t know when she charged at Ariana, punching her in the face. <br /> “Shut the hell up. You...you are the culprit.” <br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Brooke stood in front of the mirror as she looked at herself in her wedding gown. It was a silk gown, with an open boatneck and short sleeves. The gown was embroidered with small beautiful flowers studded with stones. Complementing the gown, she wore her mother’s diamond necklace with long earrings. Her tiara was a traditional one, gifted to her by her mother-in-law. Brooke admired herself in the mirror for a while. She couldn't believe that she was about to get married to the man of her dreams. Greg Wilson, the owner of Baxter Auto Pvt. Ltd., the biggest factory in her town.<br /> “You look great, sister mine,” Meredith Johnson ,her sister, gushed from behind her. “Greg is the luckiest man alive to have landed you as his partner.”<br /> “Shut it, Maddy,” Brooke muttered, fixing her hair once again.<br /> “Oh please, you know Greg worships the very land you walk on. He’s a goner.”<br /> “Ugh...you’re exaggerating. Besides, we haven’t even…” Brooke blushed as she thought about it.<br /> “Oh sweet lord, please tell me you’ve had sx,” Meredith exclaimed, and Brooke blushed a deep shade of red. She never knew what to say to her sister’s very outward observations. Maddy never knew when to shut up.<br /> “Of course I’ve had sx…” Brooke glared at her sister, offended at the accusation, even though she had never gone for full-on penetrative sx, yet. Well, don’t blame her, she was waiting for her one and only; her special someone. And apparently, that one and only was Greg Wilson. Tonight, the dry spell was going to end.<br /> “But…” Meredith prompted, waving her hand in a gesture so as to encourage Brooke to continue.<br /> “I’ve never … you know,” Brooke replied, making an awkward gesture by hand to imply she was still untouched in many ways.<br /> “Holy !” Meredith exclaimed.<br /> “Hey, I was waiting for…”<br /> “Your True Mate.” Meredith completed his sentence, still pretty much stunned by her sister’s revelation. She knew her sister was a hopeless romantic and a stubborn bimbo, but she didn’t know she held the idea of “Mates for life” so seriously. It was kind of cute though. “Man...I have to commend Greg’s patience.”<br /> “Maddy..” Brooke gritted out, questioning her sanity as to why she was having this conversation with her sister.<br /> “Three years, Brooke. For three years you’ve held back and the man never complained. To top it off, he asked you to marry him. Wow. “<br /> “Hey, it’s not like I’ve never done anything. We have been...intimate.”<br /> “Intimate...wow, you really sound like a fourteen-year-old teenage girl. “<br /> “Ugh...why do you always harass me? Why can’t it be Neil helping me?” Brooke whined.<br /> “Oh, cool it with the whining. Don’t worry. When he gets a serious girlfriend I’ll have the same talk with him, too,” Meredith answered gleefully and headed off towards the hall.<br /> Brooke was pacing the small room, killing time before she had to show up at the altar.<br /> “Hey, Brooke, let's get going,” Neil, her big brother, said, as he dragged Brooke by her arm. He wasn't quite the patient one.<br /> “Wait...I gotta…”<br /> “Brooke, it’s okay to be nervous. Remember, the guy loves you. You love him. He’s not going anywhere.” Neil reminded her.<br /> “I know, but,” Brooke looked thoughtful as she chewed on his lower lip. “I gotta fix my gown..” She dashed from there towards the private restroom that was to the left of the hall. All day she had felt restless like something was missing or something was falling apart. She couldn’t exactly explain what was going on in her mind but she was uneasy. She didn’t know why but there was a twisted feeling in her gut that something was going to go wrong. She couldn't put a finger on it. Just as she was about to open the door, she heard voices from inside. Brooke leaned in and carefully listened.<br /> Someone was grunting and...shouting?<br /> Brooke was confused. Why would someone while they were in restroom? She was about to knock on the door when she heard someone yelling from inside. Afraid that something might have happened, she hastily opened the door and was shocked to her core. One of Greg’s assistants, Ariana Hawkins, was undressed and was kis sing her fiance, while the said fiance was buried deep inside the woman. Greg had Ariana perched atop the counter in between the basin and the wall. Brooke couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood frozen on the spot. She blinked and shook her head trying to deny whatever was happening in front of her. But no matter how much she tried, the scene remained the same. She wasn’t dreaming then, it dawned on her, no matter how much she wanted. Her heart stuttered and her breathing was erratic. This was reality. Her boyfriend of three years, Greg Wilson, to whom she was about to get married, was having sx with his assistant, Ariana Hawkins!<br /> “HOW DARE YOU, YOU ?” Brooke shouted, knowing people in the hall could very well hear her.<br /> Greg and Ariana looked at her like deer caught in the headlights.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg scrambled to get away from Ariana, pulling his pants back up.<br /> “I trusted you. HOW COULD YOU?” Brooke stepped inside, yelling at the top of her voice, unable to take in the betrayal.<br /> “Brooke...hush. Not so loud. My folks are sitting out there. Not to mention the entire town. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” Greg gritted his teeth as she talked to her in a hushed tone.<br /> Brooke couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. “Your reputation? YOUR REPUTATION? You prick, you cheated on me and you’re giving me lessons on reputation?”<br /> “Brooke…”<br /> “Don’t Brooke me you liar. You’re just another scum who can’t keep his shaft in his pants, instead of parading it all over town.”<br /> This time Ariana interrupted, “Brooke, come on. It was just a fun goodbye. One last time before you get married, you know.” She smirked, not giving a second thought to the fact that she was standing undressed in the restroom with her boss and his soon to be wife.<br /> Brooke’s eyebrows hit her hairline, she couldn’t believe this. Her mouth went dry. “ONE LAST TIME? How many times was it, huh? Tell me how long this has been going on!”<br /> “Umm...let me think…” Ariana answered smugly. She never liked Brooke and she always wondered what Greg found in this woman.<br /> Brooke moved so fast, she herself didn’t know when she charged at Ariana, punching her in the face. “Shut the up. You...you are the culprit.” Ariana was knocked down on the floor, shouting in pain, hands covering her nose. Brooke was about to punch the woman again when Greg held her by her arm.<br /> “That’s enough Brooke,” Greg yelled, trying to keep Brooke from attacking again.<br /> “Don’t you touch me, you piece of .” Brooke pulled her arm back. “You prick, how could you?” She demanded. She had trusted this man with her great. To see him betrayed that trust was like a punch to the gut.<br /> “It’s all your fault, Brooke. A man can only wait for so long. I had enough patience all these years. But…”<br /> “Oh, so you’re saying you went behind my back and cheated on me just because I didn’t put out for you?” Brooke questioned, unable to fathom the faulty logic.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg spoke, quite exasperated, but wasn’t able to complete his sentence as Brooke interrupted him.<br /> “Shut the up. I can’t believe I was going to marry you,” Brooke said, her voice breaking a bit. She couldn’t even look at the man. Just the thought of standing near the man made her nauseous. She was disgusted with him. She walked out of the bathroom and straight into the hall when she heard Greg yelling after her.<br /> “That’s just it, isn’t it? Throw a fit like the bimbo that you are and walk out. That’s exactly your style.” Greg rushed after her.<br /> “How dare you?” Brooke yelled back. She could feel everyone looking at them.<br /> “How dare me? How dare you? How dare you deny me? Me? I’m Greg Wilson and I always get what I want.” Greg shouted and for the first time in their relationship, Brooke saw the arrogance and sense of entitlement oozing out of the man. She questioned herself as to how she never saw this.<br /> “You know what, pretty boy? You are right. You always get what you want. Just like you got to sleep with that secretary of yours because you could no longer keep it in your pants. Which means you got a booty at your beck and call and you once again are going to be the talk of the town. You got what you wanted. And guess what else? The wedding is off. Don’t you dare show me your face ever again, you lying, cheating .” Saying this, Brooke walked out of the hall. There were people around whispering.She could see her family and friends gathering around her. Her brother Neil was angry, she could tell. There was sadness in her mother’s eyes and her sister looked furious. She wanted to run to them and cry her heart out in the safety of their arms. But at the moment, she couldn’t. She felt humiliated in front of everyone. She couldn’t stop here for another second and listen to anyone trying to give her false assurances. She rushed to her car and drove away towards her apartment, trying to keep the tears at bay. She couldn’t believe this was her fate. She had loved the man with everything she had and lost him just because Greg would rather sleep with his bimbo of a secretary than getting married to Brooke.<br /> All Greg had to do was ask him, explain his needs, and Brooke would have given him what he desired. Instead, her fiance, well ex-fiance, thought it appropriate to have sx with someone else. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Until today Brooke was at her happiest. She had her own firm, she earned well and had a great family. She was in love. She had a loving fiance and she was about to get married to the love of her life. She was going to finally settle down, have a great married life, have kids, maybe adopt a dog and live happily ever after. It was everything she ever wanted for herself.<br /> And now she had lost everything. Brooke angrily wiped at her eyes and decided that right now she didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to meet anyone, didn’t want to hear the pity in her friend’s or her family’s voice when they consoled her. Her only plans for the moment were getting hammered, eating junk food, and passing out.<br /> That was exactly what she did once she reached her apartment, in that exact order.<br /> <br /> The next week Brooke got up early and went about her morning routine. She went for a jog, which was a bit awkward as everyone at the park seemed to be giving her looks and talking about her in hushed tones. She gathered it was bound to happen after the whole 'wedding gone wrong' debacle. She didn’t pay too much attention to the gossip-mongering and focused on herself. When she came back home, she headed for a shower. She had eggs, toast, and fruit for breakfast. The first thing she decided to do was call her friends and family. She called Beth and Steve first, starting with an apology for not opening up the door that day and for being rude. They both forgave him quickly, but Beth threatened him that if Brooke ever did that again, she’d barge in by breaking down the door and kicking her hip. They talked for a while and made a plan to meet up at the cafe sometime soon. Next up, she called his family, assuring her mother that everything was okay and that she was getting better. She promised her father he’d see them soon. Brooke truly felt lucky to have such a loving and caring family and friends around him.<br /> Initially, Brooke didn’t want to go out of the house. But she was renewed with hope that maybe things would be better one day and she’d stop hurting. So, she got dressed and headed for her office. Donald, her secretary, was sitting at his desk when she entered. The moment she entered, Donald went into panic mode.<br /> “Ma’am...I...I didn’t know you were coming in today,” Donald said, coming around his desk, clearly taken aback by Brooke’s presence.<br /> “Why? You didn’t think I had retired, did you?” Brooke teased him, trying to ease the tension.<br /> Brooke had hired Donald when she'd met the man at Wilson’s office as he was trying to get a job. Brooke had been there to meet Greg and had seen Donald hurriedly exiting the office where the interviews were being held. Intrigued, she had followed him and found him desperately fighting his tears. She had calmed him down and asked her what the problem was. Turned out, he was a PA at the firm, and then eventually the firm had closed down. Faced with sudden unemployment, his parents had asked her to come back and seek a job here in Twin Peaks. Unfortunately, it had been six months and she had yet to get a job. His father was suffering from heart issues and because they were tight on money, they couldn’t afford the medication. He badly needed a job and he’d had no luck so far. Looking at his portfolio, Brooke was impressed, and her previous secretary, Stacy had just gotten married and left the job. Brooke took the opportunity to give him a chance. The next day she called him for an interview and ever since he’d been managing Brooke’s contacts.<br /> “N-no, nothing of that sort.” Donald hurried to explain. “It’s just…I’ve been trying to get hold of you…” He trailed off, not knowing how he should let Brookeknow just how much trouble they were in.<br /> “Donny, calm down. What happened?”<br /> “Umm...two days after the wedding, I got a call from Morris. They have hired an Austin-based firm and have dropped us as their architects. Then a day later, the Ultra Machine’s executive, Ms. Kennedy called and they canceled their contract with us. Even Carl Gregson called and they said they’re forced to drop us. Madam, we’re only left with two clients now, and I’m really worried they might turn us down, too,” Donald said, her voice trembling.<br /> Brooke was beyond shocked. Her mouth was dry. She was out of the office just a little over a week and most of his contracts were gone. “Why...why didn’t you say something sooner? Why didn’t you call me?”<br /> “I tried, but your phone was switched off. I even came to your house but no one opened the door. I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry.” Donald explain, looking sad as if it was all her fault.<br /> “Hey...it’s alright.” Now more than ever, he was regretting staying at home. “Di...did any of them give us a reason for suddenly terminating their contracts?”<br /> Donald looked up at him. There was something akin to pity in her expression which Brooke couldn’t understand the reason behind, “They said they cannot work with you because...because….”<br /> “Because?”<br /> “Because you canceled the wedding with Mr. Wilson,” Donald whispered, afraid of her reaction. He felt bad for her. She was a good person and a great boss. To see this happening to her was really sad.<br /> “What?”<br /> “There’s talk in town that Mr. Wilson has asked everyone to cut off any kind of relationship they had with you…” Donald trailed off.<br /> “Say no more.” It dawned on Brooke what was going on. “Thank you, Donald.” She said and headed straight into her office. She was enraged. How dare Greg do that to her? But more than that she was furious with her clients. They’d known her for a long time. Some of them had known him since she was a child. And yet they had bowed down to the pressure. The first thing she did was call Morris.<br /> “Hey, Charles, this is Brooke. What the ? How can you terminate the contract with my firm without proper intimation?” Brooke<br /> “Brooke, I’m sorry son. I didn’t want to pull out, but you know Greg. The Wilson’s lent me money so I could afford my son’s higher education. I owe them. They forced me to cancel the deal with you or else face the consequences.”<br /> Brooke gasped at the information. Never in her life would he have thought Greg would be so cruel as to threaten people. But it seemed Brooke never knew the evil Greg that was hidden behind the mask of a supposedly decent, charming, young man.<br /> “You can’t give in. You know he cheated on me.”<br /> “I know, Brooke. I know. But he says he’s going to make sure you come back to him crying and begging. I’m so sorry, my dear.”<br /> Not in the mood to hear anything else, Brooke hung up. She felt betrayed and enraged. She’d worked so hard to establish this firm and it was going to be over just because she declined to marry Greg! She called Greg, furious with white-hot rage. “You idiot,” Brooke yelled when the call was picked up.<br /> “Hello to you too, honey.” Greg’s voice penetrated his ears and Brooke could tell he was mocking her.<br /> “How dare you? You cheated on me and now you think you’ll turn my clients away with threats? “<br /> “I don’t think, sugar. I did.”<br /> “You smug , what do you want? Why don’t you leave me alone?”<br /> “Oh sweetie, after the stunt you pulled in front of everyone in town that day, I think you deserve this. And you’ll slowly come to understand that your place is with me, by my side and you’ll come back running to me.”<br /> “Oh my God, how did I ever think that you were a good man? I cannot believe I couldn’t see beyond that mask and found out just how cruel and evil you are.”<br /> “Oh sweetheart, come on. It was just a fling. You forget you are mine. And I’ll see to it that I get you back.”<br /> “In your dreams. You think if you shut down my business I’ll come crawling back to you? You’re wrong. I will close down my firm or sell my business before I would ever come back to you. You think you’re so awesome. 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1,367,016	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1378123}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1355127771845664	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	“HOW DARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?” Brooke shouted, knowing people in the wedding hall could very well hear her.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg scrambled to get away from Ariana, pulling his pants back up.<br /> “I trusted you. HOW COULD YOU?”<br /> “Brooke...hush. Not so loud. My folks are sitting out there. Not to mention the entire town. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” <br /> “Your reputation? YOUR REPUTATION? You asshole, you cheated on me and you’re giving me lessons on reputation?”<br /> This time Ariana interrupted, “Brooke, come on. It was just a fun goodbye. One last time before you get married, you know.”<br /> “ONE LAST TIME? How many times was it, huh? Tell me how long this has been going on!”<br /> “Umm...let me think…” Ariana answered smugly. <br /> Brooke moved so fast, she herself didn’t know when she charged at Ariana, punching her in the face. <br /> “Shut the hell up. You...you are the culprit.” <br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Brooke stood in front of the mirror as she looked at herself in her wedding gown. It was a silk gown, with an open boatneck and short sleeves. The gown was embroidered with small beautiful flowers studded with stones. Complementing the gown, she wore her mother’s diamond necklace with long earrings. Her tiara was a traditional one, gifted to her by her mother-in-law. Brooke admired herself in the mirror for a while. She couldn't believe that she was about to get married to the man of her dreams. Greg Wilson, the owner of Baxter Auto Pvt. Ltd., the biggest factory in her town.<br /> “You look great, sister mine,” Meredith Johnson ,her sister, gushed from behind her. “Greg is the luckiest man alive to have landed you as his partner.”<br /> “Shut it, Maddy,” Brooke muttered, fixing her hair once again.<br /> “Oh please, you know Greg worships the very land you walk on. He’s a goner.”<br /> “Ugh...you’re exaggerating. Besides, we haven’t even…” Brooke blushed as she thought about it.<br /> “Oh sweet lord, please tell me you’ve had sx,” Meredith exclaimed, and Brooke blushed a deep shade of red. She never knew what to say to her sister’s very outward observations. Maddy never knew when to shut up.<br /> “Of course I’ve had sx…” Brooke glared at her sister, offended at the accusation, even though she had never gone for full-on penetrative sx, yet. Well, don’t blame her, she was waiting for her one and only; her special someone. And apparently, that one and only was Greg Wilson. Tonight, the dry spell was going to end.<br /> “But…” Meredith prompted, waving her hand in a gesture so as to encourage Brooke to continue.<br /> “I’ve never … you know,” Brooke replied, making an awkward gesture by hand to imply she was still untouched in many ways.<br /> “Holy !” Meredith exclaimed.<br /> “Hey, I was waiting for…”<br /> “Your True Mate.” Meredith completed his sentence, still pretty much stunned by her sister’s revelation. She knew her sister was a hopeless romantic and a stubborn bimbo, but she didn’t know she held the idea of “Mates for life” so seriously. It was kind of cute though. “Man...I have to commend Greg’s patience.”<br /> “Maddy..” Brooke gritted out, questioning her sanity as to why she was having this conversation with her sister.<br /> “Three years, Brooke. For three years you’ve held back and the man never complained. To top it off, he asked you to marry him. Wow. “<br /> “Hey, it’s not like I’ve never done anything. We have been...intimate.”<br /> “Intimate...wow, you really sound like a fourteen-year-old teenage girl. “<br /> “Ugh...why do you always harass me? Why can’t it be Neil helping me?” Brooke whined.<br /> “Oh, cool it with the whining. Don’t worry. When he gets a serious girlfriend I’ll have the same talk with him, too,” Meredith answered gleefully and headed off towards the hall.<br /> Brooke was pacing the small room, killing time before she had to show up at the altar.<br /> “Hey, Brooke, let's get going,” Neil, her big brother, said, as he dragged Brooke by her arm. He wasn't quite the patient one.<br /> “Wait...I gotta…”<br /> “Brooke, it’s okay to be nervous. Remember, the guy loves you. You love him. He’s not going anywhere.” Neil reminded her.<br /> “I know, but,” Brooke looked thoughtful as she chewed on his lower lip. “I gotta fix my gown..” She dashed from there towards the private restroom that was to the left of the hall. All day she had felt restless like something was missing or something was falling apart. She couldn’t exactly explain what was going on in her mind but she was uneasy. She didn’t know why but there was a twisted feeling in her gut that something was going to go wrong. She couldn't put a finger on it. Just as she was about to open the door, she heard voices from inside. Brooke leaned in and carefully listened.<br /> Someone was grunting and...shouting?<br /> Brooke was confused. Why would someone while they were in restroom? She was about to knock on the door when she heard someone yelling from inside. Afraid that something might have happened, she hastily opened the door and was shocked to her core. One of Greg’s assistants, Ariana Hawkins, was undressed and was kis sing her fiance, while the said fiance was buried deep inside the woman. Greg had Ariana perched atop the counter in between the basin and the wall. Brooke couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood frozen on the spot. She blinked and shook her head trying to deny whatever was happening in front of her. But no matter how much she tried, the scene remained the same. She wasn’t dreaming then, it dawned on her, no matter how much she wanted. Her heart stuttered and her breathing was erratic. This was reality. Her boyfriend of three years, Greg Wilson, to whom she was about to get married, was having sx with his assistant, Ariana Hawkins!<br /> “HOW DARE YOU, YOU ?” Brooke shouted, knowing people in the hall could very well hear her.<br /> Greg and Ariana looked at her like deer caught in the headlights.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg scrambled to get away from Ariana, pulling his pants back up.<br /> “I trusted you. HOW COULD YOU?” Brooke stepped inside, yelling at the top of her voice, unable to take in the betrayal.<br /> “Brooke...hush. Not so loud. My folks are sitting out there. Not to mention the entire town. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” Greg gritted his teeth as she talked to her in a hushed tone.<br /> Brooke couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. “Your reputation? YOUR REPUTATION? You prick, you cheated on me and you’re giving me lessons on reputation?”<br /> “Brooke…”<br /> “Don’t Brooke me you liar. You’re just another scum who can’t keep his shaft in his pants, instead of parading it all over town.”<br /> This time Ariana interrupted, “Brooke, come on. It was just a fun goodbye. One last time before you get married, you know.” She smirked, not giving a second thought to the fact that she was standing undressed in the restroom with her boss and his soon to be wife.<br /> Brooke’s eyebrows hit her hairline, she couldn’t believe this. Her mouth went dry. “ONE LAST TIME? How many times was it, huh? Tell me how long this has been going on!”<br /> “Umm...let me think…” Ariana answered smugly. She never liked Brooke and she always wondered what Greg found in this woman.<br /> Brooke moved so fast, she herself didn’t know when she charged at Ariana, punching her in the face. “Shut the up. You...you are the culprit.” Ariana was knocked down on the floor, shouting in pain, hands covering her nose. Brooke was about to punch the woman again when Greg held her by her arm.<br /> “That’s enough Brooke,” Greg yelled, trying to keep Brooke from attacking again.<br /> “Don’t you touch me, you piece of .” Brooke pulled her arm back. “You prick, how could you?” She demanded. She had trusted this man with her great. To see him betrayed that trust was like a punch to the gut.<br /> “It’s all your fault, Brooke. A man can only wait for so long. I had enough patience all these years. But…”<br /> “Oh, so you’re saying you went behind my back and cheated on me just because I didn’t put out for you?” Brooke questioned, unable to fathom the faulty logic.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg spoke, quite exasperated, but wasn’t able to complete his sentence as Brooke interrupted him.<br /> “Shut the up. I can’t believe I was going to marry you,” Brooke said, her voice breaking a bit. She couldn’t even look at the man. Just the thought of standing near the man made her nauseous. She was disgusted with him. She walked out of the bathroom and straight into the hall when she heard Greg yelling after her.<br /> “That’s just it, isn’t it? Throw a fit like the bimbo that you are and walk out. That’s exactly your style.” Greg rushed after her.<br /> “How dare you?” Brooke yelled back. She could feel everyone looking at them.<br /> “How dare me? How dare you? How dare you deny me? Me? I’m Greg Wilson and I always get what I want.” Greg shouted and for the first time in their relationship, Brooke saw the arrogance and sense of entitlement oozing out of the man. She questioned herself as to how she never saw this.<br /> “You know what, pretty boy? You are right. You always get what you want. Just like you got to sleep with that secretary of yours because you could no longer keep it in your pants. Which means you got a booty at your beck and call and you once again are going to be the talk of the town. You got what you wanted. And guess what else? The wedding is off. Don’t you dare show me your face ever again, you lying, cheating .” Saying this, Brooke walked out of the hall. There were people around whispering.She could see her family and friends gathering around her. Her brother Neil was angry, she could tell. There was sadness in her mother’s eyes and her sister looked furious. She wanted to run to them and cry her heart out in the safety of their arms. But at the moment, she couldn’t. She felt humiliated in front of everyone. She couldn’t stop here for another second and listen to anyone trying to give her false assurances. She rushed to her car and drove away towards her apartment, trying to keep the tears at bay. She couldn’t believe this was her fate. She had loved the man with everything she had and lost him just because Greg would rather sleep with his bimbo of a secretary than getting married to Brooke.<br /> All Greg had to do was ask him, explain his needs, and Brooke would have given him what he desired. Instead, her fiance, well ex-fiance, thought it appropriate to have sx with someone else. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Until today Brooke was at her happiest. She had her own firm, she earned well and had a great family. She was in love. She had a loving fiance and she was about to get married to the love of her life. She was going to finally settle down, have a great married life, have kids, maybe adopt a dog and live happily ever after. It was everything she ever wanted for herself.<br /> And now she had lost everything. Brooke angrily wiped at her eyes and decided that right now she didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to meet anyone, didn’t want to hear the pity in her friend’s or her family’s voice when they consoled her. Her only plans for the moment were getting hammered, eating junk food, and passing out.<br /> That was exactly what she did once she reached her apartment, in that exact order.<br /> <br /> The next week Brooke got up early and went about her morning routine. She went for a jog, which was a bit awkward as everyone at the park seemed to be giving her looks and talking about her in hushed tones. She gathered it was bound to happen after the whole 'wedding gone wrong' debacle. She didn’t pay too much attention to the gossip-mongering and focused on herself. When she came back home, she headed for a shower. She had eggs, toast, and fruit for breakfast. The first thing she decided to do was call her friends and family. She called Beth and Steve first, starting with an apology for not opening up the door that day and for being rude. They both forgave him quickly, but Beth threatened him that if Brooke ever did that again, she’d barge in by breaking down the door and kicking her hip. They talked for a while and made a plan to meet up at the cafe sometime soon. Next up, she called his family, assuring her mother that everything was okay and that she was getting better. She promised her father he’d see them soon. Brooke truly felt lucky to have such a loving and caring family and friends around him.<br /> Initially, Brooke didn’t want to go out of the house. But she was renewed with hope that maybe things would be better one day and she’d stop hurting. So, she got dressed and headed for her office. Donald, her secretary, was sitting at his desk when she entered. The moment she entered, Donald went into panic mode.<br /> “Ma’am...I...I didn’t know you were coming in today,” Donald said, coming around his desk, clearly taken aback by Brooke’s presence.<br /> “Why? You didn’t think I had retired, did you?” Brooke teased him, trying to ease the tension.<br /> Brooke had hired Donald when she'd met the man at Wilson’s office as he was trying to get a job. Brooke had been there to meet Greg and had seen Donald hurriedly exiting the office where the interviews were being held. Intrigued, she had followed him and found him desperately fighting his tears. She had calmed him down and asked her what the problem was. Turned out, he was a PA at the firm, and then eventually the firm had closed down. Faced with sudden unemployment, his parents had asked her to come back and seek a job here in Twin Peaks. Unfortunately, it had been six months and she had yet to get a job. His father was suffering from heart issues and because they were tight on money, they couldn’t afford the medication. He badly needed a job and he’d had no luck so far. Looking at his portfolio, Brooke was impressed, and her previous secretary, Stacy had just gotten married and left the job. Brooke took the opportunity to give him a chance. The next day she called him for an interview and ever since he’d been managing Brooke’s contacts.<br /> “N-no, nothing of that sort.” Donald hurried to explain. “It’s just…I’ve been trying to get hold of you…” He trailed off, not knowing how he should let Brookeknow just how much trouble they were in.<br /> “Donny, calm down. What happened?”<br /> “Umm...two days after the wedding, I got a call from Morris. They have hired an Austin-based firm and have dropped us as their architects. Then a day later, the Ultra Machine’s executive, Ms. Kennedy called and they canceled their contract with us. Even Carl Gregson called and they said they’re forced to drop us. Madam, we’re only left with two clients now, and I’m really worried they might turn us down, too,” Donald said, her voice trembling.<br /> Brooke was beyond shocked. Her mouth was dry. She was out of the office just a little over a week and most of his contracts were gone. “Why...why didn’t you say something sooner? Why didn’t you call me?”<br /> “I tried, but your phone was switched off. I even came to your house but no one opened the door. I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry.” Donald explain, looking sad as if it was all her fault.<br /> “Hey...it’s alright.” Now more than ever, he was regretting staying at home. “Di...did any of them give us a reason for suddenly terminating their contracts?”<br /> Donald looked up at him. There was something akin to pity in her expression which Brooke couldn’t understand the reason behind, “They said they cannot work with you because...because….”<br /> “Because?”<br /> “Because you canceled the wedding with Mr. Wilson,” Donald whispered, afraid of her reaction. He felt bad for her. She was a good person and a great boss. To see this happening to her was really sad.<br /> “What?”<br /> “There’s talk in town that Mr. Wilson has asked everyone to cut off any kind of relationship they had with you…” Donald trailed off.<br /> “Say no more.” It dawned on Brooke what was going on. “Thank you, Donald.” She said and headed straight into her office. She was enraged. How dare Greg do that to her? But more than that she was furious with her clients. They’d known her for a long time. Some of them had known him since she was a child. And yet they had bowed down to the pressure. The first thing she did was call Morris.<br /> “Hey, Charles, this is Brooke. What the ? How can you terminate the contract with my firm without proper intimation?” Brooke<br /> “Brooke, I’m sorry son. I didn’t want to pull out, but you know Greg. The Wilson’s lent me money so I could afford my son’s higher education. I owe them. They forced me to cancel the deal with you or else face the consequences.”<br /> Brooke gasped at the information. Never in her life would he have thought Greg would be so cruel as to threaten people. But it seemed Brooke never knew the evil Greg that was hidden behind the mask of a supposedly decent, charming, young man.<br /> “You can’t give in. You know he cheated on me.”<br /> “I know, Brooke. I know. But he says he’s going to make sure you come back to him crying and begging. I’m so sorry, my dear.”<br /> Not in the mood to hear anything else, Brooke hung up. She felt betrayed and enraged. She’d worked so hard to establish this firm and it was going to be over just because she declined to marry Greg! She called Greg, furious with white-hot rage. “You idiot,” Brooke yelled when the call was picked up.<br /> “Hello to you too, honey.” Greg’s voice penetrated his ears and Brooke could tell he was mocking her.<br /> “How dare you? You cheated on me and now you think you’ll turn my clients away with threats? “<br /> “I don’t think, sugar. I did.”<br /> “You smug , what do you want? Why don’t you leave me alone?”<br /> “Oh sweetie, after the stunt you pulled in front of everyone in town that day, I think you deserve this. And you’ll slowly come to understand that your place is with me, by my side and you’ll come back running to me.”<br /> “Oh my God, how did I ever think that you were a good man? I cannot believe I couldn’t see beyond that mask and found out just how cruel and evil you are.”<br /> “Oh sweetheart, come on. It was just a fling. You forget you are mine. And I’ll see to it that I get you back.”<br /> “In your dreams. 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1,367,034	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1367039}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1440623423316975	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna."<br /> "I accept your rejection." The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> "I'm sorry, my baby…" I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> "Why didn't you tell me?" His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> "Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!"<br /> "I'll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you'll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!"<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I'm looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I've been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien's chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien's fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he's been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don't have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> "Pull yourself together Marissa." I tell myself I won't let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won't do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven't had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn't happening, it can't happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn't want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan's office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather's and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn't replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> "Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body." I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> "You're pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby." I am stunned to speak. But I still can't help myself weeping when staring at the foetus' picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> "Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?" my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> "You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby's father too." he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> "I'm sorry. I can't divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do." I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> "I'm sorry baby. I won't subject us to whatever that's gonna take you away. Momma's got you." I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien's diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I've made after it's prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien's favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It's Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> "You're pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!" She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> "Did you snoop through my bag? !" I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won't spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she'll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> "I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn't want you to lose your tongue now, would we?" I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it's none of my business.<br /> "I can't wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!" She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don't, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn't come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it's a comfort that he hasn't marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can't wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> "Hello Alpha, will you come back today? " I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> "Damien, my love, save me." my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It's Jessica, she has returned.<br /> "Jessica, I'm here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you." I don't say anything and I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> "Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?" I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> "Oh, yes. When will you be home?" I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> "I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded." I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn't. He must think I'm a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> "Going somewhere?"<br /> "I said, where are you going?" He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> "I don't see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I'm nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back." I spit my venom at him. It's stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> "Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?" He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> "Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I'm sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I'm leaving. Give my regards to your beloved." I scoff as I walk towards the door when I'm aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> "You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It's your call." My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don't submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> "The hard way it is then, Don't blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa." I can't believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> "Let go of me." My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I'm only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> "Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…" Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> "Can it wait?" he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> "I'm afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir." She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> "What law?" He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> "The law that she isn't to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished." I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don't look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I'm gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> "Is this true?" He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it's true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It's quite amusing to see.<br /> "What do you think?" I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn't realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can't without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> "You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You're nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve." Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> "How dare you betray me? I'll get even with you when we come back from the hospital." Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I'm dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> "Are you ok Luna?" Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don't look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn't care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can't let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I'm soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> "Luna? Are you ok?" again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> "What's wrong with you Marissa?" He snarls out as I don't turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> "I'm exhausted. I need to rest." Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> "Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself." Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn't show at all.<br /> I don't respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it's futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I'm all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn't let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> "I'm sorry, baby." Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I'm a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can't even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I'm snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I'm dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> "Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don't have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I'm afraid it would be too late." Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> "Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica." He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> "Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition." My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> "You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this." I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.	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1,367,094	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366320}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1501395173749350	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna."<br /> "I accept your rejection." The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> "I'm sorry, my baby…" I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> "Why didn't you tell me?" His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> "Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!"<br /> "I'll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you'll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!"<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I'm looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I've been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien's chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien's fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he's been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don't have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> "Pull yourself together Marissa." I tell myself I won't let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won't do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven't had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn't happening, it can't happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn't want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan's office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather's and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn't replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> "Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body." I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> "You're pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby." I am stunned to speak. But I still can't help myself weeping when staring at the foetus' picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> "Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?" my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> "You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby's father too." he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> "I'm sorry. I can't divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do." I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> "I'm sorry baby. I won't subject us to whatever that's gonna take you away. Momma's got you." I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien's diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I've made after it's prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien's favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It's Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> "You're pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!" She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> "Did you snoop through my bag? !" I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won't spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she'll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> "I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn't want you to lose your tongue now, would we?" I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it's none of my business.<br /> "I can't wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!" She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don't, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn't come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it's a comfort that he hasn't marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can't wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> "Hello Alpha, will you come back today? " I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> "Damien, my love, save me." my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It's Jessica, she has returned.<br /> "Jessica, I'm here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you." I don't say anything and I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> "Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?" I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> "Oh, yes. When will you be home?" I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> "I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded." I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn't. He must think I'm a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> "Going somewhere?"<br /> "I said, where are you going?" He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> "I don't see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I'm nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back." I spit my venom at him. It's stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> "Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?" He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> "Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I'm sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I'm leaving. Give my regards to your beloved." I scoff as I walk towards the door when I'm aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> "You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It's your call." My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don't submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> "The hard way it is then, Don't blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa." I can't believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> "Let go of me." My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I'm only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> "Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…" Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> "Can it wait?" he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> "I'm afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir." She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> "What law?" He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> "The law that she isn't to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished." I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don't look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I'm gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> "Is this true?" He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it's true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It's quite amusing to see.<br /> "What do you think?" I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn't realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can't without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> "You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You're nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve." Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> "How dare you betray me? I'll get even with you when we come back from the hospital." Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I'm dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> "Are you ok Luna?" Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don't look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn't care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can't let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I'm soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> "Luna? Are you ok?" again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> "What's wrong with you Marissa?" He snarls out as I don't turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> "I'm exhausted. I need to rest." Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> "Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself." Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn't show at all.<br /> I don't respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it's futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I'm all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn't let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> "I'm sorry, baby." Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I'm a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can't even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I'm snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I'm dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> "Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don't have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I'm afraid it would be too late." Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> "Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica." He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> "Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition." My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> "You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this." I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.	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1,367,218	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1367039}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	2141943642827098	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna."<br /> "I accept your rejection." The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> "I'm sorry, my baby…" I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> "Why didn't you tell me?" His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> "Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!"<br /> "I'll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you'll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!"<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I'm looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I've been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien's chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien's fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he's been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don't have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> "Pull yourself together Marissa." I tell myself I won't let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won't do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven't had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn't happening, it can't happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn't want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan's office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather's and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn't replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> "Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body." I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> "You're pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby." I am stunned to speak. But I still can't help myself weeping when staring at the foetus' picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> "Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?" my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> "You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby's father too." he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> "I'm sorry. I can't divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do." I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> "I'm sorry baby. I won't subject us to whatever that's gonna take you away. Momma's got you." I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien's diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I've made after it's prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien's favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It's Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> "You're pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!" She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> "Did you snoop through my bag? !" I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won't spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she'll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> "I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn't want you to lose your tongue now, would we?" I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it's none of my business.<br /> "I can't wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!" She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don't, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn't come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it's a comfort that he hasn't marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can't wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> "Hello Alpha, will you come back today? " I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> "Damien, my love, save me." my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It's Jessica, she has returned.<br /> "Jessica, I'm here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you." I don't say anything and I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> "Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?" I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> "Oh, yes. When will you be home?" I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> "I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded." I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn't. He must think I'm a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> "Going somewhere?"<br /> "I said, where are you going?" He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> "I don't see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I'm nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back." I spit my venom at him. It's stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> "Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?" He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> "Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I'm sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I'm leaving. Give my regards to your beloved." I scoff as I walk towards the door when I'm aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> "You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It's your call." My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don't submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> "The hard way it is then, Don't blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa." I can't believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> "Let go of me." My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I'm only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> "Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…" Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> "Can it wait?" he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> "I'm afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir." She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> "What law?" He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> "The law that she isn't to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished." I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don't look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I'm gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> "Is this true?" He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it's true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It's quite amusing to see.<br /> "What do you think?" I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn't realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can't without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> "You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You're nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve." Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> "How dare you betray me? I'll get even with you when we come back from the hospital." Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I'm dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> "Are you ok Luna?" Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don't look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn't care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can't let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I'm soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> "Luna? Are you ok?" again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> "What's wrong with you Marissa?" He snarls out as I don't turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> "I'm exhausted. I need to rest." Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> "Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself." Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn't show at all.<br /> I don't respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it's futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I'm all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn't let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> "I'm sorry, baby." Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I'm a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can't even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I'm snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I'm dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> "Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don't have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I'm afraid it would be too late." Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> "Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica." He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> "Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition." My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> "You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this." I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.	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1,367,229	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1378123}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	2177467142605398	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	“HOW DARE YOU, YOU FUCKING BASTARD?” Brooke shouted, knowing people in the wedding hall could very well hear her.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg scrambled to get away from Ariana, pulling his pants back up.<br /> “I trusted you. HOW COULD YOU?”<br /> “Brooke...hush. Not so loud. My folks are sitting out there. Not to mention the entire town. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” <br /> “Your reputation? YOUR REPUTATION? You asshole, you cheated on me and you’re giving me lessons on reputation?”<br /> This time Ariana interrupted, “Brooke, come on. It was just a fun goodbye. One last time before you get married, you know.”<br /> “ONE LAST TIME? How many times was it, huh? Tell me how long this has been going on!”<br /> “Umm...let me think…” Ariana answered smugly. <br /> Brooke moved so fast, she herself didn’t know when she charged at Ariana, punching her in the face. <br /> “Shut the hell up. You...you are the culprit.” <br /> ————————<br /> <br /> Brooke stood in front of the mirror as she looked at herself in her wedding gown. It was a silk gown, with an open boatneck and short sleeves. The gown was embroidered with small beautiful flowers studded with stones. Complementing the gown, she wore her mother’s diamond necklace with long earrings. Her tiara was a traditional one, gifted to her by her mother-in-law. Brooke admired herself in the mirror for a while. She couldn't believe that she was about to get married to the man of her dreams. Greg Wilson, the owner of Baxter Auto Pvt. Ltd., the biggest factory in her town.<br /> “You look great, sister mine,” Meredith Johnson ,her sister, gushed from behind her. “Greg is the luckiest man alive to have landed you as his partner.”<br /> “Shut it, Maddy,” Brooke muttered, fixing her hair once again.<br /> “Oh please, you know Greg worships the very land you walk on. He’s a goner.”<br /> “Ugh...you’re exaggerating. Besides, we haven’t even…” Brooke blushed as she thought about it.<br /> “Oh sweet lord, please tell me you’ve had sx,” Meredith exclaimed, and Brooke blushed a deep shade of red. She never knew what to say to her sister’s very outward observations. Maddy never knew when to shut up.<br /> “Of course I’ve had sx…” Brooke glared at her sister, offended at the accusation, even though she had never gone for full-on penetrative sx, yet. Well, don’t blame her, she was waiting for her one and only; her special someone. And apparently, that one and only was Greg Wilson. Tonight, the dry spell was going to end.<br /> “But…” Meredith prompted, waving her hand in a gesture so as to encourage Brooke to continue.<br /> “I’ve never … you know,” Brooke replied, making an awkward gesture by hand to imply she was still untouched in many ways.<br /> “Holy !” Meredith exclaimed.<br /> “Hey, I was waiting for…”<br /> “Your True Mate.” Meredith completed his sentence, still pretty much stunned by her sister’s revelation. She knew her sister was a hopeless romantic and a stubborn bimbo, but she didn’t know she held the idea of “Mates for life” so seriously. It was kind of cute though. “Man...I have to commend Greg’s patience.”<br /> “Maddy..” Brooke gritted out, questioning her sanity as to why she was having this conversation with her sister.<br /> “Three years, Brooke. For three years you’ve held back and the man never complained. To top it off, he asked you to marry him. Wow. “<br /> “Hey, it’s not like I’ve never done anything. We have been...intimate.”<br /> “Intimate...wow, you really sound like a fourteen-year-old teenage girl. “<br /> “Ugh...why do you always harass me? Why can’t it be Neil helping me?” Brooke whined.<br /> “Oh, cool it with the whining. Don’t worry. When he gets a serious girlfriend I’ll have the same talk with him, too,” Meredith answered gleefully and headed off towards the hall.<br /> Brooke was pacing the small room, killing time before she had to show up at the altar.<br /> “Hey, Brooke, let's get going,” Neil, her big brother, said, as he dragged Brooke by her arm. He wasn't quite the patient one.<br /> “Wait...I gotta…”<br /> “Brooke, it’s okay to be nervous. Remember, the guy loves you. You love him. He’s not going anywhere.” Neil reminded her.<br /> “I know, but,” Brooke looked thoughtful as she chewed on his lower lip. “I gotta fix my gown..” She dashed from there towards the private restroom that was to the left of the hall. All day she had felt restless like something was missing or something was falling apart. She couldn’t exactly explain what was going on in her mind but she was uneasy. She didn’t know why but there was a twisted feeling in her gut that something was going to go wrong. She couldn't put a finger on it. Just as she was about to open the door, she heard voices from inside. Brooke leaned in and carefully listened.<br /> Someone was grunting and...shouting?<br /> Brooke was confused. Why would someone while they were in restroom? She was about to knock on the door when she heard someone yelling from inside. Afraid that something might have happened, she hastily opened the door and was shocked to her core. One of Greg’s assistants, Ariana Hawkins, was undressed and was kis sing her fiance, while the said fiance was buried deep inside the woman. Greg had Ariana perched atop the counter in between the basin and the wall. Brooke couldn’t believe her eyes. She stood frozen on the spot. She blinked and shook her head trying to deny whatever was happening in front of her. But no matter how much she tried, the scene remained the same. She wasn’t dreaming then, it dawned on her, no matter how much she wanted. Her heart stuttered and her breathing was erratic. This was reality. Her boyfriend of three years, Greg Wilson, to whom she was about to get married, was having sx with his assistant, Ariana Hawkins!<br /> “HOW DARE YOU, YOU ?” Brooke shouted, knowing people in the hall could very well hear her.<br /> Greg and Ariana looked at her like deer caught in the headlights.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg scrambled to get away from Ariana, pulling his pants back up.<br /> “I trusted you. HOW COULD YOU?” Brooke stepped inside, yelling at the top of her voice, unable to take in the betrayal.<br /> “Brooke...hush. Not so loud. My folks are sitting out there. Not to mention the entire town. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.” Greg gritted his teeth as she talked to her in a hushed tone.<br /> Brooke couldn’t believe the nerve of this man. “Your reputation? YOUR REPUTATION? You prick, you cheated on me and you’re giving me lessons on reputation?”<br /> “Brooke…”<br /> “Don’t Brooke me you liar. You’re just another scum who can’t keep his shaft in his pants, instead of parading it all over town.”<br /> This time Ariana interrupted, “Brooke, come on. It was just a fun goodbye. One last time before you get married, you know.” She smirked, not giving a second thought to the fact that she was standing undressed in the restroom with her boss and his soon to be wife.<br /> Brooke’s eyebrows hit her hairline, she couldn’t believe this. Her mouth went dry. “ONE LAST TIME? How many times was it, huh? Tell me how long this has been going on!”<br /> “Umm...let me think…” Ariana answered smugly. She never liked Brooke and she always wondered what Greg found in this woman.<br /> Brooke moved so fast, she herself didn’t know when she charged at Ariana, punching her in the face. “Shut the up. You...you are the culprit.” Ariana was knocked down on the floor, shouting in pain, hands covering her nose. Brooke was about to punch the woman again when Greg held her by her arm.<br /> “That’s enough Brooke,” Greg yelled, trying to keep Brooke from attacking again.<br /> “Don’t you touch me, you piece of .” Brooke pulled her arm back. “You prick, how could you?” She demanded. She had trusted this man with her great. To see him betrayed that trust was like a punch to the gut.<br /> “It’s all your fault, Brooke. A man can only wait for so long. I had enough patience all these years. But…”<br /> “Oh, so you’re saying you went behind my back and cheated on me just because I didn’t put out for you?” Brooke questioned, unable to fathom the faulty logic.<br /> “Brooke…” Greg spoke, quite exasperated, but wasn’t able to complete his sentence as Brooke interrupted him.<br /> “Shut the up. I can’t believe I was going to marry you,” Brooke said, her voice breaking a bit. She couldn’t even look at the man. Just the thought of standing near the man made her nauseous. She was disgusted with him. She walked out of the bathroom and straight into the hall when she heard Greg yelling after her.<br /> “That’s just it, isn’t it? Throw a fit like the bimbo that you are and walk out. That’s exactly your style.” Greg rushed after her.<br /> “How dare you?” Brooke yelled back. She could feel everyone looking at them.<br /> “How dare me? How dare you? How dare you deny me? Me? I’m Greg Wilson and I always get what I want.” Greg shouted and for the first time in their relationship, Brooke saw the arrogance and sense of entitlement oozing out of the man. She questioned herself as to how she never saw this.<br /> “You know what, pretty boy? You are right. You always get what you want. Just like you got to sleep with that secretary of yours because you could no longer keep it in your pants. Which means you got a booty at your beck and call and you once again are going to be the talk of the town. You got what you wanted. And guess what else? The wedding is off. Don’t you dare show me your face ever again, you lying, cheating .” Saying this, Brooke walked out of the hall. There were people around whispering.She could see her family and friends gathering around her. Her brother Neil was angry, she could tell. There was sadness in her mother’s eyes and her sister looked furious. She wanted to run to them and cry her heart out in the safety of their arms. But at the moment, she couldn’t. She felt humiliated in front of everyone. She couldn’t stop here for another second and listen to anyone trying to give her false assurances. She rushed to her car and drove away towards her apartment, trying to keep the tears at bay. She couldn’t believe this was her fate. She had loved the man with everything she had and lost him just because Greg would rather sleep with his bimbo of a secretary than getting married to Brooke.<br /> All Greg had to do was ask him, explain his needs, and Brooke would have given him what he desired. Instead, her fiance, well ex-fiance, thought it appropriate to have sx with someone else. A single tear rolled down her cheek. Until today Brooke was at her happiest. She had her own firm, she earned well and had a great family. She was in love. She had a loving fiance and she was about to get married to the love of her life. She was going to finally settle down, have a great married life, have kids, maybe adopt a dog and live happily ever after. It was everything she ever wanted for herself.<br /> And now she had lost everything. Brooke angrily wiped at her eyes and decided that right now she didn’t want to think about anything. She didn’t want to meet anyone, didn’t want to hear the pity in her friend’s or her family’s voice when they consoled her. Her only plans for the moment were getting hammered, eating junk food, and passing out.<br /> That was exactly what she did once she reached her apartment, in that exact order.<br /> <br /> The next week Brooke got up early and went about her morning routine. She went for a jog, which was a bit awkward as everyone at the park seemed to be giving her looks and talking about her in hushed tones. She gathered it was bound to happen after the whole 'wedding gone wrong' debacle. She didn’t pay too much attention to the gossip-mongering and focused on herself. When she came back home, she headed for a shower. She had eggs, toast, and fruit for breakfast. The first thing she decided to do was call her friends and family. She called Beth and Steve first, starting with an apology for not opening up the door that day and for being rude. They both forgave him quickly, but Beth threatened him that if Brooke ever did that again, she’d barge in by breaking down the door and kicking her hip. They talked for a while and made a plan to meet up at the cafe sometime soon. Next up, she called his family, assuring her mother that everything was okay and that she was getting better. She promised her father he’d see them soon. Brooke truly felt lucky to have such a loving and caring family and friends around him.<br /> Initially, Brooke didn’t want to go out of the house. But she was renewed with hope that maybe things would be better one day and she’d stop hurting. So, she got dressed and headed for her office. Donald, her secretary, was sitting at his desk when she entered. The moment she entered, Donald went into panic mode.<br /> “Ma’am...I...I didn’t know you were coming in today,” Donald said, coming around his desk, clearly taken aback by Brooke’s presence.<br /> “Why? You didn’t think I had retired, did you?” Brooke teased him, trying to ease the tension.<br /> Brooke had hired Donald when she'd met the man at Wilson’s office as he was trying to get a job. Brooke had been there to meet Greg and had seen Donald hurriedly exiting the office where the interviews were being held. Intrigued, she had followed him and found him desperately fighting his tears. She had calmed him down and asked her what the problem was. Turned out, he was a PA at the firm, and then eventually the firm had closed down. Faced with sudden unemployment, his parents had asked her to come back and seek a job here in Twin Peaks. Unfortunately, it had been six months and she had yet to get a job. His father was suffering from heart issues and because they were tight on money, they couldn’t afford the medication. He badly needed a job and he’d had no luck so far. Looking at his portfolio, Brooke was impressed, and her previous secretary, Stacy had just gotten married and left the job. Brooke took the opportunity to give him a chance. The next day she called him for an interview and ever since he’d been managing Brooke’s contacts.<br /> “N-no, nothing of that sort.” Donald hurried to explain. “It’s just…I’ve been trying to get hold of you…” He trailed off, not knowing how he should let Brookeknow just how much trouble they were in.<br /> “Donny, calm down. What happened?”<br /> “Umm...two days after the wedding, I got a call from Morris. They have hired an Austin-based firm and have dropped us as their architects. Then a day later, the Ultra Machine’s executive, Ms. Kennedy called and they canceled their contract with us. Even Carl Gregson called and they said they’re forced to drop us. Madam, we’re only left with two clients now, and I’m really worried they might turn us down, too,” Donald said, her voice trembling.<br /> Brooke was beyond shocked. Her mouth was dry. She was out of the office just a little over a week and most of his contracts were gone. “Why...why didn’t you say something sooner? Why didn’t you call me?”<br /> “I tried, but your phone was switched off. I even came to your house but no one opened the door. I didn’t know what to do. I’m so sorry.” Donald explain, looking sad as if it was all her fault.<br /> “Hey...it’s alright.” Now more than ever, he was regretting staying at home. “Di...did any of them give us a reason for suddenly terminating their contracts?”<br /> Donald looked up at him. There was something akin to pity in her expression which Brooke couldn’t understand the reason behind, “They said they cannot work with you because...because….”<br /> “Because?”<br /> “Because you canceled the wedding with Mr. Wilson,” Donald whispered, afraid of her reaction. He felt bad for her. She was a good person and a great boss. To see this happening to her was really sad.<br /> “What?”<br /> “There’s talk in town that Mr. Wilson has asked everyone to cut off any kind of relationship they had with you…” Donald trailed off.<br /> “Say no more.” It dawned on Brooke what was going on. “Thank you, Donald.” She said and headed straight into her office. She was enraged. How dare Greg do that to her? But more than that she was furious with her clients. They’d known her for a long time. Some of them had known him since she was a child. And yet they had bowed down to the pressure. The first thing she did was call Morris.<br /> “Hey, Charles, this is Brooke. What the ? How can you terminate the contract with my firm without proper intimation?” Brooke<br /> “Brooke, I’m sorry son. I didn’t want to pull out, but you know Greg. The Wilson’s lent me money so I could afford my son’s higher education. I owe them. They forced me to cancel the deal with you or else face the consequences.”<br /> Brooke gasped at the information. Never in her life would he have thought Greg would be so cruel as to threaten people. But it seemed Brooke never knew the evil Greg that was hidden behind the mask of a supposedly decent, charming, young man.<br /> “You can’t give in. You know he cheated on me.”<br /> “I know, Brooke. I know. But he says he’s going to make sure you come back to him crying and begging. I’m so sorry, my dear.”<br /> Not in the mood to hear anything else, Brooke hung up. She felt betrayed and enraged. She’d worked so hard to establish this firm and it was going to be over just because she declined to marry Greg! She called Greg, furious with white-hot rage. “You idiot,” Brooke yelled when the call was picked up.<br /> “Hello to you too, honey.” Greg’s voice penetrated his ears and Brooke could tell he was mocking her.<br /> “How dare you? You cheated on me and now you think you’ll turn my clients away with threats? “<br /> “I don’t think, sugar. I did.”<br /> “You smug , what do you want? Why don’t you leave me alone?”<br /> “Oh sweetie, after the stunt you pulled in front of everyone in town that day, I think you deserve this. And you’ll slowly come to understand that your place is with me, by my side and you’ll come back running to me.”<br /> “Oh my God, how did I ever think that you were a good man? I cannot believe I couldn’t see beyond that mask and found out just how cruel and evil you are.”<br /> “Oh sweetheart, come on. It was just a fling. You forget you are mine. And I’ll see to it that I get you back.”<br /> “In your dreams. You think if you shut down my business I’ll come crawling back to you? You’re wrong. I will close down my firm or sell my business before I would ever come back to you. You think you’re so awesome. 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1,367,023	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1376738}'	No	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	1367840483914312	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them.<br /> Just had a sexual fantasy with my boss. I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> ————————<br /> Emma<br /> If anyone has a reason to cry, it’s me. 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And then we’re all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn’t so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids’ school when I drop them off well into first period. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don’t quite realize why until I’m in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute shitshow. My hair is a rat’s nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It’s way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan’s eyebrow. It’s probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. 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I didn’t—”<br /> “You’re wearing yesterday’s skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—” He checks his watch. “—two and a half hours late. I’m not sure if you think I’m stupid or easy. I’m also not sure which of those two would offend me more.”<br /> One word snags my attention. “Seduce?” I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> “Ms. Carson, I’m not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you.”<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I’m able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He’s as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he’s so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday’s nightmare, I’m running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he’s scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I’m counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I’m a Times Square partier on New Year’s Eve.<br /> “Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil’s name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> “Shut the door,” he orders. It’s dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He’s a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> “Sit.” A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I’m so, so tired. But I can’t show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won’t give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he’s outlasted me.<br /> “I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention,” he begins. “I’m not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you’re gone. Am I making myself clear?”<br /> I swallow. “Yes, sir.”<br /> He nods. “Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me… there’s the door.”<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn’t know what I’m going through. He doesn’t know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn’t know that I buried my sister or that I’m barely keeping my head above water. He doesn’t know anything.<br /> “No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, screw you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I’m real! So I’d appreciate it very much if you’d pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once.”<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> “Is there something else, Ms. Carson?”<br /> That’s when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn’t real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. “No, sir,” I say quietly. “Nothing at all.”<br /> -<br /> I ended the call with my best friend, Phoebe.<br /> Then a face pops up on the black screen of my mind’s eye.<br /> It’s Ruslan because, like I told Pheebs, he haunts me even when I’m off the clock. He’s smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-to-you smile. The camera of my imagination pulls back and floats down.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is wearing an ivory white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Enough to see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can’t quite make out. He flexes his forearms in front of him. Those knuckles crack, louder than I expected, and I let out a surprised little gasp.<br /> I like when you make that noise, he croons. Shall I see if I can make you do it again?<br /> I’m nodding before I’m even realizing what I’m doing. “Make me moan,” I plead.<br /> I’m also touching the inside of my knee before I realize what I’m doing. But it’s not my hands that are doing it—or at least, it doesn’t feel like it’s my hands. It’s Ruslan’s hands, huge and powerful, palming my thigh and drifting up under the edge of my pencil skirt.<br /> You’ve been a naughty assistant, he growls, breath minty in my face where it mingles with the woodsy spice of his cologne. There’s a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he’s just going with it because it’s hotter than it is ridiculous. You’ve been so very, very bad. Step into my office and shut the door.<br /> The rest of the world disappears like I just followed his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingering smell of burrito cheese. Ruslan is all I smell now.<br /> That cologne.<br /> That breath.<br /> Beneath it, that musk that sets my nerve endings on fire.<br /> “Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?” I whisper.<br /> I’m on the literal edge of my seat, grinding and bucking against my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm of his hand. I’d do anything for him. Say anything. Be anything.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is every bit the cruel prick that real Ruslan is. He said he’d keep my orgasms to himself, but I feel like I stole this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an hour later, I come back to something like normal consciousness with drool on my lips and my fingers wet and sticky with my own desire.<br /> I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> The reality of what is happening clicks in my gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed moments before my head comes to terms with it.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been on a call with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my phone has been recording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made while I begged for his mercy and pleaded for him to make me come.<br /> Did Ruslan hear the whole thing?<br /> -<br /> “It’s over. My life as I know it is over. R.I.P. to me.”<br /> “I’m sorry, who is this?”<br /> “Pheebs!”<br /> She chuckles while I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try not to throw up. My phone is lying on the bathroom counter on speakerphone, mostly because my palms have been sweating since I saw the meeting invite in my calendar for today.<br /> 9:00 A.M. – 09:07:32 A.M.: Emma Carson 1-on-1 with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Anyway, rewind, take a deep breath, then tell me what’s going on in your big girl voice. Unburden yourself. Take all the time you need. Just make it quick because I have a 9 o’clock appointment.”<br /> I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet now, the same way that Reagan does when she needs to pee really bad. “Yeah, so do I. With him.”<br /> “Ah. Oh, wait—oh.”<br /> I first called Phoebe last night right after realizing what I’d done. Her reaction was a dizzying mixture of pride and horror. I believe her exact words were, “Sure, it’s mortifying, but I’m glad you got your rocks off. Knew you had it in you.”<br /> She’s a little more reassuring now that things are escalating out of control. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he heard the voicemail, Em. Maybe this is just a standard, no-big-deal, super-boring-business-stuff Thursday morning meeting.”<br /> “It’s scheduled for seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Precisely.”<br /> “Hm.” There’s a beat of silence. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”<br /> “Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for me? I’m gonna lose my job, Phoebe!”<br /> “You don’t know that for sure. Just take a deep breath and go in there, see what he wants. Play it cool, y’know?”<br /> “And what if what he wants is to kick my arse to the curb with a recommendation letter that claims I’m a dirty bimbo?”<br /> “I mean, there’s probably a market for that.” I moan as Phoebe’s laughter fades into a serious tone. “Listen, boo: whatever happens, you’re a strong, smart, confident woman and you’re gonna land on your feet. And until you do, I’ve got your back.”<br /> Her words mean everything to me, but I know that Phoebe doesn’t have much margin for error in her life, either. She struggles just as hard as I do. If she is able to help, it still wouldn’t put a dent in all the bills and loans looming over me.<br /> “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ve gotta go to my doom now.”<br /> “Keep your pecker up!”<br /> I blink. “Huh?”<br /> “Oklahoma talk. It means, like, ‘break a leg,’ but for Midwesterners.”<br /> If I weren’t worried about losing my job and ending up homeless on the street with three kids, I’d laugh. Instead, I say one more miserable goodbye, then spend a solid three minutes dry-heaving into one of the empty bathroom stalls.<br /> Once I’ve sufficiently bruised my stomach lining, I slink out of the bathroom and waste the remaining two minutes before the meeting standing outside of Ruslan’s door, watching the clock steal my life away one second at a time.<br /> “You okay, Emma?” asks Katie Miller, another of the executive assistants on this floor, as she passes by.<br /> “Dandy,” I mumble. “Just waiting for the noose.”<br /> “What was that?”<br /> “Nothing. I like your earrings. Have a good day.”<br /> She raises her brow a smidge. I’m not usually so dismissive, but I can’t concentrate on small talk right now. Not when I’m T-minus thirty seconds away from the end of my career.<br /> Dear God, I know I don’t pray to you often. Or, well, ever. But please help me out today and I’ll definitely consider starting on a more semi-regular basis.<br /> Great. Now, I’m bargaining with God. New low, Emma. New low.<br /> I take a deep breath and walk into his office. The shades are tight, snuffing out all the light of the Manhattan morning beyond. It’s like a bear cave in here—and the grizzly in question is sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me until I’m standing in front of his desk.<br /> “Sit.”<br /> The moment my rear end is parked, he puts his phone down and looks at me. Just looks at me.<br /> In the eighteen months that I’ve worked for him, he’s never once given me the benefit of his full attention. Even during our morning meetings, he’s either on his phone, flipping through files, or typing away on his laptop. I used to be annoyed about it. I’m only now realizing I should have been grateful.<br /> Should I say something?<br /> Maybe he wants me to break the silence. Maybe I’m supposed to give him an explanation, an apology, something. But the more the silence stretches on, the less I’m capable of breaking it.<br /> I decide once again that those amber eyes of his should be outlawed.<br /> “I heard the voicemail,” he says at last.<br /> I can’t place his tone. Amusement? Anger? Disbelief?<br /> “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Carson?”<br /> I launch into the apology I spent most of last night practicing in the mirror. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Oryolov. I have no idea what I was thinking. The whole thing was an accident; I didn’t realize I’d dialed you. I was so tired and out of it and… I can assure you that it will never happen again. I swear.”<br /> My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but I try to keep my voice steady. I can’t sound too desperate, although that’s exactly what I am.<br /> “Tell me, Ms. Carson: what would you do in my place?”<br /> “I would give the plucky, hard-working assistant another chance, maybe?” It’s a long shot, but I figure, what the heck? I just wish I’d asked it without my voice rising to an Alvin and the Chipmunks pipsqueak at the end.<br /> His mouth twitches with the promise of a smile, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “I know what you sound like when you climax, Emma. Is that the soundtrack you want running through all our interactions from now on?”<br /> Flushing the brightest of reds, I shake my head. “If we could maybe just forget this whole thing—”<br /> “The way I see it, there are only two options here.”<br /> I hold my breath.<br /> “One, I fire you.”<br /> There it is. I knew it. I’m done for. I’m going to need to call the welfare office and see what—<br /> “Or two… I give you exactly what you want.”<br /> I almost choke on my own saliva. What little is left in my gaping mouth. “W-what?”<br /> Silently, Ruslan offers me the blue folder lying in front of him. I pick it up with shaky hands and open the cover. It takes me a few long moments to figure out what on earth I’m looking at.<br /> A… contract?<br /> I read through the first page, feeling a strange sensation bubble up in my chest.Then, since I’m clearly misunderstanding something, I read through the first page again. And again. And again.<br /> Only then do I look up. “Is this a joke?”<br /> He doesn’t blink. “I never joke.”<br /> “It’s just that, it seems like, from what I read, um—”<br /> “I will offer you money and security in exchange for live encores of the little performance you sent me last night. In addition to meeting my other needs.”<br /> “And by ‘needs,’ you mean…intercourse?”<br /> He tilts his chin down and regards me solemnly. “How explicit would you like me to be, Ms. Carson?”<br /> What.<br /> “So this—” I raise the blue folder in my hand. “—is a sugar daddy contract?”<br /> His brow furrows. “I’d prefer to call it a ‘Friend With Benefits’ contract.”<br /> “But we’re not friends.”<br /> He smirks. “Fair enough. 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