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2,155,742	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155743}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	👉Only $0.99 for all books😍	I’m spreading legs for my father-in-law after I find my fiancé cheat on me… This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such. Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring. It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way—not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him. I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house. They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidity—that stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real him—the one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jake’s hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. We’re sitting with his dad. “Did it go well then?” Alaric smiles at me from across the table. I nod and smile. “It went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well.” “Ruby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You don’t need to be so formal.” His words are kind, and I nod. “Anyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; don’t drive back so late, son.” I watch Alaric stand and leave. I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table. “Babes, it was nothing. I didn’t even get close to my goal.” He leans forward, his lips finding mine. “Even so, we were sat with your dad!” I don’t feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company. “Babes, stop sulking. Let’s get to bed.” He pulls me up, and I follow him. It’s been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad we’re engaged. When I walk into his room, I smile—it’s exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth. Shaking my head, I step back. “Not here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room.” That is just awkward. He sighs and climbs into bed. “You know, you worry too much when it comes to sax. Loosen up, babes!” His words shock me, and he laughs. “Forget it. Sleep.” He rolls over. Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I can’t feel comfortable with him entering me so close to his dad. Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me. “Morning Ruby, Coffee?” Nodding, I smile. “Please, Alaric. I didn’t sleep too well.” My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true. “Is my son keeping you awake?” He smiles at me. “Not exactly. My mind wouldn’t quieten down.” I kept repeating Jake’s words over and over. “Ah, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when you’re back home.” I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down. “We best leave. Long drive ahead of us.” Jake grabs his jacket. “Okay, call in more often, both of you!” Alaric hugs me. “It’s nice to see you again, Ruby.” We say goodbye and leave. The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my knee—it ended up between my thighs. I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him enter me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me? Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me. "We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room. Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sax and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring. 6 Months Later Sitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy. "He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool. "Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys." Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See." Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze. "Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me. "Is this her?" The woman who is without clothes and currently wrapped around him laughs, and Jake chuckles. "Get out!" Screaming, I throw my bag at him. "Calm it, Ruby!" Jake screams at me. I watch the woman grab her clothes and rush out. "How could you?" Screaming, I take off a shoe and throw it at him. "Because you're boring! God, woman, you're soo stiff." His words are screamed into my face as he laughs. "You were a means to an end, I wanted my inheritance, and you helped me to get it!" My body freezes. "Did you ever actually like me?" Was this all a way to get the money? "Yes! Then I got bored, but I could see my dad thought this was the real deal. He seemed to think you were fixing me, so I played for a bit until he signed my money over. You can't complain; you got to date and sleep with me. Someone every woman wants." My hand swings, and I punch him. "Screw you!" I fight back the tears and push him away from me. "No thanks, there's more action in a board game. Want some advice? Stop being a prude." He turns and storms out. My body falls to the floor. Over a year he used me for over a year to get money? "Ruby." Turning, I look at Ivy and fight back the tears. "He's the sort who will die alone. With money, but no woman will be there." She moves and hugs me. "God, I'm a fool! What's wrong with me?" Sitting, I cry, and her arms stay wrapped around me, trying to comfort me. Chapter 2 The List It's been a month since I saw Jake with that woman. I spend it hiding away. Other than studying, I don't leave. I know everyone is talking. Jake's latest bit I caught him with has made it known why he walked. Everyone knows, and everyone is talking about me like I'm a nun. "Do something!" Bex shouts at me. "Like what?" Nothing I do will bring Jake back. "Prove the guy wrong, get people talking about you and how much you do. Write a sax list." I laugh at her words. "What is a sax list?" Rolling her eyes at me, she laughs. "It's a list of things you need to do or try. It revolves mostly around sax. Things like visiting a sax shop, having a one-night stand, and making a sax video. There are loads. Prove you're not what he says." She turns and walks out. It could be fun, and right now, I have nothing to lose—not when everyone says I'm a nun. I grab a pen and notebook and sit. My eyes look over the blank paper. My mind comes up blank as I sit and consider. Visit a sax shop Watch a video Use a toy Kiss a random guy Kiss a woman Take pole dancing lessons Do a saxy photoshoot Dance at an adult club Buy saxy lingerie Have a night with three Visit a special club I keep going, and by the time I'm finished, the list is two pages long. Looking through it, I decided now that I should get started. I need to do something. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and load up a special site. This seems like a good starting place. This is out of my element. Scrolling through, I stop at a video. I watch it, and shaking my head, I quickly close that video. That was too much too soon. Clicking on another, I begin watching it. I'm astounded—she looks like she's enjoying it a lot. So why don't I feel pleasure like that? I lose myself in the video, soon finding myself watching more after it, and the night disappears. Some of the videos do really make me feel like a prude. Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around. My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sax toys. I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop. My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag. Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the items in the drawer next to my bed. They are items I have to use. Otherwise, why visit a shop and buy them? "We're going out!" Bex and Ivy burst into my room. "Oh my God!" Bex runs over and pulls the items out. "You made a list!" She squeals and hugs me. "Okay, calm down. Anyway, I'm not going out." He will be there with her. "Yes, you really are! Don't let him push you into hiding. That confirms his words. It's been a month. Get on a beautiful dress, now." Ivy drags me up from the bed. "Fine!" Walking over, I look through the clothes. "No! You're wearing this." Bex holds out a dress, and my eyes widen. "Is that even legal?" I stare at it; it's short, and most of it is see-through. "Very, get it on. Look, you don't want him back. Screw him, not literally, as that's not allowed! Show him what he's missing. You might be a prude, but he can't enter you for good." I laugh at her words. "What? I've heard you two. He doesn't hit the spot. Come on." Ivy bounces around me. "Okay, give me ten minutes." I grab the dress and go to the bathroom to get ready. Walking out, they are waiting. "Oh yeah, he never saw you in anything like this. Make him bleed." I laugh at Bex. "That's if he's there, we're going to Rainbow Horse." That's a gay bar. Jake does go there, not often, but still, there's a chance he is there, which makes me want to refuse. The bar is full; Bex and Ivy have pretty much been pouring the shots down my throat. I won't complain, though, as I'm laughing and enjoying the night. Standing on the dance floor with them, my body moves to the music. I'm glad I decided to come out. They were right I do feel better already. My body stops when I see him and her together. They are staring towards me and laughing. "Don't. You do not let him and that evil excuse of a woman run you out and stop having fun. Turn your back to them and dance." Bex pulls me so I'm no longer facing them. It wouldn't be as bad if he wasn't talking about me and saying something. I see Oliver dancing, and I smile toward him. "While dancing, move me closer to Oliver." This will stop Jake from staring at me. Bex and Ivy nod but look at me, confused. We dance, and as we do, they keep moving toward him. Dancing beside him, he notices me and glances down. "Ruby, didn't expect to see you out tonight." He smiles slightly and stops dancing. "Am I not allowed to have fun like the rest of you?" He chuckles at my words. "I didn't think you 'did' fun." "Because Jake said so, right?" He nods, and I continue to dance. "Indulge me, won't you Oliver and go along with me?" He peers at me, confused. His eyes stay fixed on mine, am I really about to do this? Doubt creeps in, and I feel someone push me forward, my lips pressing against his. The feel of his hand slipping around my waist makes me smile as I continue to kiss Jake's best friend. His hands hold me closer as I finally break away from the kiss. "What was that?" He stares at me. "Oh, just some fun. Thanks for letting me borrow your mouth for a few seconds." Turning, I walk towards Bex and Ivy. "Erm." Bex laughs. "I gave you a nudge but didn't think you would actually stick your tongue in his mouth." "It worked, Jake is pissed." Ivy laughs, and I glance over, seeing him glaring at me. I give a little wave and turn away from him. "You realise you never do that, right? The whole kissing someone, random people. You date, that's it." Ivy continues to laugh. "I changed my mind; dating got me nowhere. I might test-ride all his friends." They both laugh, but I'm being serious. We stay for a short while longer before making our way home. Getting in, I walk into my room and stop. "What are you doing here?" I stare at Jake. "I left my watch. I was just getting it." He holds it up. Laughing, my head shakes. "You had it on tonight. Why are you here in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed, his eyes falling to the items on the bed. I forgot Bex had pulled them out of the drawer. "Why do you have these?" He picks up the handcuffs. "Jake, you need to leave." Why is he here? "Look, you wanted my attention, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Oliver. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh. "Come on, Ruby. You wanted to play, so let's play." "Jake, I wanted to play with Oliver, not you. I did play with him. Now leave." He sits, shocked. "You're joking." "No, get out of my room!" My words are screamed, and I see Bex appear at the door. "Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out. Bex laughs before leaving. What was I ever doing with that guy? Chapter 3 Lessons The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances. I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening. "Why are you wearing those heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?" "I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them." "I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes. "I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe. "You're going to dance in a club?" "Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-bare on a pole." "I think I need to make a list for myself! It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together. Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Bex is falling over and laughing. I honestly think she might be drunk. Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is like... no way...keep our feet on the ground." She laughs, and I nod. "You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we begin to leave. "Thanks; by any chance, do you know Boudoir Bunny?" She stops mid-step and turns to me. "Yes, why are you asking?" "Because I plan to visit tomorrow night." Her mouth falls open. "Do you know what it is?" She looks at me now. "I do. I read up on it, checked it out online, and spoke to someone else who goes there. I'm not planning to do anything there; I just want to go and see what it's like." "To see what it's like? It's a bandage club, like a full-on sax club. With private rooms and something else." She laughs, and I nod. "Which, you know, and you're still going?" "I'm not going in the rooms. I will be staying in the communal areas." "Can I join you?" I laugh slightly. "You were just looking at me like I'm crazy, Bex." "Yeah, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to, but I'm not about to walk into a sax club all on my own." I laugh and nod. "Then come with me. Do you have a suitable outfit?" She can't go in her usual clothes. "Not for that place, so let's go shopping." We leave together, and I go to the shop. This is twice now I've been in a sax shop. I look through the different outfits, a lot are leather, PVC or rubber. Grabbing the mask, I smile. "You're going to be a kitty?" Bex looks at me. "Yes!" I hold up the outfit, which is actually more like lingerie. She laughs and holds up her outfit. She has a bunny mask. "I have the perfect pair of shoes as well to go with it." Paying, we leave and go home. Standing in the room, I begin to go through everything. I can't find my shoes! "Bex! Ivy!" I watch them walk in. "Please say you have seen my black shoes, the ones with a metal heel." I need those; they will go with the outfit. "You had them on when you last visited Jake's dad." Ivy smiles at me. "No way!" "Just wear something else." Ivy smiles at me. "No! I had the outfit planned in my mind. I need those shoes." "Then ask Jake to get them." Sighing, I reach for my phone. I need the stuff I left at your dad's from when I stayed, please, like now, if possible. I hit send on the message and sat on the bed. I began to look through my phone. The dating app is relatively hilarious; some of the chat-up lines have me laughing. My phone vibrates, and I see Jake's name. Hitting the message, it shows up. It's your stuff. Get it yourself, or just leave it there for when I next go down with whoever I'm dating. I'm sure they will appreciate it. Screaming, I throw the things off my bed, and Bex walks in with Ivy. "Well?" "I've to get it myself or leave it there for his next woman to use." Their eyes widen. "I would say leave it, buy new, but that's awuful. Go get it." Bex smiles at me. "That means leaving early. The club is two hours away, so I need to go in the morning, get there, get my stuff, drive back, get ready, and then leave again." Maybe I should just wear different shoes. "Then don't wear those shoes." Bex shrugs, but I had it planned in my mind and I hate now following through. "No, I'm getting my stuff on the off chance he takes a woman there before I do, and she wears it." They nod and leave. Lying down, I fall asleep. Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress. "Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is. "Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here." "You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it. Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here. "Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my hip was bent over. "Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first. "No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow. "Erm..." He's smiling at me, he doesn't know. "Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?" I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before, knowing I have to tell him. He holds out the glass, and I take it. "Thanks, Aleric." "You're welcome. Why isn't Jake here?" I lick my lip. Panic builds within me, but I bite it back. "Ruby? Where the fuck is your ring?" "We're over, I'm sorry I thought he would have told you. I wouldn't have come if I knew he hadn't. I just need my things." "What do you mean it's over? What happened?" Fighting back tears, my head shakes. "It doesn't matter." "It does. You're almost crying. What happened?" He stands waiting. "I found him with some other woman in my room." He stills at my words. "He used me to convince you he had settled down so you would give him the money." "He proposed though." "To make it more real," his eyes widen. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I need to avoid his questions. "Ruby, you don't need to ask, but when you're done, we'll talk about this." I nod, quickly throw my bag on the side, and rush through. As I entered the bathroom, I locked the door. I thought he would have known. I never expected to get here and have to tell him about his own son's recklessness and dirty behaviour. Apparently, though, I have to. Jake is hiding the fact that we split, which makes no sense at all. Why hide it? Chapter 4 His Disapproval As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?" "There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman." "And..." He stands waiting. "And we split up." I shrug. "Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting. "New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money." He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked. "Then he told me I should be happy, I got to sleep and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game." Now he knows I can get my stuff and leave. "Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money." "It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me. "Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry." I shrug but don't reply. "Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?" "I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to let him enter me here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really am!" His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words. "I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying nonsense. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking. "Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down. Oh, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits. "It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong." He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it. "Cross off number eight." "W-what?" "Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it." "I want to." It will help. It's different. "No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are tortured behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out." Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club. "Number ten, cross it out." "Why?" What is wrong with a three ? "You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a three with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out. "Number fifteen as well." "People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand? "You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out. "Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sax in public. "Number nineteen." "What?" What is wrong with trying bandage during sax? "You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk." I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?" "Erm..." I swallow hard. "Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?" I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island. "My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced." I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and sleeping. Are you telling me you've never reach high, and he never enter you with his mouth?" His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sax," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sax. "I want to fix the last two issues on your list." My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. God... "You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter." "I..." I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?" He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sax over my underwear. Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset. "I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered." Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath. "Ruby, why did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting. "I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet. "In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my hips. "Your whole hip is on show. And you're wearing it out?" I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate. "Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body. We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is. His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side. "Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. I push my legs wider. 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2,155,871	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155867}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	🔞🔞Read the Full Version👉	"Sister, even if you're the rightful wife, what does it matter now? The mistress of the Hart family is my mother." "If you don't want to lose something more important than life, you must replace me today and marry that dying monster!" I was plucked from the orphanage and thrust into the arms of a legendary, terminally ill, and violent pervert. They threatened my grandfather's life, and I had no choice. Unexpectedly, everything changed dramatically after marrying into the wealthiest family, the Augustine family. Not only did my family cherish me like a treasure, but even my husband, rumored to be sick and ugly, the sole heir of the Augustine family, transformed into a perfect and caring partner, handsome and skilled in bed. Oh, what I mean is, you are already so handsome. There is no man more handsome than you in the world. Why did you hide it before? I was pinned to the bed by his strong chest, trying to delay his next request with conversation. I was truly exhausted; he had just ravished me uncontrollably. "Baby, let me kiss you there, and I'll tell you..." His tender kiss descended once more, and my bedsheets were soaked through.. …… In the winter of 2015, Olive Hart sat on a train from an orphanage in the suburbs and was headed for Los Angeles. When she was nine year old, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she's being brought back to LA. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hart's family and the Augustine's family. A daughter from the Hart's family is to marry into the Augustine's family. But, with the rumours of the groom being terminally ill, neither of Hart's two sisters consented to the marriage. Olive was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of blood. Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In split seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in. "Boss, there's no one here. Let's just send him to hell." One of them roared. The scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward Olive. Olive instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man's eyes passed a message of strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands, Olive immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, "Don't hurt me please. I saw nothing." Their leader stepped forward and stared at Olive's small face. Her eyes were incomparably bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed. The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior. "Little beauty, we don't have to hurt you, you just have to please my brothers." Olive's slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, "I don't want to die, please. As long as you don't hurt me, I'll definitely serve you all satisfactorily. Olive's soft and gentle pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader's body. He pounced on Olive and tried submerging her slender body under his. "Boss, you go first. We'll send this dk to hell first. Then we'll all have a good time with her." One of the men suggested. Already manipulated by the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on the floor and had reached out to pull the buttons of Olive's clothes. But in splits seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head to meet Olive's bright eyes. The panics and weakness which were visible in her eyes had now disappeared. A cold look was now evident. "You.." The man made to speak, but Olive immediately kicked him on the loins. "Fk" The man man muttered and came crashing to the ground. "Boss!" The men had chorused in shock. The men were startled and wanted going to assist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he snatched the weapon from one of the men in black. The men then fell to the ground one by one almost in a split second. Olive sat up. She knew the man was only playing unconscious. Her eyes met with his. He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two small abyss in the bottom of them. Anyone who looked at them was bound to be sucked in. "Master, we're late." The rescuers arrived and began to clean up in an orderly fashion. One of the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards olive with steady steps. His bony fingers clenched her small jaw. With squinted eyes, he look at her playfully. His voice was low and magnetic, "What do you think I'll do with you?" Olive was forced to look up at him. The man was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and cold as the night. Although he had wiped his hands, she could still smell blood. She knew she had witnessed everything. And it would be difficult to get away. She knocked down the man's hand and uttered sternly, "I'm the bride who's about to marry into the Red Villa." The man raised his eyebrows. It was quite interesting. She's... his bride? "Aren't you from Los Angeles? You should know that the daughter of the Hart's family is the one to marry into the Red Villa." "Yes, I'm fully aware of that. And I am the bride. If something sinister happens to me, don't you think that'll be big trouble for you? Just let me go, I saw saw nothing, and would say nothing!" At this point, Olive really owed her stepmother, Monica, a vote of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has sent the money which she used in taking the train to LA. However, it wasn't due to the fact that she loved Olive, but because the marriage was important to Monica. The marriage between the Hart's family and The Augustine's family (The Red Villa.) Was the biggest gossip in the whole of LA. Olive's words seem to have caught the man's attention. He stared at her with interest. Today, he was set up by a business opponent who wanted him dead. It was indeed an accident meeting this girl. Looking intensively at her, he estimated her age to be about twenty. Although her face was pale and her clothes, messy. Her eyes were clear and intelligent, and they Shone brightly. The man moved back and took his men away. Olive's fingertips slowly loosened. The man turned his head and spoke slowly in lips she could understand "I'll see you soon." ... Cambridge hotel and suites. The Hart's family's wedding was held today. In the bridal lounge, Gabriella Hart stared at her half-sister (they shared the same father), Olive and said, "Olive, your mother died when you were nine. You later pushed our grandfather down the stairs with your own hands. Hence, you were sent to the orphanage by dad. Now that you're back, I'm certain you know the reason. So you need to comply. Otherwise, you'll be sent back to the suburbs where you came from." She paused to take a breathe and added, " To the Hart's family, you're nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. So, you better behave like one." Olive twisted her lips and replied coldly, "Of course, I do understand. I have no time for this now. You can stop barking." Gabriella was too furious to talk back and stared at Olive's bright eyes. Her eyes were indeed stunning. You could tell she's a beauty simply from that pair of eyes. Gabriella went extremely jealous. She felt as though she should dig out her pair of eyes. 'She should be nothing but an ugly redneck!' "Olive, the time has come, we should move!" Patrick's deep voice sounded as he walked in with Monica and a group of guests. Chapter 2 The Newlywed Husband Monica was a popular actress in the entertainment industry when she was young. Even after having two daughters, she still took care of her body. Just like a beautiful charming young woman. She was a mistress, but her skills were extremely high. Not only did she successfully dethrone the real wife. She also moved herself to the position of Matriarch in the Hart's family. Monica had indeed made the wedding glamorous. Even Olive's wedding dress had been customized from Paris at a very huge cost. Everyone did praise her for a job well done. Olive pretended as though she was devoid of knowledge. She looked through the door expectantly, "Why isn't the groom here?" Immediately she was done speaking, Monica's expression changed greatly. Everyone stared at one another in awe. "Isn't she aware that she's about marrying an ill man?" questioning look showed on faces of the guests. Patrick stepped forward, his eyes a little guilty and dodgy, "Olive, the groom isn't feeling too well. So he can't come. But you'll meet him once we're done done here." An obedient smile arched on her lips, " Okay dad. I should be heading to meet him." Olive was led by Patrick into a luxury G-wagon which parked in the hotel's garage. She waved at him and he nodded in response, as the car sped off. They guests were sympathetic that she wasn't aware of her husband's condition. They all looked at Monica and began to whisper sarcastic words. Although Monica was quite stunning, she was a stepmother who made another woman's child marry a sick man. Monica cheeks fluttered in embarrassment. The wedding was originally under her control, but Olive had to ask such question in a bid to stymy her plans. Monica let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in the future. Olive arrived at the Red Villa and was ushered into her room. The lights were not turned on, thus it was pitch dark and the atmosphere was a bit cold. Olive's dark eyes shone in a gleam of vigilance. She walked over to the bed and saw a man lying on the big, soft bed. This must be her new husband! Olive reached out to give him a pulse, she stretched out her index finger towards him, but in the next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers. She felt as though the world was spinning, and before saying jack, he was already on top of her. Olive was galvanized. She was informed that her husband was a sick man. But the fingers that had just grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of a healthy man. "Who is he?" Olive quickly bent her knees and pressed against his crotch. But the man was even faster. He easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to be unable to move. He was quick, accurate and ruthless. "Who are you? Let me go!" Olive struggled hard as their bodies rubbed through the thin fabric. "The bride is enthusiastic, do you want to have sex?" A deep magnetic voice sounded. "..." Degenerate! Olive suddenly pondered on the possibility of the man in the room being her husband. The man's slender fingers had already landed on the zip of her dress, and was slowly unzipping it. Olive quickly grabbed his hands, "What are you doing?" "Just moan. Can you do that?" Moan? At this moment, Olive heard a sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a maid who was beckoning on the Old madam Samantha. "Madam, this isn't good. We had better go back..." " Shh."The old lady hushed angrily, "I'll listen with my ears, not with my eyes!" Olive wanted to see what was going on, but Elvis pressed her shoulder with one hand and pushed her back, "Hurry up and moan." Olive guessed that he needed to put up a show for the old lady and needed her cooperation. " I can't do that." Elvis stared at the girl beneath him. She's only twenty years old or odd, now showing a frown, and her eyes reserved and shy. Elvis two big hands came to her dress and pulled it off. Olive felt her skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim shoulders. However, although the man was thin, he had great strength. His bony fingers quickly penetrated her and felt obstructed. Elvis narrowed his eyes and asked, "Virgin?" Olive didn't answer, but used his slender snow-white arms to block him, trying to push him away. Elvis' eyes grew deeper, and he moved his fingers upward, pressing them on a place that was not enough to hurt her but could make her feel comfortable. Olive's face was extremely red. She wanted to run away, but the man's fingers had already started to rub, and her body instinctively let out a moan. She was extremely shy and instinctively covered her mouth. "Yes, that's it. Call it out loud." Elvis was satisfied and encouraged. With his voice, his hand movements became faster and faster... No, Olive could feel that it was not just fast, but also a wonderful sense of rhythm. He sometimes rushed, sometimes very gentle, and sometimes teased her in circles. Her groans kept rushing out of her mouth, one after another. No... please... I... this is too fast... "Uh... please... slow down..." Elvis propped his hands on her side, trapping her in his arms and initiating some extreme intimate movements. In such dark room, the big bed was rattled by him. "Continue to yell, or I'll be serious." He threatened in a low voice. Olive shivered. She didn't doubt his words one bit. So she closed her eyes and moaned as he ordered. Outside the room, old Mrs Samantha clasped her hands together and muttered, "Great, my grandson is neither gay nor incompetent. Creator bless me. I'm going to have a great-grandson!" Old Mrs Samantha danced happily and quickly left to say the rosary. Olive hastily reached out and pushed the man off her body. This time, Elvis was also cooperative and had let go of her. With a bang, he turned on the wall lamp. Olive sat up. She zipped her dress, covering her shiny shoulders and her delicate milk muscles. She raised her eyes and looked at the man. He had already gotten out of bed, his handsome face was revealed. The muscles on his face were carved perfectly. But Olive had no time to admire the man's beauty. Her eyes had widened in shock, "It's you!" He was the man on the train! He was her new husband! Olive knew she was going to marry a sick man, and had prepared for it. But she never thought that it would be him. She reminisced on how she yelled at him on the train. Plausibly saying that she was the bride who was marrying into the Red Villa. She was convinced that he must have been laughing inwardly while listening to her petty threats. Elvis's reddish lips cracked into a smile, "You recognized me. I did say we were gonna meet soon." There was some trace of playfulness in his eyes. He was informed by the butler that the Hart's family were giving up their abandoned daughter for marriage. All he cared about was to marry in order to please his grandmother. But he was still impressed that she happened to be the bride, especially after the incident on the train. Chapter 3 Squeeze Her Neck A knock was heard on the door, "Young master." Henry, the butler called from outside. "Come in." Elvis lightly raised his thin lips. Henry pushed open the door and walked in. "Young master, young mistress, anything you would like me to do?" Elvis stood beside the bed. He was wearing a simple white trousers with a black T-shirt. One could tell the fabric was expensive, which looked like a handmade version. They made him look tall and handsome, with a magnificent temperament. Elvis lowered his eyes and skillfully flipped the silver button on his shirt with his fingers. He glanced at Olive and said, "Do you wish to eat anything?" Olive heart tensed. The marriage was planned by the older generation of the four most powerful family in Los Angeles, The Augustines, The Blues, The Heavens and The Dominos. Elvis, the young master of the Augustine's family, ruled the country with the dominant place. He was the youngest and the most Handsome of business leaders. However, he stayed anonymous and no one knew what he truly looked like. The Red Villa was situated in a remote location. At first glance, one would think that they weren't a wealthy family. Monica's biggest wish was to marry both her daughters into the four major families in Los Angeles. With the news of the son of the Augustine's family being sick, Monica really wanted to go against the contract by not giving any of her daughter to the marriage. But Patrick Hart was a feudal and filial person and was unwilling to violate the marriage contract made by the older generation. Monica had then thought of Olive, so she brought her back as the bride. To Olive's prior understanding, the man she was being married to was nothing to write home about, but at this moment, she was puzzled. The man in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help but worship. Olive wanted to say something, but at this moment, the man suddenly put both of his hands on the table. He narrowed his handsome eyes and groaned. The butler's expression became that of fright, he said hastily, "Young master, I'll call the doctor now!" Olive's bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped up in the table were already bruising, like a sign of illness. Is he sick? Olive's eyes met his. He turned abruptly and said to the butler, "Get her out of here!" Olive knew that she couldn't leave at the moment. She had left the Hart's family for a purpose and needed to take hold of the identity as the bride of the Red Villa. Olive stared at Elvis fixedly, "You're sick, what is it? I know a little about medicines and acupuncture, I can treat you." " Get out!"Elvis growled. Not only did Olive not get away, she even walked closer to him, "I smell some precious medicinal herbs such as Lily Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is correct, you have insomnia." The butler stared at Olive in shock, " Young mistress, you..." Olive's eyes fell on Elvis's handsome face, "What's the extent of your sleep disorder? Once the sleep disorder progresses, it will seriously affect a person's mental state. You should rest and relax." The corners of Elvis's long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He reached out and grabbed Olive's neck…… Please download to continue reading Book ID【2810】	LEARN_MORE	https://image.noveltells.net/landing-page/h5-556.h	Bounovel	https://www.facebook.com/100095467867530/	215	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	image.noveltells.net	IMAGE	In a conspiracy, she was taken back from the countryside to marry him instead of her sister. 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2,155,887	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155317}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Want more chapter?🔞👉	“You’re soaked,” Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I can’t… Because he’s my boyfriend’s father. * I’d just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, they’d already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think I’m finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things were…awakened…today. But because Hudson is perfect. He’s sexy, thoughtful, attentive…. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didn’t want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. He’s never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didn’t try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. Today…today I’m ready. And I’m going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, he’s handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. “Whatcha thinkin’, lovely?” My cheeks flush. “Do you really want to know?” “Always,” Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. “I think I’m ready.” All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudson’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes I’ve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looks…scary. There’s something about him that dings my radar, even though I’m used to seeing criminals in the prison. He’s well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I can’t fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. “Hudson… There’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us,” I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. “Don’t worry about him,” Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. “Hudson, he’s looking right at—” “He’s with me. That’s Preston. He’s…my bodyguard.” Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. “He usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.” Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch he’s wearing today. I’d always assumed it was a knock-off, but now I’m not so sure… The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? I’m a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I can’t even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. “Just ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.” Hudson rolls his eyes. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and I’m not going to get anything else out of him. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudson’s apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. I’ve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guy’s timing couldn’t be worse. “No thanks, Chase,” I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, “Can we both get refills?” “Oh, actually…” I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudson’s phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I’m staring at the picture, the phone rings again—the same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But there’s no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way… There’s a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they both— Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chase’s shirt, the other down Chase’s pants. He’s kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chase’s eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudson’s pants—whispering my boyfriend’s name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes over—masking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. “Are you kidding me!?” I’m not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. “Brooklyn— I—” Hudson’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Brooklyn!” Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, I’m reminded of his strength now. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing… It’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve—” He scrubs a hand over his face. “You know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. This…me and Chase… It’s complicated.” “So, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?” He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. “I don’t want your money.” Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. “I’ll keep your secret, and you don’t need to pay me off. I just don’t want to see you again.” Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldn’t have gone any worse. No wonder I’m still a virgin…my instincts were so off that I’ve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. * Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly tense about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. He’s not just a formidable wolf; he’s a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he’ll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. So…I’m up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and I’m surprised. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me I’ve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolf’s heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today—on my boyfriend’s phone. And I’ve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriend’s face. Hudson isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. I’m surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young woman—twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her—those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists weren’t bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow—ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her… What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with them—of what I could make them do to me. There’s a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. “Um,” she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Brooklyn Knox? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They don’t call me a monster for nothing. “Hello, Brooklyn,” I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. “Where do we begin?”Brooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. He’s all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up… I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudson’s father—mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. That’s why Hudson has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs—especially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I can’t imagine being Hudson…having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My body’s response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legs…there’s no way he doesn’t smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way I’m feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. “So.” I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. You’ve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name and place of birth?” I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. “I believe,” Kenwood says slowly, “that you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldness—he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shards…and some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Aden’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. I’m so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words I’d long ago memorized. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations—” “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. “Here. If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. I’m terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then— Oh my goddess— Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Chamomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. “So fresh and clean…untainted by the scent of another wolf.” Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “You must be a virgin.” My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. “So innocent, so pure…” His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. “Two of my favorite things to destroy.” Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. “Hands off!” he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine.” I rub my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt, just…shocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn’t an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, I’m grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see—” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt’s the perfect length to—” “Please, Mr. Kenwood,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. “I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” Kenwood’s response is to laugh at me. “Darling,” he says, leaning forward again. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried.” I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena’s temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. “Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.” “Mr. Kenwood,” I bite out, “if you aren’t interested in cooperating with me, I’d rather not waste my time. I’ll just let the guard know you’re being combative.” I stand up with bravado I don’t feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Aden’s demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who’s been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I can’t look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor—anywhere but at him. “You looked away first.” He studies me. “Didn’t your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you’d have died by my hand—or my wolf’s teeth. Pitiful.” Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once. I’m enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But also—god dammit—I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. He’s laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doc…” his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing “Aden Kenwood” into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King—or just “the Wolf King” sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another… God, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines… I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I’m seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. “Whatcha looking at?” my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I squeal, snatching at it. “Jolie, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.” She nods appreciatively. “Who is this?” “Aden Kenwood,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He was…unnerving.” Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,” she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she’s not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism…I’m showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry’s. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. It’s a strange feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of “her” clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. “You having fun, baby Brooklyn?” She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. “Though I’m curious…where does…all the oth—" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolie’s gaze. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little—he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. “Davis!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Jolie,” he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Brooklyn?” She gestures towards me with a big smile. “Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Davis’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress I’m wearing. I wasn’t uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. We’re not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. “Come on. We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.” I give her a little smile and nod, even though I’m not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are from…whatever she took… Jolie follows Davis into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. There’s Davis, but where’s my sister? Davis’s eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word “shit,” and then he walks over to me. “Jolie’s sister, right?” “Yes. Where is she?” “She got sick. She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters don’t just get “get sick.” I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says. “She won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit—a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. “Wait here for a bit,” Davis says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that it’s laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some… Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. 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2,155,893	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155317}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Want more chapter?🔞👉	“You’re soaked,” Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I can’t… Because he’s my boyfriend’s father. * I’d just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, they’d already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think I’m finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things were…awakened…today. But because Hudson is perfect. He’s sexy, thoughtful, attentive…. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didn’t want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. He’s never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didn’t try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. Today…today I’m ready. And I’m going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, he’s handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. “Whatcha thinkin’, lovely?” My cheeks flush. “Do you really want to know?” “Always,” Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. “I think I’m ready.” All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudson’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes I’ve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looks…scary. There’s something about him that dings my radar, even though I’m used to seeing criminals in the prison. He’s well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I can’t fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. “Hudson… There’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us,” I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. “Don’t worry about him,” Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. “Hudson, he’s looking right at—” “He’s with me. That’s Preston. He’s…my bodyguard.” Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. “He usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.” Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch he’s wearing today. I’d always assumed it was a knock-off, but now I’m not so sure… The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? I’m a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I can’t even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. “Just ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.” Hudson rolls his eyes. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and I’m not going to get anything else out of him. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudson’s apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. I’ve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guy’s timing couldn’t be worse. “No thanks, Chase,” I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, “Can we both get refills?” “Oh, actually…” I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudson’s phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I’m staring at the picture, the phone rings again—the same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But there’s no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way… There’s a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they both— Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chase’s shirt, the other down Chase’s pants. He’s kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chase’s eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudson’s pants—whispering my boyfriend’s name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes over—masking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. “Are you kidding me!?” I’m not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. “Brooklyn— I—” Hudson’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Brooklyn!” Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, I’m reminded of his strength now. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing… It’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve—” He scrubs a hand over his face. “You know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. This…me and Chase… It’s complicated.” “So, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?” He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. “I don’t want your money.” Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. “I’ll keep your secret, and you don’t need to pay me off. I just don’t want to see you again.” Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldn’t have gone any worse. No wonder I’m still a virgin…my instincts were so off that I’ve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. * Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly tense about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. He’s not just a formidable wolf; he’s a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he’ll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. So…I’m up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and I’m surprised. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me I’ve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolf’s heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today—on my boyfriend’s phone. And I’ve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriend’s face. Hudson isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. I’m surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young woman—twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her—those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists weren’t bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow—ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her… What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with them—of what I could make them do to me. There’s a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. “Um,” she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Brooklyn Knox? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They don’t call me a monster for nothing. “Hello, Brooklyn,” I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. “Where do we begin?”Brooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. He’s all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up… I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudson’s father—mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. That’s why Hudson has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs—especially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I can’t imagine being Hudson…having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My body’s response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legs…there’s no way he doesn’t smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way I’m feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. “So.” I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. You’ve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name and place of birth?” I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. “I believe,” Kenwood says slowly, “that you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldness—he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shards…and some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Aden’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. I’m so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words I’d long ago memorized. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations—” “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. “Here. If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. I’m terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then— Oh my goddess— Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Chamomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. “So fresh and clean…untainted by the scent of another wolf.” Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “You must be a virgin.” My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. “So innocent, so pure…” His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. “Two of my favorite things to destroy.” Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. “Hands off!” he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine.” I rub my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt, just…shocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn’t an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, I’m grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see—” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt’s the perfect length to—” “Please, Mr. Kenwood,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. “I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” Kenwood’s response is to laugh at me. “Darling,” he says, leaning forward again. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried.” I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena’s temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. “Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.” “Mr. Kenwood,” I bite out, “if you aren’t interested in cooperating with me, I’d rather not waste my time. I’ll just let the guard know you’re being combative.” I stand up with bravado I don’t feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Aden’s demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who’s been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I can’t look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor—anywhere but at him. “You looked away first.” He studies me. “Didn’t your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you’d have died by my hand—or my wolf’s teeth. Pitiful.” Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once. I’m enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But also—god dammit—I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. He’s laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doc…” his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing “Aden Kenwood” into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King—or just “the Wolf King” sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another… God, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines… I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I’m seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. “Whatcha looking at?” my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I squeal, snatching at it. “Jolie, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.” She nods appreciatively. “Who is this?” “Aden Kenwood,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He was…unnerving.” Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,” she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she’s not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism…I’m showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry’s. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. It’s a strange feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of “her” clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. “You having fun, baby Brooklyn?” She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. “Though I’m curious…where does…all the oth—" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolie’s gaze. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little—he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. “Davis!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Jolie,” he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Brooklyn?” She gestures towards me with a big smile. “Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Davis’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress I’m wearing. I wasn’t uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. We’re not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. “Come on. We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.” I give her a little smile and nod, even though I’m not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are from…whatever she took… Jolie follows Davis into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. There’s Davis, but where’s my sister? Davis’s eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word “shit,” and then he walks over to me. “Jolie’s sister, right?” “Yes. Where is she?” “She got sick. She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters don’t just get “get sick.” I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says. “She won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit—a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. “Wait here for a bit,” Davis says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that it’s laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some… Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. 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2,155,904	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155317}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Want more chapter?🔞👉	“You’re soaked,” Alpha Aden groans, kneeling between my legs. My wolf is clawing and clawing at me, desperate for his touch. But I can’t… Because he’s my boyfriend’s father. * I’d just about given up hope on ever feeling my heat. By the time most she-wolves were my age, they’d already settled down and had at least one pup. Instead, I felt like I was dead inside until I met Hudson a few months ago. He ignites a spark in me, something I think could be more. My love life is looking up, and I think I’m finally ready to take the next step. Not just because things were…awakened…today. But because Hudson is perfect. He’s sexy, thoughtful, attentive…. We can talk for hours about the books we love. And when I said I didn’t want to go too far too fast, he was okay with that. He’s never pushed for more than kissing. When I told him I wasn’t ready to have sex yet, he was okay and didn’t try to make me feel guilty. It made me like him even more. Today…today I’m ready. And I’m going to tell him. I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look at him. Goddess, he’s handsome. Tall and muscular but not too bulky, and I love how his curly chestnut hair falls into his green eyes. Hudson catches me staring at him as he reads, looking up and flashing me that sexy, playful grin of his. He sticks a receipt between the pages to mark his place, sets the book beside him on the couch, and then shifts his body to turn toward me. “Whatcha thinkin’, lovely?” My cheeks flush. “Do you really want to know?” “Always,” Hudson replies, placing a warm hand on my leg right above my knee. “I think I’m ready.” All of the air leaves my lungs as I finally say the words. Hudson’s eyes widen, and his fingers tighten on my leg. Before he can answer, movement over his shoulder catches my eye. One of the biggest dudes I’ve ever seen is standing at the end of a row of books, staring at us. Intently. He looks…scary. There’s something about him that dings my radar, even though I’m used to seeing criminals in the prison. He’s well over six feet tall, and his professional suit does nothing to disguise how bulky he is. My eyes are drawn to the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. I sniff the air. Definitely a wolf shifter, too. So how does he have a scar like that? I can’t fathom what would have happened to permanently mark him like that. A shudder runs through me at the thought. “Hudson… There’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us,” I say quietly. Hudson turns to look directly at the brawny guy, and I want to sink into the floor when the guy starts walking toward us. “Don’t worry about him,” Hudson answers, frustration in his voice. “Hudson, he’s looking right at—” “He’s with me. That’s Preston. He’s…my bodyguard.” Hudson shoots a glare at the huge guy, his brow furrowing. The guys stops walking toward us. “He usually does a better job of keeping out of sight.” Wait, what? He needs a bodyguard? My eyes go to the fancy watch he’s wearing today. I’d always assumed it was a knock-off, but now I’m not so sure… The questions are stacking up, and my wolf is on edge. What else is Hudson hiding? And why has none of this ever come up before on our dates? More importantly, how did I miss all of this? I’m a trained professional. Reading people and evaluating them is literally my job right now. If I can’t even read my own boyfriend, how will I ever succeed in my chosen profession. My stomach twists. “Just ignore him. My dad gets overprotective.” Hudson rolls his eyes. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” He laughs, then winks at me playfully. I can tell the conversation is over and I’m not going to get anything else out of him. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Hudson’s apparent wealth and my poor grad student status. I’ve never met anyone who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Hudson and I look up at the barista smiling down at us, a handsome blond-haired guy with an apron tied around his waist. The guy’s timing couldn’t be worse. “No thanks, Chase,” I say, giving him a big grin at the same time Hudson smiles and says, “Can we both get refills?” “Oh, actually…” I look up at the clock and push my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Hudson says, rising from our sofa. He follows Chase back to the coffee counter to grab our drinks. I start to pack up my bag so I can grab the next train, when I notice Hudson’s phone vibrating on the table. When the number disappears, his home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I’m staring at the picture, the phone rings again—the same number. Must be important. I grab the phone and sling my bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. But there’s no one here. I look around, confused. I definitely just saw Chase and Hudson head this way… There’s a noise from the back room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door. Maybe they both— Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Chase up against the wall of the storage room. One fist is wrapped in the fabric of Chase’s shirt, the other down Chase’s pants. He’s kissing him passionately, hungrily. Chase’s eyes are closed, his hands fumbling at the button and zipper of Hudson’s pants—whispering my boyfriend’s name. My heart stops for a few seconds as I stare at the scene in front of me. Then, rage takes over—masking the hurt starting to unfurl in my chest. “Are you kidding me!?” I’m not even thinking as I chuck the phone at Hudson and his lover. The guys jump, leaping apart. “Brooklyn— I—” Hudson’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Brooklyn!” Hudson spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. If ever I forgot he was a male wolf more powerful than me, I’m reminded of his strength now. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing… It’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve—” He scrubs a hand over his face. “You know how some wolves are about this kind of thing. How some packs are. This…me and Chase… It’s complicated.” “So, what? You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!?” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please. I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million?” He pulls out his phone, and I see him tap on a banking app. “I don’t want your money.” Hudson blinks in confusion, and I turn away. “I’ll keep your secret, and you don’t need to pay me off. I just don’t want to see you again.” Just like that, my possible fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. My wolf, Lena, is struggling to take over. She wants to go back and tear Hudson to shreds. His bodyguard would probably keep that from happening, though. But a girl can dream. I manage to make it on the train in time, sinking onto the bench and closing my eyes. My head falls back to rest against the window, and I take deep, calming breaths to re-center myself. Today couldn’t have gone any worse. No wonder I’m still a virgin…my instincts were so off that I’ve been dating a gay man. Nope. Not gonna wallow. Lena chuffs in agreement. * Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my hands are resting on my paperwork in front of me, and my hair is tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves. I need to shift, to run off this excess energy, these raging emotions. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly tense about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far. Some human, some wolf, none of them dangerous. But today I have to make an assessment of Aden Kenwood. He’s not just a formidable wolf; he’s a mafia king, too. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he’ll go to in order to protect his power are infamous in Grayling City. As a psychology grad student working on my real-life work assignments here at the prison, they typically assign me all of the easy psych evals. But the guy who handles the werewolf inmate evals is out today, and everyone else on staff is human. The last thing they are going to do is put a human in the room with such a notorious and dangerous wolf shifter. So…I’m up to bat. And the incident with Hudson? Not helping my nerves one bit. The hallway door clangs open, and I quickly stand, pulling down on the hem of my blazer to straighten it. This is by far the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Kenwood around the corner, and I’m surprised. I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but I wasn’t expecting this. He looks nothing like what I could have ever pictured. This man is muscular and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his orange prison uniform, the way that the guards flinch a little as they unlock the silver cuffs on his wrists. This is one powerful wolf shifter. No doubt about it. I can see why everyone fears him. His mere presence ignites something in me I’ve never felt before, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to quell the rush of desire between my legs. I stifle a gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh goddess. Is this what a she-wolf’s heat feels like? I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Kenwood’s face and take him in, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes… Oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today—on my boyfriend’s phone. And I’ve seen a younger version of him etched in the features of my boyfriend’s face. Hudson isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the mafia king. Aden I follow the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have me out of here in no time. I nod, then focus my attention on the door. I’m surprised to see a girl. No, not a girl. A young woman—twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes me in. God dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her—those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take her seriously. If my wrists weren’t bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of her. I can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow—ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. My eyes rove over her… What would she look like if I ripped that unflattering blazer off her? I focus again on those red lips, slightly parted. My breath hisses from my mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what I could do with them—of what I could make them do to me. There’s a low rumble in my chest as I hold back my growl, and my pants tighten as I get hard. “Um,” she says, hesitant. I snap my attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Brooklyn Knox? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” I grit my teeth, denying the urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of me wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. I want to ruin her, put her on her knees for me. I want to own her in every way imaginable, destroy her for any other man. They don’t call me a monster for nothing. “Hello, Brooklyn,” I say, my voice low and hungry as I move forward and settle into the chair across from her. “Where do we begin?”Brooklyn I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from Aden. He’s all feral wolf, and instead of feeling like the strong she-wolf I am, I feel like a doe waiting to feel his teeth sink into my neck for the kill. His wolf flares in his eyes as he stares at me, almost as if he could leap across the table at any moment and gobble me up. Images flash through my mind of my skirt hiked up around my waist while Aden Kenwood buries his face between my thighs, literally gobbling me up… I give myself a mental shake. Nope. This is Hudson’s father—mafia king, powerful shifter, and bad, bad news. That’s why Hudson has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money. I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Kenwood, realizing that this is also why Hudson is hiding his sexuality. Many of the powerful wolf packs and crimes families in Grayling City are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted in some packs—especially a son that is expected to provide an heir. I can’t imagine being Hudson…having to hide who I loved, pretending to love someone else. Pulling myself back to the here and now, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. My body’s response to him, thinking about his head buried between my legs…there’s no way he doesn’t smell how turned on I am. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. No matter how much of a traitor my wolf and my body are right now. There is NO way I’m feeling my heat for this man. Not at all. “So.” I turn back to my papers, nervously swallowing. You’ve done this a thousand times, Brooklyn! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name and place of birth?” I ask, trying to regain control of the assessment. “I believe,” Kenwood says slowly, “that you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his boldness—he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in Grayling City knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck once again by the grim, lethal quality to his face. Aden Kenwood is all jagged edges and rough shards…and some dark part of me wants to cut my teeth on them. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Aden’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and try to focus on what I’m supposed to be doing. My wolf, Lena, whines at me, and I shush her. I’m so off-kilter that I actually have to look down and read the words I’d long ago memorized. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” Aden is silent in response, and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations—” “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state that qualifies me for this position. “Here. If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table, careful not to let the silver binding his wrists touch my skin. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him. I’m terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then— Oh my goddess— Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Chamomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, taking in my scent. “So fresh and clean…untainted by the scent of another wolf.” Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “You must be a virgin.” My lip trembles. His eyes eat me up, savoring the quiver of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. I swear I feel his tongue flick over my pulse point, hear a low groan. “So innocent, so pure…” His grip tightens, and even confined by silver that should keep it from happening, his wolf flashes in his eyes. “Two of my favorite things to destroy.” Brooklyn A guard flies through the door. “Hands off!” he yells, but Aden has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, back to smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine.” I rub my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt, just…shocked? Turned on? Confused? I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. Failure isn’t an option if I want to graduate. I give Kenwood a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. Picking up my pen again, I’m grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see—” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning wolfishly at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and that skirt’s the perfect length to—” “Please, Mr. Kenwood,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out with a little growl. “I demand your respect during this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” Kenwood’s response is to laugh at me. “Darling,” he says, leaning forward again. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried.” I blink at him, stunned, but it quickly turns to rage. I clench my fist, my knuckles almost white, working to keep Lena’s temper at bay inside of me. The last place I can shift is here. Aden looks down at my fist and grins. “Now, now, Doc. No fair teasing. I like it a little rough.” “Mr. Kenwood,” I bite out, “if you aren’t interested in cooperating with me, I’d rather not waste my time. I’ll just let the guard know you’re being combative.” I stand up with bravado I don’t feel, and raise my hand, waving to the guard standing right outside the door. In a flash, Aden’s demeanor changes. Gone is the relaxed, playful wolf who’s been teasing me. Instead of the mischievous twinkle in his eyes at knocking me off-kilter, all the sharp edges and darkness are back. I can’t look away, overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. Finally, I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor—anywhere but at him. “You looked away first.” He studies me. “Didn’t your parents, your Alpha teach you not to show weakness? Not to take your eyes off the enemy? In the battlefield, you’d have died by my hand—or my wolf’s teeth. Pitiful.” Riled, I raise my eyes to stare him down, determined not to look away first. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once. I’m enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick. I know better! But also—god dammit—I feel my nipples go hard under my blazer. His steely gaze moves to my chest, as if he knows it, the rumble of a growl in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I gather my papers as fast as I can, shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. He’s laughing softly as I hurry. I take a breath, throw my shoulders back, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal, and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Kenwood again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doc…” his voice echoes behind me. My cheeks burn and I grit my teeth as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I whisper, my voice trembling as I storm out, the guard shutting the door behind me. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again. And good riddance. However, when I return, I get on my laptop and open a search engine. My cheeks grow red for what feels like the millionth time today and I find myself typing “Aden Kenwood” into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that Dad watches every night calls Aden Kenwood the Werewolf Mafia King—or just “the Wolf King” sometimes, to appeal to the human demographic and pearl-clutchers. They are always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another… God, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? Scrolling farther down, there are reports and articles about packs wanting to form and make him their Alpha. It appears he always declines… I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through the results, trying to match what I’m seeing here with the man I met in the prison the other day. “Whatcha looking at?” my sister, Jolie flops onto the couch, grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I squeal, snatching at it. “Jolie, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Aden. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure.” She nods appreciatively. “Who is this?” “Aden Kenwood,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day because the shifter who usually does it was out and I was their only other shifter. He was…unnerving.” Jolie flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Brooklyn,” she says, sliding across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard time with your gay boyfriend and the scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. *** The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I’m really starting to have fun. Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she’s not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind. Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a “dress” is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It’s strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings. Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism…I’m showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry’s. She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I feel…well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy. It’s a strange feeling. I’m not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of “her” clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens. Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed. “You having fun, baby Brooklyn?” She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can’t help but smile back. “Yes,” I say, laughing. “Though I’m curious…where does…all the oth—" Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking. Lena scents fear. I follow Jolie’s gaze. There’s a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts to walk over. Jolie quickly jumps to her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little—he looks like he hasn’t showered in a while. Smells a bit like it, too. Definitely human. “Davis!” she says, and I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful. “How you been, gorgeous?” “Jolie,” he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from him. “We’ve got to talk.” “Have you met my little sister, Brooklyn?” She gestures towards me with a big smile. “Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He’s the manager of the club.” Davis’s eyes rove over me, taking in the generous portion of my thigh exposed by the little dress I’m wearing. I wasn’t uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower with my fist. Lena growls low inside me at this creep, but I have to keep her leashed. We’re not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans go. “Um, hello,” I say, hesitant. He takes Jolie by her elbow. “Come on. We’re going to talk around back.” “Okay,” Jolie murmurs, suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. “It’s just work stuff, don’t worry. Plus, wolf versus human. I got this.” I give her a little smile and nod, even though I’m not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between the laws we have to follow and how glazed her eyes are from…whatever she took… Jolie follows Davis into the back. They’re gone for a long time. Anxiously, I run my hand over the underwire of my bra, feeling the tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will. I tucked it into my bra tonight, just in case. Without the ability to use my razor-sharp claws or my wolf, I like having it with me. I don’t really know how to use it, but it calms me to know that it’s there. Half an hour more and the door opens. My stomach drops. There’s Davis, but where’s my sister? Davis’s eyes catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word “shit,” and then he walks over to me. “Jolie’s sister, right?” “Yes. Where is she?” “She got sick. She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck. Alarm bells ring in my head. Wolf shifters don’t just get “get sick.” I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me. “No, listen,” he says. “She won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you someplace where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward. I follow him, confused and worried as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open. The inside is barely lit—a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Davis settles me into a little table by the door. “Wait here for a bit,” Davis says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away. Someone does bring me a drink, and I take a sip of it. But then I realize that it’s laced with something. My head starts to spin and I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here. Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some… Well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing. I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door. As soon as I reach it, Davis comes back in. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him. “Where you going, baby?” He rubs a hand up and down my arm. Instinctively, I jerk my arm away from him. Davis keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me. He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go. “You’d better be a good girl for me,” Davis whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.” I want to push him away but somehow I lose all my strength now. I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth. “Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Davis. “That’s my doctor you’re harassing there.” I feel Davis’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, shocked. 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2,155,955	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156263}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612		--- ### Dịch Vụ Sửa Chữa và Bảo Dưỡng Đàn Piano Điện Chuyên Nghiệp Đàn piano điện ngày càng trở nên phổ biến nhờ sự tiện lợi, dễ sử dụng và tích hợp công nghệ hiện đại. Tuy nhiên, giống như các thiết bị điện tử khác, đàn piano điện cũng cần được bảo dưỡng và sửa chữa định kỳ để duy trì hiệu suất và kéo dài tuổi thọ. Với dịch vụ sửa chữa và bảo dưỡng đàn piano điện chuyên nghiệp, chúng tôi cam kết mang lại cho bạn sự trải nghiệm tốt nhất. #### 1. Dịch vụ sửa chữa đàn piano điện Đàn piano điện, với cấu trúc phức tạp của mạch điện và linh kiện điện tử, đôi khi có thể gặp phải những vấn đề cần được khắc phục kịp thời. Dưới đây là các dịch vụ sửa chữa chúng tôi cung cấp: - Sửa chữa bàn phím: Bàn phím của đàn piano điện có thể bị lỗi như phím không phát ra âm thanh, phản hồi chậm, hoặc phát ra âm thanh không đều. Chúng tôi sẽ kiểm tra và khắc phục các lỗi liên quan đến bàn phím, bao gồm cả thay thế các linh kiện bị hư hỏng. - Khắc phục lỗi âm thanh: Đôi khi, đàn piano điện có thể phát ra âm thanh không chuẩn, bị méo tiếng, hoặc thậm chí không phát ra âm thanh. Kỹ thuật viên sẽ kiểm tra hệ thống âm thanh và loa để xác định và sửa chữa các vấn đề phát sinh. - Sửa chữa mạch điện: Một số lỗi về nguồn điện, mạch điện hoặc bảng điều khiển có thể gây ra các vấn đề nghiêm trọng cho đàn piano điện. Dịch vụ sửa chữa của chúng tôi sẽ giúp khắc phục các lỗi liên quan đến mạch điện, thay thế linh kiện hư hỏng và đảm bảo đàn hoạt động bình thường. - Thay thế linh kiện hư hỏng: Các bộ phận như cổng kết nối, loa, hoặc màn hình hiển thị có thể bị hư hỏng theo thời gian. Chúng tôi cung cấp dịch vụ thay thế linh kiện chính hãng, đảm bảo đàn của bạn hoạt động ổn định và lâu dài. #### 2. Dịch vụ bảo dưỡng đàn piano điện định kỳ Bảo dưỡng định kỳ là một phần quan trọng để đàn piano điện luôn trong trạng thái tốt nhất và hoạt động ổn định. Dưới đây là các dịch vụ bảo dưỡng: - Kiểm tra và vệ sinh bàn phím: Bàn phím là nơi tiếp xúc trực tiếp khi chơi, dễ bị bụi bẩn tích tụ. Dịch vụ bảo dưỡng sẽ giúp làm sạch bàn phím, đảm bảo độ nhạy và tuổi thọ của phím. - Vệ sinh và kiểm tra mạch điện: Đàn piano điện cần được vệ sinh và kiểm tra các mạch điện để đảm bảo không có bụi bẩn hoặc các yếu tố gây hư hỏng mạch bên trong. Kỹ thuật viên sẽ kiểm tra tổng thể mạch điện, phát hiện các sự cố tiềm ẩn để ngăn ngừa hỏng hóc lớn. - Kiểm tra hệ thống âm thanh: Chất lượng âm thanh là yếu tố quan trọng nhất đối với đàn piano điện. Chúng tôi sẽ kiểm tra và bảo dưỡng hệ thống loa, giúp âm thanh phát ra luôn rõ ràng và chuẩn xác. - Kiểm tra và bảo dưỡng nguồn điện: Nguồn điện không ổn định có thể gây hư hỏng cho đàn piano điện. Kỹ thuật viên sẽ kiểm tra hệ thống cấp nguồn và đảm bảo rằng đàn luôn nhận đủ điện áp cần thiết để hoạt động an toàn. #### 3. Lợi ích của việc bảo dưỡng và sửa chữa đàn piano điện - Duy trì hiệu suất hoạt động: Đàn piano điện được bảo dưỡng định kỳ sẽ hoạt động mượt mà, âm thanh chuẩn xác và giữ được độ bền lâu dài. - Tăng tuổi thọ cho đàn: Việc phát hiện và khắc phục sớm các vấn đề kỹ thuật giúp giảm thiểu nguy cơ hư hỏng nặng, từ đó tăng tuổi thọ cho đàn. - Giảm chi phí sửa chữa: Bảo dưỡng thường xuyên giúp ngăn ngừa các sự cố lớn, tiết kiệm chi phí sửa chữa so với việc để hư hỏng nghiêm trọng mới xử lý. #### 4. Tại sao nên chọn dịch vụ của chúng tôi? Với đội ngũ kỹ thuật viên chuyên nghiệp, nhiều năm kinh nghiệm trong lĩnh vực sửa chữa và bảo dưỡng đàn piano điện, chúng tôi cam kết mang đến dịch vụ nhanh chóng, chính xác và uy tín. Chúng tôi luôn sử dụng linh kiện chính hãng và thiết bị chuyên dụng để đảm bảo đàn của bạn luôn hoạt động trong tình trạng tốt nhất. --- ### Liên hệ ngay với chúng tôi để được tư vấn và đặt lịch sửa chữa hoặc bảo dưỡng đàn piano điện của bạn! zalo 0866190701	MESSAGE_PAGE		Dịch vụ sửa chữa và bảo dưỡng piano	https://www.facebook.com/61566561436971/	7	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462689916_533028296347473_8110583074301975033_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zghJ79NYoDgQ7kNvgEFfgdF&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A8eCRbEctFeY5tbDaYVPGDY&oh=00_AYB1y_BTabrG4I201TZ7UrFGpX6c1hRUwrhxlFu6T5T9BA&oe=6710BA45	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dịch vụ sửa chữa và bảo dưỡng piano	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,964	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155962}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	💔 Georgina Rodríguez Habla del Momento Más Difícil de su Familia	😢 La verdad detrás de la hospitalización del hijo de Georgina y Cristiano.	LEARN_MORE	https://instantlymodern.com/trending/cristiano-ron	Curious Earth	https://www.facebook.com/100095234570153/	155	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	instantlymodern.com	DCO	La confesión de Ronaldo que dejó a todos en shock.	https://instantlymodern.com/trending/cristiano-ronaldo-dated-spt-fb/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_campaign=cristiano-ronaldo-dated%20im%20sp%20snsv1%2010oct%20Dynamic%20CE-IM%20B2B%20577%20APX%2083a0%20-%20Unknown%20WW%20FB%20APX&network_code=APX&utm_term=content&v=8	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462573767_1515801525730238_8590039654035032026_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qb-TS4zSBT8Q7kNvgGJLCKy&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A8eCRbEctFeY5tbDaYVPGDY&oh=00_AYCq5XIu6tV2KYgWNp3SkwCxju4lYf8YTziVZOgOYuB-vg&oe=6710EBCB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Curious Earth	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,155,978	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2155228}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612		DramaBox: Where short films meet big entertainment. Thousands of addictive stories, always ad-free. Download now!	INSTALL_MOBILE_APP	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.s	DramaBox- movies&drama	https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/	6,772,753	1969-12-31 18:00	Install now	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.storymatrix.drama	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462770308_515444291276190_6125404212296355178_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2tDcSb_2q1YQ7kNvgFK-lt9&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AWzW9TA4iyxQYz2brJ_ClVY&oh=00_AYBSWgBDV4b_fnzomP7Wu9ZSWcd0zP6nuG-oIfC9iP6YEg&oe=6710CBF9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DramaBox- movies&drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,156,009	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156263}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	👉 Chồng Việt kiều dẫn vợ đi làm đẹp, nhận quà khủng!	🌎 Vì tin tưởng vào công nghệ trẻ hoá không phẫu thuật, không đau và không cần nghỉ dưỡng tại Mega Gangnam, anh Jimmy Phan đã dẫn vợ từ Mỹ về Việt Nam trải nghiệm liệu trình Meta Elite + . Chỉ sau 90 phút, làn da của chị Fiona Tiên đã tươi trẻ, rạng ngời trẻ trung hơn rất nhiều. 🌟 Với 06 công nghệ tiên tiến trong 01 liệu trình Meta Elite+, Mega Gangnam cam kết mang lại 07 hiệu quả trẻ hoá nhanh chóng, an toàn và vượt trội. 📞 Hãy đến Mega Gangnam lấy lại thanh xuân và nhận những phần quà ưu đãi khủng dành cho các cặp đôi dịp lễ 20/10! —————— ✨ Meta Elite+ là dịch vụ trẻ hóa đầu tiên trên thị trường đem lại 7 hiệu quả toàn năng chỉ trong 01 dịch vụ: ▪️ Đẩy cao và siết chặt mô cơ tối đa ▪️ Lấp đầy vùng lõm hóp ▪️ Xử lý bọng mắt triệt để ▪️ Tái sinh làn da căng bóng toàn diện ▪️ Tái tạo kết cấu da đàn hồi, săn chắc ▪️ Là phẳng mọi nếp nhăn ▪️ Bật 2-3 tone trắng sáng tự nhiên —————— ❤️ Trẻ đẹp có đôi, tình yêu lên ngôi! 💝 Siêu ưu đãi COUPLE từ Mega Gangnam, duy nhất trong tháng 10 này! Chào mừng ngày Phụ nữ Việt Nam 20/10, Mega Gangnam giúp phái đẹp có thêm nhiều kỷ niệm đáng nhớ với chồng và người thương bằng loạt ưu đãi cặp đôi cực hấp dẫn: 🔶 Tặng ngay thẻ tài khoản 70TR 🔸 3 Đêm nghỉ dưỡng couple tại resort 5 sao ở Phú Quốc hoặc Vũng Tàu 🔸 1 Bữa ăn Romance Royale thượng hạng cho cặp đôi 🔸 1 Bộ massage Dove Eyes mạ vàng cao cấp 🔸 1 Liệu trình trẻ hóa bàn tay hoặc vùng cổ Mega 10TR 🔸 1 Liệu trình phun môi 8TR 🔸 1 Liệu trình phun mày 9TR 🔸 Hỗ trợ khách sạn lưu trú 🔶 Đặc biệt, nếu dẫn vợ hoặc bạn gái đến làm đẹp vào đúng ngày 20/10, các anh chồng, người yêu sẽ được tặng thêm: 🔸 1 Liệu trình Trẻ hóa vùng mắt bằng máy Exion trị giá 8TR 🔸 Hoặc 1 Liệu trình căng bóng da Mulgwang trị giá 7TR 👉 Số lượng ưu đãi có hạn. Liên hệ ngay với Mega Gangnam để được tư vấn! —————— Mega Gangnam - Tinh hoa y tế 5 sao Hàn Quốc ☎️ Hotline: 093 227 8888 🏦 Hệ thống Mega Gangnam tại Việt Nam ▪️ Cơ sở 1: Toà nhà Mega Gangnam 454 Xã Đàn, Quận Đống Đa, Hà Nội ▪️ Cơ sở 2: Toà nhà Mega Gangnam 29 Nguyễn Khắc Nhu, P. Cô Giang, Q.1, Tp HCM ▪️ Cơ sở 3: Tòa nhà Mega Gangnam 68 đường 3/2 (cuối vòng xoay Dân Chủ), P.12, Q.10, Tp HCM ▪️ Cơ sở 4: Tầng 2, Mường Thanh Luxury Sông Hàn Hotel, 115 Nguyễn Văn Linh (sảnh mặt Hoàng Diệu) P. Nam Dương, Q. Hải Châu, TP. Đà Nẵng GPHĐ: 00129/HCM-GPHĐ do Sở Y tế Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh cấp CCHN bác sĩ Lee Kil Sun: 041260/BYT-CCHN do Bộ Y tế cấp CCHN bác sĩ Trần Anh Đức: 0036216/HCM-CCHN do Sở Y tế Thành phố Hồ Chí Minh cấp CCHN bác sĩ Bùi Thị Ân: 005424/HNO-CCHN do Sở Y tế Thành phố Hà Nội cấp	MESSAGE_PAGE		Phòng khám Quốc tế 5 sao Mega Gangnam Hàn Quốc	https://www.facebook.com/100093628884264/	212	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461395248_1264807911192704_3209839149331604768_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=87PbLjCyh-8Q7kNvgEjdyEE&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AY6AZIC-M98A-FIeBK3DevO&oh=00_AYAxxuhXO7naCp4soF7NXsuS7qCLIYE1FP4jBvsS2Xa0Tw&oe=6710C540	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Phòng khám Quốc tế 5 sao Mega Gangnam Hàn Quốc	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,156,127	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156122}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Boogie T \| Victory Hall \| Saturday, Oct. 12	YOOO SEATTLE! SEE YOU AT VICTORY HALL THIS SATURDAY 🤘 Grab your tickets now and I’ll see ya there → bssrush.co/boogiet-sea	ORDER_NOW	https://bassrush.frontgatetickets.com/event/wjtp0u	Boogie T	https://www.facebook.com/boogietmusic/	92,891	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	bassrush.frontgatetickets.com	DCO		https://bassrush.frontgatetickets.com/event/wjtp0uedkizwiafe	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462606048_383975234810274_5200718918753620923_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=14NbuDoTKV0Q7kNvgF6RxYm&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjnMACGpNxs-Ro2_M8fmyhr&oh=00_AYDifPDlClNCVtPRSJmHKErxavVhE8YP427_N4yNVoHCcQ&oe=6710E0A5	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Boogie T	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,156,124	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156122}'	No	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Boogie T \| Victory Hall \| Saturday, Oct. 12	YOOO SEATTLE! SEE YOU AT VICTORY HALL THIS SATURDAY 🤘 Grab your tickets now and I’ll see ya there → bssrush.co/boogiet-sea	ORDER_NOW	https://bassrush.frontgatetickets.com/event/wjtp0u	Boogie T	https://www.facebook.com/boogietmusic/	92,891	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	bassrush.frontgatetickets.com	DCO		https://bassrush.frontgatetickets.com/event/wjtp0uedkizwiafe	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462606048_383975234810274_5200718918753620923_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=14NbuDoTKV0Q7kNvgF6RxYm&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjnMACGpNxs-Ro2_M8fmyhr&oh=00_AYDifPDlClNCVtPRSJmHKErxavVhE8YP427_N4yNVoHCcQ&oe=6710E0A5	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Boogie T	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,156,148	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156146}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/jonathancarvermoore	Jonathan Carver Moore	https://www.facebook.com/JonathanCarverMoore/	62	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/jonathancarvermoore	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462628995_890587889295142_3087590008263800086_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0C9rYOGXHq8Q7kNvgGjm3J2&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjnMACGpNxs-Ro2_M8fmyhr&oh=00_AYBtabaa9D8OSu-CuNiGFdcqkjpLq5yFKd54hO1OkevztQ&oe=6710CEA4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Jonathan Carver Moore	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,156,139	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2156136}'	Yes	2024-10-12 18:36	active	1612	Pride Floral Watercolor Unisex Tee	free shipping orders $75+ 💛	SHOP_NOW	http://nevergreen.co/pride24	Nevergreen	https://www.facebook.com/61562599301433/	23	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	nevergreen.co	CAROUSEL	free shipping orders $75+ 💛	http://nevergreen.co/pride24	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462616833_1267997064642641_2903683243658265885_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=F9fmhBIgo9sQ7kNvgGs6N_-&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjnMACGpNxs-Ro2_M8fmyhr&oh=00_AYCryDZlg7J81LpXJN2OBxUFMDVSujwyuKVthIzNEWNYlA&oe=6710C6D9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Nevergreen	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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