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Want some reading help for your child? | Are you worried your child can't read as well as their classmates? Are you saddened watching your child cry or become upset everytime it's time to read? Right now you're noticing your child is: ❌ Overwhelmed by confusing reading rules and concepts ❌ Losing confidence as classmates excel in reading ❌ Struggling to keep up with grade-level reading expectations ❌ Stressed about falling behind and missing out on future success Why is all this happening? 😫 As you know - Recent disruptions in education have caused students to miss crucial reading skills, leading to frustration, dwindling confidence, and widening academic gaps... 📉 But there’s hope... ✅ Let me introduce you to the Confident Reader Program — a unique system designed to transform reading struggles into standout success while igniting a lifelong love for reading. At Somerset Reading we offer: ✅Personalized assessment so we know exactly what your child needs. ✅A specially researched and scienticially proven method to ensure every child succeeds. ✅Classes kids love! ✅Award-winning programs and teachers. ✅Many powerful testimonials from parents just like you! ✅Resources for parents. ✅A fun book club to encourage a love of stories and reading! But opportunities like this are rare! To maintain our high-quality instruction, we’re only offering limited spots for new students. We’ve just opened 10 exclusive spots this month in our Confident Reader Program tailored for 1st - 2nd grade students. 🌟 Eager to see your child master reading, double their learning speed, and confidently perform at grade level in as little as 12 weeks? Discover how our Confident Reader Program can be the game-changer your child needs. 🙌 ✅ Click this ad for more info on how to get started! …You’ll be directed to a form to answer a few quick questions to see if I can help, then we’ll schedule a call to secure your child’s spot in the program. Looking forward to helping your child fall in love with reading and succeed in school! Kelly, Your Reading Coach at Somerset Reading P.S. Time's ticking! We are often fully booked due to our reputation. Don't let your child miss this chance to revolutionize their reading journey and secure an impressive future. Act now!IS rin | LEARN_MORE | http://fb.me/ | Kelly Somer | https://www.facebook.com/iamkellysomer/ | 384 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | fb.me | DCO | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468806032_885277450407726_332525673674907229_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=yWdFlWiSRxoQ7kNvgE8B8pu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ADTJkH-ItUyZGjzaEFLw1MM&oh=00_AYDraxU8MzztPjgE0j6xpNXjsZDOMObbSalcYNN20mTh2w&oe=674ED6D7 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Somer | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Get 32% OFF 🔥🔥 | 🎄 Personalized Christmas Stockings are here! 🎁 Add a special touch to your holidays with custom embroidery. Shop now and make it memorable! 🌟 | SHOP_NOW | https://casapuradesigns.com/products/personalized- | Casa Pura Designs | https://www.facebook.com/61567885600854/ | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | casapuradesigns.com | IMAGE | Limited Time Offer! | https://casapuradesigns.com/products/personalized-family-christmas-stockings-embroidered-christmas-2024-stockings | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468187382_856832973188663_6090252217124247516_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=syWHvqJsSx0Q7kNvgHPBnAo&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ADTJkH-ItUyZGjzaEFLw1MM&oh=00_AYAxio-DAbu2OtWPplQUc6-y5Ws0Zkqo0e24SviMCir54w&oe=674ECD1D | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Casa Pura Designs | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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“Gratitude is the healthiest of human emotions” Call it a custom, a family tradition, a treasured opportunity, or just a heartfelt initiative that has been happening for the past 25 years. It would not be Thanksgiving Season at Emily’s Produce without a customary note of THANKS to our loyal community and customers. If you’ve been following our communications over the past 25 years, you know that our notes of THANKS have been hitting mailboxes and social media platforms on or near Thanksgiving Day without delay. The notes of THANKS have been filled with sincere gratitude and transparency, and they convey how your loyalty has impacted our family and our business, and how it has inspired us to be the best local agricultural and customer service providers that we can be. This season, we disseminate a message that is even more important than the last. Each year, we have more to highlight, more to be proud of, and more to learn from. We have had many opportunities over the past year to see exactly what honesty, loyalty, and support means to our family, to our business, and to our team. Whether we’ve been faced with unique challenges, hardships, milestones, accomplishments, failures or success, we’ve balanced our actions and reactions with resilience and readiness as we move towards the future in a positive direction. Your devoted and longstanding support inspires us, it motivates us, and it contributes towards the sustainable future that we are building for our family - the next generation of farmers and business entrepreneurs. As we look towards another 25 years of superior products and service at Emily’s Produce, we commemorate all the positive outcomes that occurred during the 2024 Season. We proudly pay tribute to those members of our team who provided a level of service that defines our family’s morals and business standards, and we proudly acknowledge the next generation of our family who continue to demonstrate their devotion to local agriculture and entrepreneurship through every risk and reward of the farming profession. We say THANK YOU for your trust in our family, for your kind words and gestures, and for your efforts in referring our business to your family and friends. We notice EVERY action and effort that leads you to our doorstep, into our fields, or onto our social media pages. Beginning on Thanksgiving Day, it’s time to take a break, time to innovate, collaborate, and rejuvenate. We leave the 2024 Season behind and eagerly await our responsibilities of speaking and presenting at multiple winter conferences, attending meetings and educational seminars, learning new best practices, ordering seed, returning to the greenhouse, and formulating a plan to make the 2025 Season even better! No matter how many times that you’ve visited us, referred us, encouraged us or believed in us … We say THANK YOU! We genuinely appreciate you giving us a reason to share our most sincere gratitude every Thanksgiving Season! ❤️ The Jacksons ~ Paul, Kelly, Emily, & Kyle https://coastalstylemag.com/emilys-produce-2/ https://www.stardem.com/news/local_news/farm-family-brings-emily-s-produce-full-circle-in-its-25th-year/article_e412e4a2-4eb5-11ef-bc17-5366755835a7.html?utm_campaign=blox&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social | Emily's Produce | https://www.facebook.com/emilysproduce/ | 15,344 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | MULTI_IMAGES | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468459943_1765337744283377_5729083491105262397_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=yabYjDhbuFgQ7kNvgFCSl36&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ADTJkH-ItUyZGjzaEFLw1MM&oh=00_AYBppwCrEPLYf7W6RTx_nV0mmF9AhTsXSc1FB_5aUXSRig&oe=674EE68C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Emily's Produce | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | "Mandy's POV ...""I, Alpha Andrew Miller, reject you, Amanda Anderson, as my mate and Luna."" He stated, gazing at me with his cold eyes. Am I imagining things? Is this really Andrew - my Andrew? I quickly searched my mind to check if last night was real. Yes, yes, yes it was! Here I am in his hotel room bed, sore, a little bruised, and sated. I just found my mate, my other half, and I was finally, wholeheartedly happy. Just to have my heart crushed? No! This had to be a bad dream. I blinked my eyes a few times, holding the bedsheet to my chest for dear life, and stared at him, dumbfounded. ""What did you say?"" I finally asked. “Are you deaf? I said I reject you as-” “I heard you the first time.” I cut him off, standing up from bed searching for my dress “...but why?” I found the dress and quickly put it on. He stood there with a cold demeanor. I couldn't decipher his emotions. Where is that sweet, caring, and loving guy from last night? Is he bipolar, perhaps? Putting his hands in jeans pockets, he took three large steps forward. Stopping a few inches before me, I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. He was so tall. ""You thought I would accept you?"" he scoffed and continued, ""You are just a weak and pathetic human. You are not fit to be Luna. I need someone strong, someone who is capable of leading by my side, a worthy one."" I stood there frozen in place, not daring to move my shaky legs. I knew once I moved, I would collapse. I refused to give him this satisfaction. I would not break. He lifted his hand and tucked my loose hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my body. His lps formed a disgusting smirk, and he added, ""Although... I must say. You were a bad guy."" He chuckled. ""Probably the best I’ve had, sweetheart."" And that was it. I stepped away from him, with all the courage I could muster, sizing him up. I looked him dead in the eyes and opened my mouth, “I, Amanda Anderson, accept your rejection."" And with that, I left... ... Beep, beep, beep I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. Dear God, what was that? It had been five years since that horrible night, and four years since the last time I dreamt about it. What does it mean? I haven't thought about him in years. And I was surely not thinking about him now! Was I going crazy? Was this the effect of overworking myself? Yep, that must be the answer. I got up from my comfy bed and looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. It showed the time in big green numbers: 6:45am. Dragging my numb body to the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror and checked the damage. My brown hair was chaos, a huge mess. It definitely needed to be taken care of. Not just my hair - my face looked pale, and I had dark circles under my gray eyes, probably the effect of lack of sleep. And my eyes, God my eyes were lifeless. I could play a zombie role in some naive sitcom. Is this me? I wondered. Unfortunately, yes. Sighing, I started my morning routine. After a refreshing, warm shower, I wrapped a white towel around my small frame and went straight to the walk-in reacht to find a proper outfit for work. After looking for a few minutes, I finally decided to wear a knee-length red sleeveless dress. I chose a matching set and black stilettos to go with it. After blow drying my hair, I put on enough makeup to at least look presentable. Then I left my bedroom and went to the kitchen in search of the love of my life: coffee. The kitchen opened up to the dining room, only separated by an island with a dark wooden countertop. My kitchen was painted dark gray, which perfectly fit the white cabinets and stainless-steel equipment. I loved the industrial style, that's why my whole house was arranged this way. Thank you, 'Magnolia Design' and Debbie Mitchell, for your work. I loved my home. It gave me a sense of security and peace. After switching on the coffee machine, I started to make breakfast. Today's special was a veggie omelet. Picking up the ingredients from the fridge and beginning to cook, my thoughts went back to my dream. Why now? Was it a warning or something? How to interpret it? Was it a good or bad sign? I was rejected, humiliated, and left heartbroken - all because I was human. My wish to be loved was the most naive thing I could have ever longed for. It wasn’t that I still cared about him or missed him or even loved him. It was just one night - a one-night stand. It was just a little irrelevant episode in my life. Not worth mentioning to anyone. After finishing my breakfast and coffee, I went to my car and drove to work. After driving for 30 minutes in my lovely golden BMW, I reached the underground parking lot and parked my car in my designated place. I went inside the elevator to William's Holding building. I pressed my floor number and waited. At the main lobby, the elevator doors opened, and more people came in, greeting me with a smile, which I returned. Feeling a little tired, I took a few steps back and reachd my eyes, placing my head on the elevator's wall to rest. ""Hello Ms. Anderson, how was your weekend?"" a familiar voice made me snap out of my rest. Damian Kelly, our new IT project manager, who started two weeks ago. Good asset to our department. ""Hello, Mr. Kelly, it was full of relaxation, good food, lots of fun, and a great amount of sleep!"" I answered with a trained fake smile. My weekend was the opposite of my made-up claim, but he didn’t need to know that. ""Looks like you had fun, Ms. Anderson. Perhaps you will share some good stories at our monthly meeting this afternoon?"" Is he trying to piss me off? Cause he might succeed. ""Well, Mr. Kelly, my private life stays private. I hope you will present some magnificent project ideas at that meeting."" I answered coldly to shut him up. Remember who's the boss here. He responded with a nod and turned back, waiting for his floor. Reaching the top floor, I went straight to the CEO's office, and after walking in without a knock, I was met with the most horrible sight. My boss, the famous Ryan Williams , was face with his new flavor of the week. I think her name is Darcy or Daisy, whatever. Gross. I cleared my throat to announce my presence. They immediately stopped and looked my way. Embarrassed, she jumped off him and rearranged her black, way-too-short-for-the-morning dress and stood next to Ryan's desk. I had gotten used to that kind of situation over the past seven years of working with Ryan. He excused her and whispered something in her ear, making her blush. Giggling, she gave him a peck on the lps and headed to the door. I walked her out with my eyes. After seeing the door reach, I turned back and looked at him. ""Well, well, well, I see you had a great weekend."" I teased. ""You should try it sometime. It's refreshing and relieves stress. I'm all at your service."" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed; full belly laughed so hard I had to put my hands on my stomach. A few tears left my eyes. Moments later, I could finally open my eyes and look at Ryan. ""Every time it’s the same reaction. Will you ever consider my proposal?"" he asked, annoyed with my response. ""You know I love you Ryan, but this,"" I pointed my finger between us, ""will never happen."" ""I'm persistent."" ""And I'm stubborn."" Sighing, he sat in his chair and put his hands on the black wooden desk. ""What brings you here at 8:00am? It's not something I forgot, is it?"" He asked, a little nervous. ""No, you are off the hook this time."" I smiled. ""Uff, then what is it?"" he visibly relaxed. ""Peter."" was my simple response. Peter Collins, my best friend, joined our company six years ago, and we immediately felt a connection, like we were twins. Although we looked very different. While I was short at 5'4, he stood tall at 6'2. Peter had auburn hair, while mine was dark brown. He had beautiful amber eyes, mine were gray. I was human while he was a werewolf, but we kept that a secret. Besides looking physically opposite, we had similar characters: stubborn, crazy, hardworking, and loyal to family and friends. Lately, he had started to act strangely. Skipping our Friday movie marathons at my house. Finding any reasonable excuse to not go to Barry's for Monday's drink evenings. He even stopped crashing at my place after his Saturday family dinner to complain about them. It must be something serious. This can't be something as simple as a hidden partner he was dating in secret to not scare him away with his lifestyle or family problems . He would have come to me first to find a solution to something like that. I was concerned about him, and I needed to find out what was going on. ""What about Peter? He's dead?"" Ryan widened his eyes. I sighed, shook my head, and put my hands on his desk. ""No. He's not dead."" I answered. ""His behavior seems odd these last two weeks, and I don't know what's going on."" I cleared my throat to ask a frightening question...""Did he..."" I gulped, ""Did he resign?"" I looked him straight in the eyes, hoping his answer wouldn’t break me more than I already was, but his soft and sorrowful eyes said it all. ""He did,"" I stated, defeated. I hung my head even lower, trying to fight the tears that appeared in my eyes. I bit my bottom lp hard to not let them flow. Moments later, I stood up straight and released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I turned to leave his office. ""Listen, Mandy, he asked me not to tell you until he's ready. "" Ryan's voice stopped me when I was reaching for the doorknob. ""Thank you for telling me. Your secret is safe with me. "" I answered, not looking back. ""I'm sorry, Mandy!"" was the last thing I heard as the door reachd behind me. ... Finally, the day was over, and after my morning conversation with Ryan, my mind couldn't focus on anything other than Peter. He was leaving me. HE WAS LEAVING ME. Why? What happened? I needed answers, but I couldn’t pry. I had promised Ryan secrecy. All the meetings today flew by in a blur. I just asked my assistant to email me the notes. I would deal with them in the evening when my mind was clear. I hoped. Even Daniel didn't make any comments about my behavior. Good boy. Descending in the elevator to my car, my phone rang. Reaching into my purse, I grabbed it, and when I saw the name on the screen, my heart started to beat at 100 mph. Should I answer or not?! Taking a few deep breaths and preparing for 'the end', I clicked the answer bottomon. ""Hello handsome, glad you remember your bestie,"" I said with a smile, hearing him chuckle on the other end. ""Well, hello to you too, gorgeous,"" he replied, with a happy voice. ""I'm in the elevator now. Can I call you back when I get home?"" I tried to postpone my heartbreak for a little while. ""That's alright. I'm actually at your place right now. I ordered pizza and brought drinks. What do you say?"" It wouldn't have surprised me before, but now, after not knowing what is going on, I was confused. What was the occasion? ""Fine with me, baby. Be there in 40 minutes, I need to pick up my order from Pam's Bakery, ok?"" I replied. ""Oh, please tell me you ordered strawberry muffins?"" he asked dreamily. ""You know I love them. Bad girl, I'm already drooling!"" he yelled. ""Yep, I did,"" I said with a smirk. ""Ok, gotta go if you want those muffins."" I ended the call and exhaled. ""Oh God, please don't do this to me."" I prayed while buckling my seat belt and starting the engine to head back home. ""You can do this. You are strong."" I told myself, leaving the parking lot. ... ""We need to talk."" I gulped. This is it. Prepare for the impact. When I came home, Peter was already sitting on my black leather couch, munching on pizza, and drinking his fourth drink. 'Great, thanks for waiting.' I thought to myself. He greeted me as usual, giving me his million-dollar smile. I took notice of his demeanor. He looked confident, happy, even a little bit proud but what was most noticeable was his glow. What happened? ""I know baby girl, that I've been avoiding you for some time lately,"" he said, putting his arms on my shoulders. ""But I have my reasons,"" he continued, ""You know you are my baby girl, my best friend, and my person to rely on."" He looked me in the eyes, and I couldn't help but gulp again. He was breaking up with me. He was leaving me. ""God!"" He cursed, taking his hands from my shoulders to run them nervously through his hair and turning his back to me. I stood still; frozen and afraid. A sudden sense of déjà vu hit me. The whole scene felt familiar. Where had I felt this before? Suddenly, the memory of my dream appeared in front of my eyes. Rejection. That’s what the familiar sensation was. All the blood drained from my face, my heart dropped to my stomach, and my legs started to shake. This was it, the end. Another one was leaving me. I lost my mate. Now I was losing my best friend. I cleared my dry throat, put my hand on the back of his shoulder, and whispered, ""Tell me what is wrong?"" He let out a huge gush of air and turned around. Putting his hands in his pants pockets, he opened his mouth. ""I found my mate."" Mandy's POV I couldn't believe it was really happening. Peter was leaving me. Oh My God! What was I supposed to do now, all alone, heartbroken again? Was this some sick joke or something? My brain kept shouting all the negative thoughts at me. My heartbeat increased. Was I going to have a heart attack? This was it. I was going to die now. He said it. He said it… Wait!!!! Did he say mate? I didn't imagine it, right? Or was I starting to go mental? ""Did you say MATE?!"" I finally found my voice, still frozen in place. ""Yes."" I blinked a few times and started to pace around the living room, biting my thumb nail. My mind started to shut down, and the only word that I repeated constantly was 'mate.' ""Mandyyyy?..."" Peter's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts. ""Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh, my Gooooood!"" I shouted in realization. Clapping my hands, smiling like a naive guy, and jumping in place, I turned to face Peter. His face showed a lot of emotions, my outburst must have shocked him, but the most prominent emotion was worry. He probably thought I was mental, but I couldn't control my emotions. I was happy for my friend. Giggling like a teenage girl, I jumped on the coffee table and let my feelings out. ""My Peter found his maaaaaaate!!!! Ladies and Gentlemen, my Peteeeer,"" I pointed at him dramatically, ""fooooound his MAAAAAATE!"" ""Get your bottom down here, baby girl."" he ordered, shaking his head, ""NOW!"" he added. he furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lps, waiting for me to cool down. Coming back to my senses, I jumped off the table and took predatory steps his way. ""You!"" I pointed my finger at his chest, and let my words flow. ""You made me feel like I was losing my mind! You were avoiding me, making lame excuses, making me feel abandoned. And to top it all, you resigned from work without even telling me!"" I punched his arm. ""And you feel authorized to scold me?!"" Pointing at myself, I shouted, releasing tears. ""I... I..."" I couldn't find my voice. I threw myself at him and broke down. He held me reach and let me cry my heart out, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. When I finally calmed down, I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and moved away from his embrace. ""So."" I cleared my throat. ""Let's start again. You were saying...?"" He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. ""I said...I found my mate."" This time, I reacted properly. ""Oh my God, Peter, I am so happy for you! Tell me everything. Do I know him? Is he a werewolf? When did you meet?..."" I shot my questions at him one after another. He laughed and led me to the couch. Sitting beside me, he reached the table and offered me a drink. I took it vigorously and gulped almost half of it to calm my nerves. ""Easy girl,"" he said, taking the bottle from my hand. ""His name is Benjamin, Ben for short. And no, I don't think you know him. He's not from here."" he answered dreamily. ""He's a werewolf, he came here for business purposes, and we met in the club."" he paused. ""We bumped into each other when I passed the VIP room in 'Stairs'. It was..."" he sighed. ""I can't even describe it, magical, I guess. I was speechless, just stood there starstruck admiring his gorgeousness..."" ""Wow."" I blurted out uncontrollably, staring in awe at my best friend. ""He invited me for a drink, and since then, it just went naturally."" How on earth didn't I recognize the symptoms? For two weeks, he wasn't himself. He wasn't my Peter, the carefree and spontaneous freak. He was reserved, like guarding some precious treasure against the ugly world. Now I know. He found his treasure. I can't blame him, can I? 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | "Mandy's POV ...""I, Alpha Andrew Miller, reject you, Amanda Anderson, as my mate and Luna."" He stated, gazing at me with his cold eyes. Am I imagining things? Is this really Andrew - my Andrew? I quickly searched my mind to check if last night was real. Yes, yes, yes it was! Here I am in his hotel room bed, sore, a little bruised, and sated. I just found my mate, my other half, and I was finally, wholeheartedly happy. Just to have my heart crushed? No! This had to be a bad dream. I blinked my eyes a few times, holding the bedsheet to my chest for dear life, and stared at him, dumbfounded. ""What did you say?"" I finally asked. “Are you deaf? I said I reject you as-” “I heard you the first time.” I cut him off, standing up from bed searching for my dress “...but why?” I found the dress and quickly put it on. He stood there with a cold demeanor. I couldn't decipher his emotions. Where is that sweet, caring, and loving guy from last night? Is he bipolar, perhaps? Putting his hands in jeans pockets, he took three large steps forward. Stopping a few inches before me, I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. He was so tall. ""You thought I would accept you?"" he scoffed and continued, ""You are just a weak and pathetic human. You are not fit to be Luna. I need someone strong, someone who is capable of leading by my side, a worthy one."" I stood there frozen in place, not daring to move my shaky legs. I knew once I moved, I would collapse. I refused to give him this satisfaction. I would not break. He lifted his hand and tucked my loose hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my body. His lps formed a disgusting smirk, and he added, ""Although... I must say. You were a bad guy."" He chuckled. ""Probably the best I’ve had, sweetheart."" And that was it. I stepped away from him, with all the courage I could muster, sizing him up. I looked him dead in the eyes and opened my mouth, “I, Amanda Anderson, accept your rejection."" And with that, I left... ... Beep, beep, beep I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. Dear God, what was that? It had been five years since that horrible night, and four years since the last time I dreamt about it. What does it mean? I haven't thought about him in years. And I was surely not thinking about him now! Was I going crazy? Was this the effect of overworking myself? Yep, that must be the answer. I got up from my comfy bed and looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. It showed the time in big green numbers: 6:45am. Dragging my numb body to the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror and checked the damage. My brown hair was chaos, a huge mess. It definitely needed to be taken care of. Not just my hair - my face looked pale, and I had dark circles under my gray eyes, probably the effect of lack of sleep. And my eyes, God my eyes were lifeless. I could play a zombie role in some naive sitcom. Is this me? I wondered. Unfortunately, yes. Sighing, I started my morning routine. After a refreshing, warm shower, I wrapped a white towel around my small frame and went straight to the walk-in reacht to find a proper outfit for work. After looking for a few minutes, I finally decided to wear a knee-length red sleeveless dress. I chose a matching set and black stilettos to go with it. After blow drying my hair, I put on enough makeup to at least look presentable. Then I left my bedroom and went to the kitchen in search of the love of my life: coffee. The kitchen opened up to the dining room, only separated by an island with a dark wooden countertop. My kitchen was painted dark gray, which perfectly fit the white cabinets and stainless-steel equipment. I loved the industrial style, that's why my whole house was arranged this way. Thank you, 'Magnolia Design' and Debbie Mitchell, for your work. I loved my home. It gave me a sense of security and peace. After switching on the coffee machine, I started to make breakfast. Today's special was a veggie omelet. Picking up the ingredients from the fridge and beginning to cook, my thoughts went back to my dream. Why now? Was it a warning or something? How to interpret it? Was it a good or bad sign? I was rejected, humiliated, and left heartbroken - all because I was human. My wish to be loved was the most naive thing I could have ever longed for. It wasn’t that I still cared about him or missed him or even loved him. It was just one night - a one-night stand. It was just a little irrelevant episode in my life. Not worth mentioning to anyone. After finishing my breakfast and coffee, I went to my car and drove to work. After driving for 30 minutes in my lovely golden BMW, I reached the underground parking lot and parked my car in my designated place. I went inside the elevator to William's Holding building. I pressed my floor number and waited. At the main lobby, the elevator doors opened, and more people came in, greeting me with a smile, which I returned. Feeling a little tired, I took a few steps back and reachd my eyes, placing my head on the elevator's wall to rest. ""Hello Ms. Anderson, how was your weekend?"" a familiar voice made me snap out of my rest. Damian Kelly, our new IT project manager, who started two weeks ago. Good asset to our department. ""Hello, Mr. Kelly, it was full of relaxation, good food, lots of fun, and a great amount of sleep!"" I answered with a trained fake smile. My weekend was the opposite of my made-up claim, but he didn’t need to know that. ""Looks like you had fun, Ms. Anderson. Perhaps you will share some good stories at our monthly meeting this afternoon?"" Is he trying to piss me off? Cause he might succeed. ""Well, Mr. Kelly, my private life stays private. I hope you will present some magnificent project ideas at that meeting."" I answered coldly to shut him up. Remember who's the boss here. He responded with a nod and turned back, waiting for his floor. Reaching the top floor, I went straight to the CEO's office, and after walking in without a knock, I was met with the most horrible sight. My boss, the famous Ryan Williams , was face with his new flavor of the week. I think her name is Darcy or Daisy, whatever. Gross. I cleared my throat to announce my presence. They immediately stopped and looked my way. Embarrassed, she jumped off him and rearranged her black, way-too-short-for-the-morning dress and stood next to Ryan's desk. I had gotten used to that kind of situation over the past seven years of working with Ryan. He excused her and whispered something in her ear, making her blush. Giggling, she gave him a peck on the lps and headed to the door. I walked her out with my eyes. After seeing the door reach, I turned back and looked at him. ""Well, well, well, I see you had a great weekend."" I teased. ""You should try it sometime. It's refreshing and relieves stress. I'm all at your service."" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed; full belly laughed so hard I had to put my hands on my stomach. A few tears left my eyes. Moments later, I could finally open my eyes and look at Ryan. ""Every time it’s the same reaction. Will you ever consider my proposal?"" he asked, annoyed with my response. ""You know I love you Ryan, but this,"" I pointed my finger between us, ""will never happen."" ""I'm persistent."" ""And I'm stubborn."" Sighing, he sat in his chair and put his hands on the black wooden desk. ""What brings you here at 8:00am? It's not something I forgot, is it?"" He asked, a little nervous. ""No, you are off the hook this time."" I smiled. ""Uff, then what is it?"" he visibly relaxed. ""Peter."" was my simple response. Peter Collins, my best friend, joined our company six years ago, and we immediately felt a connection, like we were twins. Although we looked very different. While I was short at 5'4, he stood tall at 6'2. Peter had auburn hair, while mine was dark brown. He had beautiful amber eyes, mine were gray. I was human while he was a werewolf, but we kept that a secret. Besides looking physically opposite, we had similar characters: stubborn, crazy, hardworking, and loyal to family and friends. Lately, he had started to act strangely. Skipping our Friday movie marathons at my house. Finding any reasonable excuse to not go to Barry's for Monday's drink evenings. He even stopped crashing at my place after his Saturday family dinner to complain about them. It must be something serious. This can't be something as simple as a hidden partner he was dating in secret to not scare him away with his lifestyle or family problems . He would have come to me first to find a solution to something like that. I was concerned about him, and I needed to find out what was going on. ""What about Peter? He's dead?"" Ryan widened his eyes. I sighed, shook my head, and put my hands on his desk. ""No. He's not dead."" I answered. ""His behavior seems odd these last two weeks, and I don't know what's going on."" I cleared my throat to ask a frightening question...""Did he..."" I gulped, ""Did he resign?"" I looked him straight in the eyes, hoping his answer wouldn’t break me more than I already was, but his soft and sorrowful eyes said it all. ""He did,"" I stated, defeated. I hung my head even lower, trying to fight the tears that appeared in my eyes. I bit my bottom lp hard to not let them flow. Moments later, I stood up straight and released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I turned to leave his office. ""Listen, Mandy, he asked me not to tell you until he's ready. "" Ryan's voice stopped me when I was reaching for the doorknob. ""Thank you for telling me. Your secret is safe with me. "" I answered, not looking back. ""I'm sorry, Mandy!"" was the last thing I heard as the door reachd behind me. ... Finally, the day was over, and after my morning conversation with Ryan, my mind couldn't focus on anything other than Peter. He was leaving me. HE WAS LEAVING ME. Why? What happened? I needed answers, but I couldn’t pry. I had promised Ryan secrecy. All the meetings today flew by in a blur. I just asked my assistant to email me the notes. I would deal with them in the evening when my mind was clear. I hoped. Even Daniel didn't make any comments about my behavior. Good boy. Descending in the elevator to my car, my phone rang. Reaching into my purse, I grabbed it, and when I saw the name on the screen, my heart started to beat at 100 mph. Should I answer or not?! Taking a few deep breaths and preparing for 'the end', I clicked the answer bottomon. ""Hello handsome, glad you remember your bestie,"" I said with a smile, hearing him chuckle on the other end. ""Well, hello to you too, gorgeous,"" he replied, with a happy voice. ""I'm in the elevator now. Can I call you back when I get home?"" I tried to postpone my heartbreak for a little while. ""That's alright. I'm actually at your place right now. I ordered pizza and brought drinks. What do you say?"" It wouldn't have surprised me before, but now, after not knowing what is going on, I was confused. What was the occasion? ""Fine with me, baby. Be there in 40 minutes, I need to pick up my order from Pam's Bakery, ok?"" I replied. ""Oh, please tell me you ordered strawberry muffins?"" he asked dreamily. ""You know I love them. Bad girl, I'm already drooling!"" he yelled. ""Yep, I did,"" I said with a smirk. ""Ok, gotta go if you want those muffins."" I ended the call and exhaled. ""Oh God, please don't do this to me."" I prayed while buckling my seat belt and starting the engine to head back home. ""You can do this. You are strong."" I told myself, leaving the parking lot. ... ""We need to talk."" I gulped. This is it. Prepare for the impact. When I came home, Peter was already sitting on my black leather couch, munching on pizza, and drinking his fourth drink. 'Great, thanks for waiting.' I thought to myself. He greeted me as usual, giving me his million-dollar smile. I took notice of his demeanor. He looked confident, happy, even a little bit proud but what was most noticeable was his glow. What happened? ""I know baby girl, that I've been avoiding you for some time lately,"" he said, putting his arms on my shoulders. ""But I have my reasons,"" he continued, ""You know you are my baby girl, my best friend, and my person to rely on."" He looked me in the eyes, and I couldn't help but gulp again. He was breaking up with me. He was leaving me. ""God!"" He cursed, taking his hands from my shoulders to run them nervously through his hair and turning his back to me. I stood still; frozen and afraid. A sudden sense of déjà vu hit me. The whole scene felt familiar. Where had I felt this before? Suddenly, the memory of my dream appeared in front of my eyes. Rejection. That’s what the familiar sensation was. All the blood drained from my face, my heart dropped to my stomach, and my legs started to shake. This was it, the end. Another one was leaving me. I lost my mate. Now I was losing my best friend. I cleared my dry throat, put my hand on the back of his shoulder, and whispered, ""Tell me what is wrong?"" He let out a huge gush of air and turned around. Putting his hands in his pants pockets, he opened his mouth. ""I found my mate."" Mandy's POV I couldn't believe it was really happening. Peter was leaving me. Oh My God! What was I supposed to do now, all alone, heartbroken again? Was this some sick joke or something? My brain kept shouting all the negative thoughts at me. My heartbeat increased. Was I going to have a heart attack? This was it. I was going to die now. He said it. He said it… Wait!!!! Did he say mate? I didn't imagine it, right? Or was I starting to go mental? ""Did you say MATE?!"" I finally found my voice, still frozen in place. ""Yes."" I blinked a few times and started to pace around the living room, biting my thumb nail. My mind started to shut down, and the only word that I repeated constantly was 'mate.' ""Mandyyyy?..."" Peter's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts. ""Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh, my Gooooood!"" I shouted in realization. Clapping my hands, smiling like a naive guy, and jumping in place, I turned to face Peter. His face showed a lot of emotions, my outburst must have shocked him, but the most prominent emotion was worry. He probably thought I was mental, but I couldn't control my emotions. I was happy for my friend. Giggling like a teenage girl, I jumped on the coffee table and let my feelings out. ""My Peter found his maaaaaaate!!!! Ladies and Gentlemen, my Peteeeer,"" I pointed at him dramatically, ""fooooound his MAAAAAATE!"" ""Get your bottom down here, baby girl."" he ordered, shaking his head, ""NOW!"" he added. he furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lps, waiting for me to cool down. Coming back to my senses, I jumped off the table and took predatory steps his way. ""You!"" I pointed my finger at his chest, and let my words flow. ""You made me feel like I was losing my mind! You were avoiding me, making lame excuses, making me feel abandoned. And to top it all, you resigned from work without even telling me!"" I punched his arm. ""And you feel authorized to scold me?!"" Pointing at myself, I shouted, releasing tears. ""I... I..."" I couldn't find my voice. I threw myself at him and broke down. He held me reach and let me cry my heart out, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. When I finally calmed down, I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and moved away from his embrace. ""So."" I cleared my throat. ""Let's start again. You were saying...?"" He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. ""I said...I found my mate."" This time, I reacted properly. ""Oh my God, Peter, I am so happy for you! Tell me everything. Do I know him? Is he a werewolf? When did you meet?..."" I shot my questions at him one after another. He laughed and led me to the couch. Sitting beside me, he reached the table and offered me a drink. I took it vigorously and gulped almost half of it to calm my nerves. ""Easy girl,"" he said, taking the bottle from my hand. ""His name is Benjamin, Ben for short. And no, I don't think you know him. He's not from here."" he answered dreamily. ""He's a werewolf, he came here for business purposes, and we met in the club."" he paused. ""We bumped into each other when I passed the VIP room in 'Stairs'. It was..."" he sighed. ""I can't even describe it, magical, I guess. I was speechless, just stood there starstruck admiring his gorgeousness..."" ""Wow."" I blurted out uncontrollably, staring in awe at my best friend. ""He invited me for a drink, and since then, it just went naturally."" How on earth didn't I recognize the symptoms? For two weeks, he wasn't himself. He wasn't my Peter, the carefree and spontaneous freak. He was reserved, like guarding some precious treasure against the ugly world. Now I know. He found his treasure. I can't blame him, can I? 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | "Mandy's POV ...""I, Alpha Andrew Miller, reject you, Amanda Anderson, as my mate and Luna."" He stated, gazing at me with his cold eyes. Am I imagining things? Is this really Andrew - my Andrew? I quickly searched my mind to check if last night was real. Yes, yes, yes it was! Here I am in his hotel room bed, sore, a little bruised, and sated. I just found my mate, my other half, and I was finally, wholeheartedly happy. Just to have my heart crushed? No! This had to be a bad dream. I blinked my eyes a few times, holding the bedsheet to my chest for dear life, and stared at him, dumbfounded. ""What did you say?"" I finally asked. “Are you deaf? I said I reject you as-” “I heard you the first time.” I cut him off, standing up from bed searching for my dress “...but why?” I found the dress and quickly put it on. He stood there with a cold demeanor. I couldn't decipher his emotions. Where is that sweet, caring, and loving guy from last night? Is he bipolar, perhaps? Putting his hands in jeans pockets, he took three large steps forward. Stopping a few inches before me, I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. He was so tall. ""You thought I would accept you?"" he scoffed and continued, ""You are just a weak and pathetic human. You are not fit to be Luna. I need someone strong, someone who is capable of leading by my side, a worthy one."" I stood there frozen in place, not daring to move my shaky legs. I knew once I moved, I would collapse. I refused to give him this satisfaction. I would not break. He lifted his hand and tucked my loose hair behind my ear, sending shivers down my body. His lps formed a disgusting smirk, and he added, ""Although... I must say. You were a bad guy."" He chuckled. ""Probably the best I’ve had, sweetheart."" And that was it. I stepped away from him, with all the courage I could muster, sizing him up. I looked him dead in the eyes and opened my mouth, “I, Amanda Anderson, accept your rejection."" And with that, I left... ... Beep, beep, beep I woke up in a cold sweat, panting. Dear God, what was that? It had been five years since that horrible night, and four years since the last time I dreamt about it. What does it mean? I haven't thought about him in years. And I was surely not thinking about him now! Was I going crazy? Was this the effect of overworking myself? Yep, that must be the answer. I got up from my comfy bed and looked at the digital clock on my nightstand. It showed the time in big green numbers: 6:45am. Dragging my numb body to the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror and checked the damage. My brown hair was chaos, a huge mess. It definitely needed to be taken care of. Not just my hair - my face looked pale, and I had dark circles under my gray eyes, probably the effect of lack of sleep. And my eyes, God my eyes were lifeless. I could play a zombie role in some naive sitcom. Is this me? I wondered. Unfortunately, yes. Sighing, I started my morning routine. After a refreshing, warm shower, I wrapped a white towel around my small frame and went straight to the walk-in reacht to find a proper outfit for work. After looking for a few minutes, I finally decided to wear a knee-length red sleeveless dress. I chose a matching set and black stilettos to go with it. After blow drying my hair, I put on enough makeup to at least look presentable. Then I left my bedroom and went to the kitchen in search of the love of my life: coffee. The kitchen opened up to the dining room, only separated by an island with a dark wooden countertop. My kitchen was painted dark gray, which perfectly fit the white cabinets and stainless-steel equipment. I loved the industrial style, that's why my whole house was arranged this way. Thank you, 'Magnolia Design' and Debbie Mitchell, for your work. I loved my home. It gave me a sense of security and peace. After switching on the coffee machine, I started to make breakfast. Today's special was a veggie omelet. Picking up the ingredients from the fridge and beginning to cook, my thoughts went back to my dream. Why now? Was it a warning or something? How to interpret it? Was it a good or bad sign? I was rejected, humiliated, and left heartbroken - all because I was human. My wish to be loved was the most naive thing I could have ever longed for. It wasn’t that I still cared about him or missed him or even loved him. It was just one night - a one-night stand. It was just a little irrelevant episode in my life. Not worth mentioning to anyone. After finishing my breakfast and coffee, I went to my car and drove to work. After driving for 30 minutes in my lovely golden BMW, I reached the underground parking lot and parked my car in my designated place. I went inside the elevator to William's Holding building. I pressed my floor number and waited. At the main lobby, the elevator doors opened, and more people came in, greeting me with a smile, which I returned. Feeling a little tired, I took a few steps back and reachd my eyes, placing my head on the elevator's wall to rest. ""Hello Ms. Anderson, how was your weekend?"" a familiar voice made me snap out of my rest. Damian Kelly, our new IT project manager, who started two weeks ago. Good asset to our department. ""Hello, Mr. Kelly, it was full of relaxation, good food, lots of fun, and a great amount of sleep!"" I answered with a trained fake smile. My weekend was the opposite of my made-up claim, but he didn’t need to know that. ""Looks like you had fun, Ms. Anderson. Perhaps you will share some good stories at our monthly meeting this afternoon?"" Is he trying to piss me off? Cause he might succeed. ""Well, Mr. Kelly, my private life stays private. I hope you will present some magnificent project ideas at that meeting."" I answered coldly to shut him up. Remember who's the boss here. He responded with a nod and turned back, waiting for his floor. Reaching the top floor, I went straight to the CEO's office, and after walking in without a knock, I was met with the most horrible sight. My boss, the famous Ryan Williams , was face with his new flavor of the week. I think her name is Darcy or Daisy, whatever. Gross. I cleared my throat to announce my presence. They immediately stopped and looked my way. Embarrassed, she jumped off him and rearranged her black, way-too-short-for-the-morning dress and stood next to Ryan's desk. I had gotten used to that kind of situation over the past seven years of working with Ryan. He excused her and whispered something in her ear, making her blush. Giggling, she gave him a peck on the lps and headed to the door. I walked her out with my eyes. After seeing the door reach, I turned back and looked at him. ""Well, well, well, I see you had a great weekend."" I teased. ""You should try it sometime. It's refreshing and relieves stress. I'm all at your service."" He said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed; full belly laughed so hard I had to put my hands on my stomach. A few tears left my eyes. Moments later, I could finally open my eyes and look at Ryan. ""Every time it’s the same reaction. Will you ever consider my proposal?"" he asked, annoyed with my response. ""You know I love you Ryan, but this,"" I pointed my finger between us, ""will never happen."" ""I'm persistent."" ""And I'm stubborn."" Sighing, he sat in his chair and put his hands on the black wooden desk. ""What brings you here at 8:00am? It's not something I forgot, is it?"" He asked, a little nervous. ""No, you are off the hook this time."" I smiled. ""Uff, then what is it?"" he visibly relaxed. ""Peter."" was my simple response. Peter Collins, my best friend, joined our company six years ago, and we immediately felt a connection, like we were twins. Although we looked very different. While I was short at 5'4, he stood tall at 6'2. Peter had auburn hair, while mine was dark brown. He had beautiful amber eyes, mine were gray. I was human while he was a werewolf, but we kept that a secret. Besides looking physically opposite, we had similar characters: stubborn, crazy, hardworking, and loyal to family and friends. Lately, he had started to act strangely. Skipping our Friday movie marathons at my house. Finding any reasonable excuse to not go to Barry's for Monday's drink evenings. He even stopped crashing at my place after his Saturday family dinner to complain about them. It must be something serious. This can't be something as simple as a hidden partner he was dating in secret to not scare him away with his lifestyle or family problems . He would have come to me first to find a solution to something like that. I was concerned about him, and I needed to find out what was going on. ""What about Peter? He's dead?"" Ryan widened his eyes. I sighed, shook my head, and put my hands on his desk. ""No. He's not dead."" I answered. ""His behavior seems odd these last two weeks, and I don't know what's going on."" I cleared my throat to ask a frightening question...""Did he..."" I gulped, ""Did he resign?"" I looked him straight in the eyes, hoping his answer wouldn’t break me more than I already was, but his soft and sorrowful eyes said it all. ""He did,"" I stated, defeated. I hung my head even lower, trying to fight the tears that appeared in my eyes. I bit my bottom lp hard to not let them flow. Moments later, I stood up straight and released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I turned to leave his office. ""Listen, Mandy, he asked me not to tell you until he's ready. "" Ryan's voice stopped me when I was reaching for the doorknob. ""Thank you for telling me. Your secret is safe with me. "" I answered, not looking back. ""I'm sorry, Mandy!"" was the last thing I heard as the door reachd behind me. ... Finally, the day was over, and after my morning conversation with Ryan, my mind couldn't focus on anything other than Peter. He was leaving me. HE WAS LEAVING ME. Why? What happened? I needed answers, but I couldn’t pry. I had promised Ryan secrecy. All the meetings today flew by in a blur. I just asked my assistant to email me the notes. I would deal with them in the evening when my mind was clear. I hoped. Even Daniel didn't make any comments about my behavior. Good boy. Descending in the elevator to my car, my phone rang. Reaching into my purse, I grabbed it, and when I saw the name on the screen, my heart started to beat at 100 mph. Should I answer or not?! Taking a few deep breaths and preparing for 'the end', I clicked the answer bottomon. ""Hello handsome, glad you remember your bestie,"" I said with a smile, hearing him chuckle on the other end. ""Well, hello to you too, gorgeous,"" he replied, with a happy voice. ""I'm in the elevator now. Can I call you back when I get home?"" I tried to postpone my heartbreak for a little while. ""That's alright. I'm actually at your place right now. I ordered pizza and brought drinks. What do you say?"" It wouldn't have surprised me before, but now, after not knowing what is going on, I was confused. What was the occasion? ""Fine with me, baby. Be there in 40 minutes, I need to pick up my order from Pam's Bakery, ok?"" I replied. ""Oh, please tell me you ordered strawberry muffins?"" he asked dreamily. ""You know I love them. Bad girl, I'm already drooling!"" he yelled. ""Yep, I did,"" I said with a smirk. ""Ok, gotta go if you want those muffins."" I ended the call and exhaled. ""Oh God, please don't do this to me."" I prayed while buckling my seat belt and starting the engine to head back home. ""You can do this. You are strong."" I told myself, leaving the parking lot. ... ""We need to talk."" I gulped. This is it. Prepare for the impact. When I came home, Peter was already sitting on my black leather couch, munching on pizza, and drinking his fourth drink. 'Great, thanks for waiting.' I thought to myself. He greeted me as usual, giving me his million-dollar smile. I took notice of his demeanor. He looked confident, happy, even a little bit proud but what was most noticeable was his glow. What happened? ""I know baby girl, that I've been avoiding you for some time lately,"" he said, putting his arms on my shoulders. ""But I have my reasons,"" he continued, ""You know you are my baby girl, my best friend, and my person to rely on."" He looked me in the eyes, and I couldn't help but gulp again. He was breaking up with me. He was leaving me. ""God!"" He cursed, taking his hands from my shoulders to run them nervously through his hair and turning his back to me. I stood still; frozen and afraid. A sudden sense of déjà vu hit me. The whole scene felt familiar. Where had I felt this before? Suddenly, the memory of my dream appeared in front of my eyes. Rejection. That’s what the familiar sensation was. All the blood drained from my face, my heart dropped to my stomach, and my legs started to shake. This was it, the end. Another one was leaving me. I lost my mate. Now I was losing my best friend. I cleared my dry throat, put my hand on the back of his shoulder, and whispered, ""Tell me what is wrong?"" He let out a huge gush of air and turned around. Putting his hands in his pants pockets, he opened his mouth. ""I found my mate."" Mandy's POV I couldn't believe it was really happening. Peter was leaving me. Oh My God! What was I supposed to do now, all alone, heartbroken again? Was this some sick joke or something? My brain kept shouting all the negative thoughts at me. My heartbeat increased. Was I going to have a heart attack? This was it. I was going to die now. He said it. He said it… Wait!!!! Did he say mate? I didn't imagine it, right? Or was I starting to go mental? ""Did you say MATE?!"" I finally found my voice, still frozen in place. ""Yes."" I blinked a few times and started to pace around the living room, biting my thumb nail. My mind started to shut down, and the only word that I repeated constantly was 'mate.' ""Mandyyyy?..."" Peter's concerned voice pulled me out of my thoughts. ""Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh, my Gooooood!"" I shouted in realization. Clapping my hands, smiling like a naive guy, and jumping in place, I turned to face Peter. His face showed a lot of emotions, my outburst must have shocked him, but the most prominent emotion was worry. He probably thought I was mental, but I couldn't control my emotions. I was happy for my friend. Giggling like a teenage girl, I jumped on the coffee table and let my feelings out. ""My Peter found his maaaaaaate!!!! Ladies and Gentlemen, my Peteeeer,"" I pointed at him dramatically, ""fooooound his MAAAAAATE!"" ""Get your bottom down here, baby girl."" he ordered, shaking his head, ""NOW!"" he added. he furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lps, waiting for me to cool down. Coming back to my senses, I jumped off the table and took predatory steps his way. ""You!"" I pointed my finger at his chest, and let my words flow. ""You made me feel like I was losing my mind! You were avoiding me, making lame excuses, making me feel abandoned. And to top it all, you resigned from work without even telling me!"" I punched his arm. ""And you feel authorized to scold me?!"" Pointing at myself, I shouted, releasing tears. ""I... I..."" I couldn't find my voice. I threw myself at him and broke down. He held me reach and let me cry my heart out, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. When I finally calmed down, I took a few deep breaths, composed myself, and moved away from his embrace. ""So."" I cleared my throat. ""Let's start again. You were saying...?"" He chuckled and shook his head in amusement. ""I said...I found my mate."" This time, I reacted properly. ""Oh my God, Peter, I am so happy for you! Tell me everything. Do I know him? Is he a werewolf? When did you meet?..."" I shot my questions at him one after another. He laughed and led me to the couch. Sitting beside me, he reached the table and offered me a drink. I took it vigorously and gulped almost half of it to calm my nerves. ""Easy girl,"" he said, taking the bottle from my hand. ""His name is Benjamin, Ben for short. And no, I don't think you know him. He's not from here."" he answered dreamily. ""He's a werewolf, he came here for business purposes, and we met in the club."" he paused. ""We bumped into each other when I passed the VIP room in 'Stairs'. It was..."" he sighed. ""I can't even describe it, magical, I guess. I was speechless, just stood there starstruck admiring his gorgeousness..."" ""Wow."" I blurted out uncontrollably, staring in awe at my best friend. ""He invited me for a drink, and since then, it just went naturally."" How on earth didn't I recognize the symptoms? For two weeks, he wasn't himself. He wasn't my Peter, the carefree and spontaneous freak. He was reserved, like guarding some precious treasure against the ugly world. Now I know. He found his treasure. I can't blame him, can I? 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2023 Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Classic | 2023 Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Classic - $8,200.00 2023 Kawasaki Vulcan 900 Classic VN900 D like new . Never dropped , never in rain. Always garage kept. Everything is like new, runs fine. Selling do to age issues. (72) Title in hand. Kelly blue and NADA list at 8200. Don’t have to sell just thinking I may want a toy for someone my age. Asking 8200 or best offer or interesting trade. Facebook Marketplace | CONTACT_US | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/371350388212 | Steve Young | https://www.facebook.com/Steve-Young-104601775136353/ | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Contact us | 0 | IMAGE | https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/3713503882129379/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | REGULAR_PAGE | 1 | 0 | 0 | Steve Young | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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