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2,106,354	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2106342}'	Yes	2024-10-06 20:11	active	1586	🌶 Click to Watch this Show 👉	She’s the curvy scholarship student, constantly tormented by the rich and popular quarterback. But one night, after they both had a few too many drinks, she ended up on his lap—and that’s when everything took an unexpected turn.	WATCH_MORE	https://getgalatea.com/lp/keily-en-cover-gtv-ke04?	Galatea TV	https://www.facebook.com/61552321595349/	17,290	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	galateaTV.com	VIDEO		https://getgalatea.com/lp/keily-en-cover-gtv-ke04?from=facebook-tv&campaign={{campaign.name}}_{{campaign.id}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}%28{{adset.id}}%29&creative={{ad.name}}%28{{ad.id}}%29&wpsrc=Facebook&wpcid={{campaign.id}}&wpsnetn={{site_source_name}}&wpcrid={{ad.id}}&wpscn={{adset.name}}&wpscid={{adset.id}}&wpcrn={{ad.name}}&wpcn={{campaign.name}}&utm_medium=cpc&utm_id={{campaign.id}}&utm_source=facebook&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461777846_506515372156324_2266940124404391463_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uS7iG-fhjRIQ7kNvgE68kLz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AI_OleTc5w4OpM0mva9_jVp&oh=00_AYAHReDvDyiBu_XJBmNNIW79oZ9JTC0HTlFwt18muvaB2Q&oe=670913E8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Galatea TV	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,725	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2106721}'	No	2024-10-06 20:12	active	1586			SIGN_UP	https://kelly-lyons.mykajabi.com/fbworkshop	Kelly L Wellness	https://www.facebook.com/Kellylwellness/	3,805	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	kelly-lyons.mykajabi.com	CAROUSEL		https://kelly-lyons.mykajabi.com/fbworkshop	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461758078_909444554393850_56737947904198760_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=GEmrdNuMfE8Q7kNvgFcTLXi&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ApXy9EPcwaGQEfohjoe32tP&oh=00_AYCUNTd_i2zRi8gMPScEWQ1qCvnhEw9z248uLMKF8cutAQ&oe=6709079B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly L Wellness	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,105,893	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-06 20:09	active	1586	2008 Toyota RAV4 · Limited Sport Utility 4D	2008 Toyota RAV4 · Limited Sport Utility 4D - $6,395.00 PLEASE READ MY AD FIRST for my CLEAN Title 2008 TOYOTA RAV4 V6 LIMITED AWD NEW Tires Auto ICE Cold AC Heater Low Miles (Only 13K/Year) Moonroof Gas Saver Roof Rack BLUETOOTH/AUX/USB/AM/FM/CD/MP3 with Toyota Premium JBL Sound Heated Seats Runs and Drives Great for $6395 CASH I'm available to show it from 11 am till 9 pm Price: $6395 CASH. Kelly Book Value is around $7600 on these miles so NO Low ballers or Tire Kickers. Serious Buyers Only who have Cash and the Intention to buy. * New Tires * Clean Title * Made in Japan * We are the 3rd owner * All Power (Everything works) * No Check Engine light. No leaks * Low Original Miles 208K (Only 13K/Year) * Lots of storage space and is good on gas * Runs like New. Nothing Wrong Mechanically * You are welcome to bring a mechanic * This is top of the line RAV4 Limited that is best in class and very reliable family SUV Learn more about this listing on Facebook Marketplace: https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1324689718899543/	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/132468971889	Ash Han	https://www.facebook.com/Ash-Han-114642094045637/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1324689718899543/	1969-12-31 18:00		REGULAR_PAGE	1	Ash Han	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,606	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2106519}'	No	2024-10-06 20:11	active	1586		It must 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲. Dave and Kelly appear to be a bit 𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 as they have swapped their responsibilities (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔) at the harbor today.			Island City Harbor	https://www.facebook.com/islandcityharbor/	3,052	1969-12-31 18:00			VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462146918_1199764997801732_8328828008313589593_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6M7-X1FXg7QQ7kNvgFiZm81&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AFzk46KC1suXmAp4oo14H3b&oh=00_AYAVa-Qik5s_2atnn8XQYrcFE3eERbiZwQFoKeKhuNRjyA&oe=6709164E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Island City Harbor	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,774	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-06 20:12	active	1586	Military and Veteran Resource Fair	Veterans, active service members, and their families will have access to health and disability claims assistance, job placement and training opportunities, education benefits, and mental health counseling. Whether you're seeking career support or starting a veteran-owned business, we've got the resources you need	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/934218391876726/	Seminole State College of Oklahoma	https://www.facebook.com/seminolestatecollegeofoklahoma/	5,217	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	Military and Veteran Resource Fair	EVENT	Join us for SSC’s 2nd Annual Military and Veteran Resource Fair. The resource fair will be held in the Enoch Kelly Haney Center. Dozens of local and regional organizations will be on site to assist veterans, active military service members and their dependents with information about services and available benefits. Veteran-owned-and-operated food truck Sam's Cheesin' It Up will also be on site.	https://www.facebook.com/events/934218391876726/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462033578_1214962379785741_829938944946574582_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NUufHluw6roQ7kNvgGMNUI3&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4dQKu8KKpzMQvZQU6UxNWN&oh=00_AYAJ6yxAHTzR8Nn_ELY7DUfkqvF-7Apg4RU4W8Tz6RJrVQ&oe=6708F540	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Seminole State College of Oklahoma	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,105,968	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2105940}'	No	2024-10-06 20:10	active	1586	This Accident Hack is Paying Out BIG! Call now👉	Turn Your Minor Accident Into Cash – Claim Up to $100,000 Right Now!😱 Were you in a car accident that wasn't your fault? • In the last 2 years You could be owed up to $500,000! 😱 No lawyer? No worries! Tap below to see how much YOU can get PAID.	CONTACT_US	https://simplytrk.com/66fd793e4552b7bc4461e76f?sub	Kelly Woods	https://www.facebook.com/61552788097888/	7	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact Us	simplytrk.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://simplytrk.com/66fd793e4552b7bc4461e76f?sub1=%7B%7Bad.id%7D%7D&sub2=%7B%7Badset.id%7D%7D&sub3=%7B%7Bcampaign.id%7D%7D&sub4=%7B%7Bad.name%7D%7D&sub5=%7B%7Badset.name%7D%7D&sub6=%7B%7Bcampaign.name%7D%7D&sub7=%7B%7Bplacement%7D%7D&sub8=%7B%7Bsite_source_name%7D%7D&utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=paid	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462331865_1714744399366101_1505756789651558508_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=v5TTCjdfJ0AQ7kNvgFx3z2L&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A1Aob6HmZ_Lex-sHEZDctTL&oh=00_AYDi2Kw2JUAuiVidJdg_EShR-tfl0otFzgM8RqSsI71w3g&oe=67090E15	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Woods	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,293	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-06 20:11	active	1586		Modern-day superstar Kelly Morse finds herself reincarnated in the body of a wealthy merchant's daughter from a hundred years ago. Promised in childhood to a young marshal thanks to her grandfather's heroic deeds, Kelly must navigate her new life with cunning and bravery. Trapped in a web of deceit spun by her stepmother and sister, she employs her acting skills to outsmart her adversaries. Amidst this turmoil, she entangles with her fiancé, a marshal in disguise. Together, they face numerous trials and life-threatening challenges, ultimately finding happiness in each other's arms.	LEARN_MORE	https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/pzq42j1mj5n41t	Dubu TV	https://www.facebook.com/61558073043961/	383	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbpx.16447.com	VIDEO		https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/pzq42j1mj5n41tumnfpwmjdm?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120211740256040509&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462222082_1721676958664970_7373609135505062039_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Idr3xH7SvmYQ7kNvgESa86J&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A1FN_vukR7lxXnOxw66iQmh&oh=00_AYCVFuwuWJ9B9GSri8boTzDoVubUDZmWEjbt_grj4WyH8A&oe=6708FECD	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dubu TV	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,105,683	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-06 20:09	active	1586		Unlock a world of short dramas! 🔓 Download now to get more.	WATCH_MORE	https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/30509.html?la	DramaBox- movies&drama	https://www.facebook.com/DramaBoxMoviesDrama/	6,567,247	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	fb.dramabox.com	VIDEO		https://fb.dramabox.com/db_land_page/30509.html?language=en&timestamp=1728145507684&channelCode=DAENF1011659&bid=41000105845&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&ad_group_name={{adset.name}}&ad_group_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462225329_3905329739787550_2527259717162480726_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=B9NKGBJ1hr8Q7kNvgERdsW3&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AtmQ5IDtp22hGYGBXNKPo8S&oh=00_AYA0xLSRTITKkCkdNGSaGJrNK4dVvGO6rAXmH-fyzJknWw&oe=6709134F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DramaBox- movies&drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,766	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-06 20:12	active	1586		While most of my collecting focus is on 90s NBA, I’ve started working on a few side PCs relevant to me - one I’ve had a lot of fun with is action sports. It mostly consists of Kelly Slater and Tony Hawk but there are a few others in there as well. Slater and Hawk were everywhere when I was a kid… and their video games were iconic - anyone else play those?! I’ve got some other fun stuff I’ll show as I keep getting everything in fresh @alltouchcase cases. What’s your side PC? . . . #sportscards #thehobby #tradingcards #basketballcards #cardcollector #cardcollection #collectibles #baseballcards #footballcards #whodoyoucollect #nonsportscards #sports	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/mac_cardcollection	mac_cardcollection	https://www.instagram.com/_u/mac_cardcollection	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/mac_cardcollection	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/361709326_3541929349387839_2283233100899656437_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=4nlWKSqVcMIQ7kNvgEdkbyc&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBD1ou2Fcb8ujfyWWajcxw2N12vSaq6nsTFxMdxHYLmDg&oe=6708EC95	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	mac_cardcollection	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,105,602	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-10-06 20:09	active	1586	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... “Where is she?!” I hear the Beta Kyle scream. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment he sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don’t make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. “Neah, how useless your are! You still have not cleaned the office.” He snaps. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. “We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!” I don’t answer, I keep my eyes low so that I didn’t have to look at his face. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. From what I gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin, ”Useless Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle was always reminding me of how worthless I am. The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don’t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door. Shrinking down to the ground. “Is this the way you greet all Alpha’s?” His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, getting to my feet. “I…I thought I was alone.” I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. “Come forward.” He orders. I do as I’m told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” My head moved up and down, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth about me. “I would prefer it if you spoke to me.” He growls, “I’m not in the mood to play games.” “Yes.” I whisper. “I am…I am a Wolf.” I couldn’t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take. “How is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.” “I…..” I hated the question. “I haven’t got all day!” He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldn’t scent him. I knew why I hadn’t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever liked to do. They never hear my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. “You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them. There was no way I was making direct eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound.” “Why?” If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. “It was a punishment.” “For what?” His deep voice rumbles through me. “For killing my parents.” I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it was him...	LEARN_MORE	https://wwwedb.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=11783&	New world publications	https://www.facebook.com/100090352943774/	3,708	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	wwwedb.com	DCO		https://wwwedb.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=11783&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/450664948_1625574091346934_5464423536906748072_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NVqsblwEXJYQ7kNvgGrK1Ou&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AS1dHgRs6bwGR2Z6V0R2w1r&oh=00_AYB9Z7K5FOoJ8hbPOT3NoohBbb11z8YMErfw4hCRAZ3nzQ&oe=6708FD95	PERSON_PROFILE	0	New world publications	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,196	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-06 20:10	active	1586	Mermaid wedding dress	Mermaid wedding dress - CA$3,962.00 Size 20 Has not been altered ATHENAIS ÉLYSÉE ÉDITION WEDDING With a fully lined bodice and superior inner construction for extra support this stunner also features figure- enhancing, floral baroque lace lightly embroidered with mini paillettes subtly twinkling over delicate layers of soft Tulle Français and French Chantilly lace. The floral, baroque lace continues to cascade into a dramatic, sculpted train to complete this awe-inspiring look. Finished with delicate detachable, draped soft Tulle Français off-shoulder sleeves. Facebook Marketplace	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/123375628109	Kelly Chapman	https://www.facebook.com/Kelly-Chapman-103308005882180/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/1233756281098792/	1969-12-31 18:00		REGULAR_PAGE	1	Kelly Chapman	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,078	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2106077}'	No	2024-10-06 20:10	active	1586	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I got a call from a detective late one night asking me to take my two children in. I had no idea I fathered another two children at all but was forced to prove that by providing a DNA sample. Dakota and Darcy are 3-year-old twins, they have been bounced around foster care homes since birth. Once everyone had looked at Dakota, I pulled up the photo of Darcy. My four sons gasped, they were not expecting to have a baby sister at all. "She is gorgeous and so tiny" Hunter stated. "Look at her button nose and those eyes" Jamie stated. "I bags cuddling her first" Eddie yelled. "We are in so much trouble, when she grows up, the boys will swarm" Mitchell grumbled causing all the boys to glare. They had not thought of that. I chuckled at his sons, they hadn't even met the kids and they were already so protective of their baby sister. "Anyway, Mitchell and I are heading to LA tonight and when the twins are released from hospital we will bring them home. "That's not fair. Why does he get to go?" Jamie whined. "I don't want to overwhelm the twins but I will need help to bring them home." ———————— Four years ago Daniel spent two months with a woman named Kelly who was appointed to help him on an extended tour in China for his business. She was his interpreter and guide. His parents looked after his four sons while he toured the factories checking how they were working and coping with the products his business imported to Australia. Kelly was an American girl who spoke fluent Mandarin. She was 13 years younger than Daniel but they spent every minute of every day together and things just happened in the last two weeks of Daniel's stay. Kelly knew it was just a quick fling and she was ok with that because she was going back home to America after Daniel left anyway. She was going to be married to her father's business associate to create a partnership. For her, it was a last chance to be reckless and she was. She didn't plan on it at all and thought they had been safe. When Kelly returned to America, she was pregnant but didn't know it until just before her wedding. Her father decided that the child would be put up for adoption and the wedding was pushed back. Kelly birthed twins on April 16th 2019 by herself. Her firstborn was a little boy she called Dakota Ray and her secondborn was a beautiful baby girl whom she named Darcy Celine. She held them for a full hour before her father rushed them away and dumped them into foster care with the one request that the children stay together. Kelly had named Daniel on the papers hoping that somehow her kids would end up with him and be loved like they deserved, she didn't want them in a family like hers. She hoped the foster care agency would search for Daniel but they didn't. She wanted her children to be free and happy unlike her and thought of them daily while in her loveless marriage until she took her own life one year after her children were born. Dakota and Darcy were bounced around from home to home. In their three years of life, they had never known love except for each other. Dakota was the protector of his sister and tried to shield her from the abuse they suffered at the different homes. Dakota was 95cm and a little underweight for his age and height due to the lack of food he had been given. Dakota had blonde hair and blue eyes but no one could tell because of how dirty he was. Darcy was small for her age. She was 88cm and barely 10 kilos when soaking wet. Darcy had been born with a full head of hair which was now down to her waist. It was blonde and curly when it wasn't matted and she had piercing blue eyes. Darcy was the opposite of Dakota, she was sweet and shy. She barely talked to anyone except for Kota as she called him. Darcy was known as Cc to her brother but no one else was allowed to call her that. The current foster home of the twins was bad. They were never allowed to bathe at all and had been in the same clothes since they arrived 7 weeks ago. They were only fed twice a week if they were good. Whatever food the twins got they would share. They slept holding onto each other, for Kota, it was so he could protect his sister and so Cc didn't have bad dreams. For Cc, it was to make sure that no one took Kota away from her. The twins slept in the laundry room on a dog bed with a baby's blanket they found in the bin. The twins spent most of their time either being locked out when the men with white powder came around or staying in the laundry room. When they went into the house, the scary man would hit them and throw things at them so they avoided it as much as possible. One night, the twins heard loud banging and shouting. There were flashing lights and dogs barking. Darcy was scared and shaking, she was crying and Dakota was trying to calm his sister down so no one would find them hidden next to the funny machine. He was holding her close and trying to cover her with a blanket. He would rather the bad man hit him than his baby sister. He was watching to make sure no one came through the door while he covered his sister with his body. The police were searching the house for drugs and had found it held thousands of dollars of cocaine and a dope lab was upstairs. The dogs were taken into each room searching each room and they were scratching on the laundry door. The officer kicked the door in causing Darcy to scream while Dakota tried to cover her mouth with his little hand scared of what the scary man would do to them for making noise. The dog bolted towards the children sniffing them before laying protectively in front of the children. "Get in here sarge" the dog handler called out causing several officers and a detective to come running. Darcy peeked out and saw the dog "Doggy" she squealed reaching for the dog. "Don't touch" the handler yelled out fearing the dog would harm the children. Darcy jumped causing the dog to growl at the new people entering the room. "Blue heel" the handler stated stopping the dog from growling. "Blue come" the handler called but the dog refused to leave the kids. As the detective inched closer to the kids, Blue the police dog put his body in front of the kids ready to defend them. "Blue's protecting the kids" the handler stated. "I see that but we need to get them checked. Call the dog off now" the detective stated. "Blue come" the handler called again but the dog just ignored him. "Blue seek" the handler stated opening the back door. Blue took off outside and the detective quickly shut the door. The detective walked over to the kids causing Dakota to jump up and stand in front of his sister glaring at the man in front of him. "I'm Detective Brown. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to check if you are ok?" The detective stated. "No touching Cc" Dakota stated putting his hands on his hips and glaring at the man. "Is CC your sister's name?" Detective Brown asked. "No call her that, she Darcy mister" Dakota stated causing Darcy to giggle. Detective Brown smiled "ok so what's your name then?" He asked. "Dakota" Dakota stated. "Ok Dakota, I just want to check on you and your sister and maybe get something to eat?" Detective Brown stated, he wanted them checked at the hospital and cleaned up but he would get them out of there first. "Kota I hungry," Darcy said. Both children seemed to have a conversation with each other speaking with words that didn't make sense and eventually agreed to go with the detective if he didn't touch them. --- Detective Brown had managed to get the twins into his car and took them to the hospital where they were cleaned up. The wounds on both children were being treated and they had been fed. Detective Brown couldn't believe the extent of the dirt on the children and how dehydrated and malnourished these kids were. Who could do that to a child? He made it his mission to find the children a proper home to live as no child should have to go through what they had. He was horrified by what he found in that house and the condition of the children. He contacted the social worker in charge of the twins. The woman told him to do the job himself if he didn't like what she had done so that was what he was doing. Detective Brown went through the file on the twins and saw they had been in 23 homes since birth. They were unable to be adopted as the mother and father hadn't signed the proper forms. He eventually found the twin's birth certificates listing both the mother and father and got to work on searching for them. He found the mother had committed suicide exactly one year after the children were born. He also found that the father was an Australian citizen and was listed on the birth certificate. He got to work searching for contact details on a Daniel Levi Toms. Detective Brown found his contact details in a letter at the bottom of the file and immediately called the number. Daniel was sound asleep, it was 3 am when his phone began to ring with a number from LA. "This better be good" he answered the phone. "Is this Mr Daniel Toms?" Detective Brown asked. "Who is asking?" Daniel replied. "Oh sorry, my name is Detective Brown. I am calling in regards to your children we found late last night in a dope raid" Detective Brown started. "I think you have the wrong number mate. My kids are here in Australia with me" Daniel replied getting angry. "No, you are Daniel Levi Toms correct?" Detective Brown asked" "Yes" Daniel replied. "Then I have the right number. You are listed on the birth certificate of Dakota and Darcy born 16th April 2019, mother Kelly Wright now deceased" Detective Brown continued. "Look mate, I'm not the kid's father. There has been a mistake" Daniel replied. "Well as you are listed you are the next of kin and I will need you to provide a DNA sample to get your name removed off the birth certificate or you will need to sign paperwork relinquishing your rights so the children can be placed up for adoption" Detective Brown fumed out. He was angry at this man for denying his children, especially after seeing them in the state they were in. Those kids deserved better than that. "Where can I go to provide the sample?" Daniel asked. After another 10 minutes on the phone organising for Daniel to provide a sample of DNA in the morning the detective and Daniel hung up. He was now wide awake and fuming with Kelly. Why would she put his name down? They had spent two weeks together but had parted ways after a mutually satisfying time together. There is no way he could have fathered children with her, he was sure they were careful. He was awake now so decided to do some work before going to the clinic at 8 am to get a DNA test done. At 7.30 am Daniel left a note for his sons saying he had an errand to run and headed to the clinic. He would then head to the office after the test was done. The detective said they would have the results in two days and then Daniel would be absolved of the responsibility of the children that Kelly claimed were his. He already had four children he had raised practically on his own that were grown, he didn't need to raise another two especially when he would be 50 in a few years. The twins had been admitted to hospital and would be spending about 10 days there. They had school sores all over them from how unclean they were. Darcy had a UTI from not being cleaned properly after going to the toilet. They both had insect bites all over them. Dakota had a skin infection and multiple bruises on his body. Darcy also had a middle ear infection. Both children slept a lot but neither would let go of each other. Dakota had to be held down while the doctors checked his sister because he kept kicking and biting the doctor. Each time the nurse would come to check the twin's vitals it took three of them, two to hold Dakota and one to check Darcy. Dakota had also taken out his IV several times so he could sleep with Darcy. The nurses had threatened to put the kids in different rooms unless he kept his IV in. Two days later Detective Brown got a call confirming that Daniel was the biological father of the twins. He immediately picked up the phone to call Daniel. "Daniel speaking" Daniel answered the phone quickly seeing the LA number. He assumed it was the start of getting his name off the kid's birthday certificate. "Daniel, this is Detective Brown. I am ringing to confirm you are the father of Dakota and Darcy. I have sent the paperwork through for you to see along with forms allowing the children to be placed up for adoption. As Ms Wright is now deceased, all we require is your signature and we can get the process started" Detective Brown stated. "Wait did you just say the kids are mine?" Daniel asked. "Yes sir, DNA confirms it" Detective Brown replied. "God" Daniel stated. "Wait two children? How?" Daniel asked. "They are twins, they are three years old and currently are in hospital. As I mentioned we found them in a dope raid and I don't want them going back into foster care, I'd rather they be placed up for adoption" Detective Brown stated. "No, wait. I didn't know about them. I'll take my kids. I'll be on the first flight out of Australia. Send me through the details" Daniel replied. "Yes sir, and sir you should know they show signs of abuse" Detective Brown stated they continued to talk with the detective passing on relevant information before hanging up. Daniel was horrified, how was he going to tell his sons? --- Daniel booked the first flight from Sydney to LA for himself and his eldest. He knew he would need help getting two children back especially when they had shown signs of abuse. He had forgotten to ask about the gender of his children, he assumed they were two boys. He didn't know what abuse the children had suffered but he knew they were in a dope raid. These are the things he would have to find out as well as getting the children back to Australia. He rang Mitchell and told him they both needed to get to LA immediately and to pack a bag for the both of them with at least 10 days worth of clothes. He would explain on the way to the airport. He called his other sons and told them he and Mitchell would be heading to LA for two weeks immediately for an emergency and to get home quickly so he could explain it all. Their flight was leaving at 7.30 pm and it was currently 1 pm. It would only take 20 minutes to drive to the airport from their house. He was worried about what his sons were going to say about having siblings. He got into a cab as he wanted to read the things that the detective had sent and his car would be fine in the work car park. As he read through the reports he realised he had a little boy and a little girl. Finally, he would have a little princess to spoil and he couldn't help but smile. As he walked into the house he was met with all his sons. "Dad, what's the emergency?" His eldest Mitchell asked. "A few days ago, I got a call from a detective in LA claiming I had fathered two children. Turns out he was right, I have the DNA results. Before anyone says anything, they are twins and are three. I am going to America to bring them back home. Their mum is deceased and we are all they have left" Daniel stated not leaving any room for arguing. "What? How?" Asked Eddie the youngest. "You see brother dear when a man and a woman" Hunter began. "Shut up, I meant how did we not know?" Eddie argued. "Their mother didn't let me know. I spent 2 weeks with her in China, she was my guide and translator. We both knew it was casual" Daniel replied. He wanted to be honest with his sons so they knew exactly what was going on, he always had been honest. "That's not all. The twins, Dakota and Darcy are currently in hospital. They are showing signs of abuse. The police picked them up during a dope raid" Daniel informed his sons. Everyone was quiet for a while, no one knew what to say at all. How could someone harm children? Why would someone want to do that? Eventually, Jamie spoke up "Do you have a photo of them?" He asked making Daniel smile. The detective had sent through a picture of the children with the file which could be used to get emergency passports to get the kids home to Australia. Daniel pulled up the photos and the boys gathered around the phone to look. First, they saw a photo of Dakota, there was no denying him, he was the spitting image of Mitchell. You would swear they were twins. Mitchell and Dakota shared the same blue eyes and blonde curly hair. They even had the same face shape although Dakota did not have the fullness in his cheeks. Once everyone had looked at Dakota, Daniel pulled up the photo of Darcy. The boys gasped, they were not expecting to have a baby sister at all. "She is gorgeous and so tiny" Hunter stated. "Look at her button nose and those eyes" Jamie stated. "I bags cuddling her first" Eddie yelled. "We are in so much trouble, when she grows up, the boys will swarm" Mitchell grumbled causing all the boys to glare. They had not thought of that. Daniel chuckled at his sons, they hadn't even met the kids and they were already so protective of their baby sister. "Anyway, Mitchell and I are heading to LA tonight and when the twins are released from hospital we will bring them home. "That's not fair. Why does he get to go?" Jamie whined. "I don't want to overwhelm the twins but I will need help to bring them home. You all are at uni and I don't want you taking the time off" Daniel replied earning groans from all of his sons besides Mitchell. Daniel spent the rest of the time organising emergency passports for the twins so they could return to Australia. He would pick them up from the Australian embassy in 5 days along with paperwork allowing the twins to be brought into the country. Mitchell checked them into the flight online so all they would have to do is drop their bags and head through security. He was extremely excited to meet the twins and couldn't wait to cuddle with both of them. He missed having younger siblings in the house. He had plans for what he would do with each of the twins. He would teach Dakota how to play football and ride a bike, he would also read to him and teach him how to protect his sister. He could not wait to teach Darcy to ride a bike and would cuddle with her to sleep. He would take her dancing and go watch every performance if she was interested. It was time to leave and they caught a cab to the airport ready to get to LA to see the twins. Mitchell and Daniel had been quiet since arriving at the airport waiting for their flight to be called. They were travelling first class so they would be able to sleep on the plane. Both were lost in their own thoughts after reading medical reports from the hospital. As they boarded the flight all Daniel could think of was how he was going to be able to help his children when they were showing signs of abuse. How would he be able to get them to trust him when he already had let them down? How could he make up for the time he had already missed with his children? But most of all he was worried the twins would not like him.	LEARN_MORE	https://a.thepopfic.com/ad/UG9wRmljLzMxNjkyMy8yMDI	Pop001	https://www.facebook.com/100092038763039/	470	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	a.thepopfic.com	VIDEO		https://a.thepopfic.com/ad/UG9wRmljLzMxNjkyMy8yMDI0MDkyOTE2MzI1MS9wYWdl?adid={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461594865_3764637227094384_7067626224474066248_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=x0JchQfD9CIQ7kNvgFrV6GO&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AJpgfdDa7yVax4s2vcvMqzG&oh=00_AYCzfiTOqNtb8Dl7HzKMvfNt_fuMS9kubmoIiMwFo3l8Qw&oe=6708EC5B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Pop001	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,130	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2106519}'	No	2024-10-06 20:10	active	1586	The P-Diddy Saga and the Lessons for Musicians: An Insight by Aguike (part1) - AGUIKE, Nigerian-American music icon	As the Piddy Saga continues to escalate, over 100 victims—both men and women—are suing P Diddy (Sean Combs, Puff Daddy) for sexual assault. Before anyone jumps to conclusions about this being yet another attempt to take down a Black superstar, it’s important to note that the district attorney bringing charges against him is also a Black man. Furthermore, Harvey Weinstein, who built one of the largest empires in Hollywood, was investigated, charged, and sentenced to several years in prison by the same United States District Court for the Southern District of New York. Our Black brothers and sisters are often quick to claim the victim narrative. Yet, when we allow the euphoria of fame to cloud our judgment and let substances impair our reasoning, playing the race card becomes the next sound bite. Many months ago, I warned about what could happen to P Diddy. Those of us in the industry know how some individuals, blessed by God, can see themselves as deities among others. Some act as though they are untouchable and engage in reckless behavior. When the long arm of the law finally catches up with us, we expect the public to weep in our defense. The music industry is filled with individuals like Diddy—producers and record labels that often put artists through immense hardship. You frequently hear major hits receiving extensive radio and television promotion, reaching audiences around the globe. Yet, the artists—who often serve as mere figureheads—have little to show for their hard work. Many producers manipulate their influence, inserting their voices into tracks while claiming credit for lyrics that the artists wrote. In America, South Africa, and even in my homeland of Nigeria, there are numerous prominent producers who, despite lacking the ability to sing or write, append their vocals to songs created by their artists. Consequently, they claim 50% of the copyrights and leverage their positions to seize control over the artists' catalogs. I've spoken with many struggling Nigerian artists who express frustration over record labels taking a cut from their concert earnings. Recently, Rihanna made an interesting remark about how, after paying her dues, she became a billionaire. The reality is that many aspiring musicians—both young men and women—desperate for success in the industry, are subjected to various exploitative practices, coercive arrangements, and quid pro quos. If you seek to achieve success at all costs in the music industry, be prepared to endure significant hardships. For women, it is often expected that they will be passed around, while men face the unsettling reality of having to engage with bi-sexual record label owners. Consider the tragic case of the late Aaliyah, who married R. Kelly when she was only 14 years old, gaining fame at a significant personal cost. Many young women are lured by music and movie producers who promise them stardom in exchange for being their sidekicks. I remember an incident when a young singer and actress in New York alerted me to how a movie producer attempted to coerce her into a sexual encounter for a role. After attending an audition, she was instructed to meet the producer in a private suite, only to find him undressed. She left immediately. Another time, I accompanied an aspiring singer to a newspaper editor to seek help with her upcoming single. She later confided that the editor insisted on a sexual relationship before offering any assistance. I advised her to think wisely. Musicians called to sing should remain committed to their artistic integrity. There are certainly societal pressures to conform to the paths of others, and while it may take longer to find success, it’s preferable to lead a quiet and honorable life as a musician than to become one of the world’s most famous music stars, only to see your name, reputation, and legacy tarnished. The P-Diddy saga is poised to open Pandora's box, revealing that many of the superstars you admire may have shadowy sides to their fame. I sincerely hope that all musicians, myself included, can learn a valuable lesson from this significant fall from grace—from living in mansions to sleeping in a grimy jail cell. Regardless of where you stand, please pray for Diddy; it looks like he will be facing a long time away from freedom. Good day from New York City. Aguike, alias allah Bama also known as Emma Agu , writes from Bayside, New York City. #seuncomb #puffdaddy #cassieventura #badboyrecords https://aguike.com/the-p-diddy-saga-and-the-lessons-for-musicians-an-insight-by-aguike-part1/	CALL_NOW		Aguike	https://www.facebook.com/aguike/	193,974	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE	As the Piddy Saga continues to escalate, over 100 victims—both men and women—are suing P Diddy (Sean Combs, Puff Daddy) for sexual assault. Before anyone jumps to conclusions about this being yet another attempt to take down a Black superstar, it’s important to note that the district attorney ...		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462115822_864238789144930_8746176852452110321_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4B0wsBTQef0Q7kNvgHX-ZPY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ATmkjgej8ip4Sy12SuaJD0-&oh=00_AYCeWKaKYGLmWaabMb2D7G9U6gxgCIFeeLgq6dNTeiJU0A&oe=67091264	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Aguike	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,106,213	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-06 20:10	active	1586		Hi, I’m Kelly, a 43-year-old mom to a teen boy, a cat mom, and someone who’s on a fitness journey. 🏋️‍♀️💪 I love home decor, shopping, and planning my wedding (on a budget, of course!). 💍✨ I’m here to share real, relatable moments about life—fitness, family, cleaning, home life, and keeping it all together. If you’re a middle-aged woman who’s just trying to balance it all, this space is for you. Let’s inspire each other! Welcome to my world, where ‘fantastically average’ is the goal. 💕 #MiddleAgedAndProud #FitnessJourney #HomeLife #MomLife #RealLife	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/fantasticallyaverage	fantasticallyaverage	https://www.instagram.com/_u/fantasticallyaverage	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/fantasticallyaverage	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/461747003_549576070852602_1263301612588774511_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=B1JYnZfoBO0Q7kNvgEbdwYG&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDNMeUbaor1VRiWL0c3mufFjN-082yAG3FeNjuROya3tQ&oe=6708EA96	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	fantasticallyaverage	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,106,663	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2106660}'	No	2024-10-06 20:12	active	1586		Chapter 1 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, not caring about my nakedness or lack of underwear. 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 lips formed a disgusting smirk, and he added, "Although... I must say. You were a good fuck." 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 stupid 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 closet to find a proper outfit for work. After looking for a few minutes, I finally decided to wear a knee-length red sleeveless dress that hugged my upper body tightly then flared out over my hips in a flowing skirt. I chose a matching set of underwear 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 stupid 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 closed 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 sucking 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 his lap 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 lips and headed to the door. I walked her out with my eyes. After seeing the door close, 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 beer 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 lip 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 closed 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 button. "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 beers. 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. Damn 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 beer. 'Great, thanks for waiting.' I thought to myself. He greeted me as usual with a bear hug and a long kiss on my cheek, 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 the fuck 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. "Shit!" 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." Chapter 2 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 fucking Gooooood!" I shouted in realization. Clapping my hands, smiling like an idiot, 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 butt down here, baby girl." he ordered, shaking his head, "NOW!" he added. Putting his hands on his hips, he furrowed his eyebrows and pouted his lips, 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 close 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 beer. 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? "Can I meet him?" "That's why I'm here. I wanted to ask can I bring Ben here tomorrow for dinner?" His eyes pleaded for me to say yes. I smiled and nodded my head, "Yes, of course." We spent the evening talking about Ben, well I was just listening, mesmerized by his story. His strange behavior had everything to do with Ben. He is a Beta from a pack in South Carolina and came here to finalize their new project. He told me about the dates they've been on and how complete and safe he makes him feel. He is undeniably in love. I am happy for him. At least he has his happy ending. After talking, laughing, and planning tomorrow's dinner, we called it quits and ended the night. Peter stayed and occupied 'his' bedroom at my place. Lying in bed, I was exhausted but content, not thinking that, in the end, he will leave me. South Carolina is on the other end of the country. Sighing, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. … "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Something heavy hit me. Trying to steal a few more minutes, I didn't move. "Come on baby girl. It's time for coffee." "Go away, I don't know you," I reached for the sheets in an attempt to hide, but he predicted my moves, tossed them away and grabbed my ankle. "If you don't want me to treat you the same way, you better move your ass and march to the bathroom. Coffee and breakfast are waiting," he ordered. Defeated, I did as I was told. After finding my outfit and putting on my makeup, I went to the kitchen when the smell of coffee and bacon hit me. My stomach growled in anticipation. Eating and talking about today's tasks at work, I couldn't help but ask, "Why didn't you tell me you resigned? You went straight to Ryan. Why?" Putting our empty dishes into the sink, he sighed. "I'm sorry I did it behind your back, but I wasn't ready to tell you. Mr. Williams never asks for reasons, and I knew he would accept it without demanding answers," he explained. "Besides, it was inevitable, knowing Ben lives in a pack and I don't," he added, taking my empty plate. "You're right. I would interrogate you in a flash," I said, smiling at him. I put my coffee mug in the sink, then turned around and hugged him. "I'm so happy for you, really happy." He patted my head and kissed my temple. A few moments later, we broke our hug and headed to work. The day went quite fast, a few members of Peter's team complained about his decision, saying he was the best and they won't work with anybody else. Some congratulated his bravery and wished him good luck. I was still a little sad about his leaving, but I knew I could deal with it in time. Coming back home early to prepare dinner, I quickly took a shower and changed my clothes to yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. Putting my wet hair in a messy bun, I started to cook. Forty minutes later, everything was almost ready. I put the salad at the table with sweet potatoes and white wine. The chicken will be ready in 5 minutes. I quickly went to the bedroom and changed into a simple summer light blue dress and sandals. Nothing fancy, but classy. Just when I was taking the chicken from the oven, the doorbell rang. This was it, the moment I was waiting for. Opening the door, I was met with a grinning Peter wearing dark blue jeans and a cream-colored sweater, and when I turned my head right, I was met with a huge wall of muscles in tight black jeans and a black button-down shirt smiling friendly at me. He had dark blonde hair pulled into a manly bun and brown eyes. I wasn't shocked or intimidated. I have seen such a big man before. He looked similar to my brother or his Beta minus the tattoos. Through his collar, I had a little peek of ink on his neck. Big Bad Beta, I thought. Smiling back, I gestured for them to come inside and closed the door. "Come in, make yourself comfortable, perfect time for dinner." I led them to the dining table. "Mandy, I would like to introduce to you my mate, Benjamin Owens," he said, facing me. "Ben, this is Amanda Anderson, my best friend," he added. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ben. Can I call you Ben?" I said, extending my hand for a handshake. "Yes, you can, and the pleasure's all mine," he replied in a low voice, taking my hand in his, and to my surprise, he kissed the back of my hand and sent me a wink, making me giggle. "Such a flirt you have here, Peter." I addressed him and looked back at smiling Ben. "Congratulations on finding your mate. You couldn't get better than Peter," I said, with a smile. "Thank you, and you're right," he answered, sending a playful wink to Peter, making him blush. I chuckled at that. When we sat down at the table, Peter immediately started to put food on Ben's plate, complimenting my cooking skills. We ate in a comfortable atmosphere and made small talk about their story. Ben also told me a little bit about his pack, friends, and family. Sudden and strange pain hit my heart hearing that his best friend, an Alpha, is a widower. It broke my heart knowing she died giving birth to their only son. At least he is not alone like some people. After dinner, the guys sat on the couch, bringing their wine glasses with them. I quickly cleaned the table and put the plates in the dishwasher. Grabbing two more bottles of wine, I joined them. … "...And then he said you will probably kill him for not telling you earlier about me and that I have to protect him from your wrath." Ben continued talking about Peter's concerns, laughing at the same time. Peter was sending Ben daggers with his eyes, making me laugh. We had recently finished our fourth bottle of wine. While it made me a little flushed, they stayed unaffected, damn those werewolf genes. "Must admit he looked so cute at the time," he said, putting his right arm at Peter's shoulders and pulling him closer to his body, kissing his forehead. That gesture made me awe them. "Well, I must admit that at some point I was hurt he didn't tell me, but I wasn't angry - a little disappointed, yes, angry, no." I answered honestly and took another sip of wine. Peter released a relieved breath and smiled satisfied, then apologized sincerely. We talked until midnight, laughing, and getting to know each other. Ben was a really good guy, they fit together. Peter is lucky. After we said our goodbyes and made plans for another day, I took a quick shower, put on my purple shorts and white top, and went to bed. Before the darkness consumed me, I thought about the Alpha and his son, and the same pain hit my heart again. Putting a hand on my chest, I closed my eyes and dozed off. ... The next few days were filled with many activities such as trips to bars, watching movies, or having fun playing paintball, they even let me win once. They persuaded me to sing one night at the karaoke bar, which was embarrassing. Although they tried to convince me I was great. Yeah, I know better, no more singing. That night we ended up in a fight. Some guy decided to hit on Peter, which made Ben go full Beta on him, and we had to apologize and pay his medical bills. Thankfully he didn't press charges against us. After that, we simply hung around my place or ate at restaurants avoiding pubs. Although we had fun and spent a pleasant time together. I knew my time with Peter was coming to an end. In three days, Ben had to go back to his pack and be in charge during his Alpha’s absence due to an alpha training he'll take part in. I wanted to fill my days with Peter's presence as much as I could, knowing that our time is limited. We were shopping at the mall. Our 'Drama Queen' needed to purchase new clothes for his new place to make a good impression. That's my Peter. Worse than any girl. "Can you please hurry up, I'm hungry?" Ben whined after another hour of shopping. "You can't rush perfection besides don't you want me to look good? " Peter answered, looking at the full-length mirror in the changing room checking his next outfit. Sighing, Ben plopped onto the couch I was already sitting on and put his head on my shoulder. "Goddess, where does he want to fit it all at my place, I'll need to expand my closet," he said, gesturing for at least ten bags of clothes Peter already bought. "I love him, but I'll go bankrupt in less than a year if he doesn't stop." he sighed, letting his head fall back onto the couch's backrest and closed his eyes. "This is my fault," I said, apologetically while rubbing his shoulder in comfort. "I had him for six years, he is my best friend, and I treated him like family. Most of the time, it was just us, so I might have spoiled him a little." I made my best puppy dog eyes hoping for forgiveness. He only turned his head left, opened one eye, and looked at me accusingly. "A little?" "Is 300 dollars for a pair of sneakers a little?" he narrowed his eyes, "What more did you do to him? I need to prepare myself," he added. "Well...." I began, just as his phone started to ring. "Oh Goddess, please don't say it, I don't want to know." Standing up from the couch, he took out his phone from a pocket and excused himself to take the call. "Call me when he's done," he said over his shoulder, heading to the exit. "Ok, I'm done, I have everything I need. Where's Ben?" Peter appeared in front of me with at least ten different clothes in his hands, his eyes searching for his mate. "Great, so let's pay," I said, taking out my wallet while walking to the counter. "Ben had a phone call, so he went outside to answer it." The shop assistant smiled at us when we argued about me not paying, but I won. Peter took his bags, and we left the shop in an attempt to find Ben. We spotted him in Domino's sitting at a table, probably waiting for the food he ordered, still with a phone attached to his ear. He looked funny. Dressed in all black. Showing his muscular body covered in tattoos and a cold face emitting his domineering aura. He was surrounded by giggling teenage girls trying to be noticed and boys feeling intimidated by his cold demeanor. If you didn't know better, you might think he's some mafia leader. We made our appearance just in time to hear him ending the call. "Yes Boss, I'll be there as soon as possible." "Problems, babe?" Peter asked, concerned when he sat next to Ben and gave him a peck on his lips. Ben growled in pleasure and put a hand at Peter's neck while he was retreating and brought him back, just to smash his lips with Peter's. That made Peter let out a little moan, and the giggling girls whined in dissatisfaction. The boys instead whispered a little 'yes' and made a winning gesture with their hands. Not waiting for live porn in public, I cleared my throat. "Em, guys, you have an audience, and as I'm happy to see you in love, I'm sure this strange couple in the left corner is about to call the manager, so I suggest you wait until you get home," I advised taking the empty chair across Ben and sat down. "I don't mind, he's mine, and I can kiss him whenever and wherever I want," Peter announced a little loud for the whole restaurant to hear and smiled at Ben. Ben only smirked at him mischievously and responded. "Wherever, you say? I have plans for later, so I hope you don't mind being caught." he winked at him, and Peter gulped. "So, what's the problem Ben, we heard you before you ended the call," I asked worriedly. "Well, first. I hope you don't mind me ordering for all of us. Pepperoni pizza and extra cheese and mushrooms for you, Mandy," he said while putting his arm around Peter's shoulders. We both nodded, waiting for him to continue. "My Al...." he looked around checking if there was anyone listening. "My boss wants me to come back sooner. There are some issues with our rivals (probably describing rogues), and I need to take care of the matter. Because he already left for his trip," he said apologetically, looking at me, because he knew that my time with Peter was precious. "When?" Peter asked the dreaded question I couldn't form because of the dryness in my throat. We both looked, expecting Ben to answer. "Tomorrow" was his simple answer. Tomorrow. I have only this night with my best friend, and then he'll be gone. I know that South Carolina is not the end of the world. But not having him here with me will be different, difficult. I'll need some time to adjust to my new life without him. Can I manage? If someone asked me if I can manage to take another department and lead an extra 500 new people, I would say yes in an instant - piece of cake. This is something I can do on a daily basis, but we're talking about private life. Letting someone important to you leave you to live on the other side of the country, that's different. But I think I'll have to figure out a way to survive that. I still have Ryan, although he rarely has time for me, preferring to relieve stress in his favorite way. Man whore. So, it leaves me with my brother and his mate. Shit! Still not a good idea, he's not around either, living far away in South Dakota. "Mandy? "Peter's concerned voice brought me back from my daze. "Sorry I zoned out a little." I giggled. "You were saying?" "I asked, do you want to help me pack my things tonight? The flight is at 9.00 am, and I need help with all the new stuff I bought. Are you ok?" He took my hand and gave a reassuring squeeze. I smiled at him in response just as our order was delivered. My appetite was long gone after the bomb Ben threw at me, but I couldn't show how devastated I felt so I said a quick, “I'm ok.", took a slice of my pizza, and started to eat. There was an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes before Ben excused himself and went to the restroom. "I'm sorry Mandy. It was not my intention to make you feel sad," Peter said looking straight into my eyes, pleading for forgiveness. I stopped eating. "I'm not sad honey, he's your mate, and understandably you want to be together, either here or at his place. It's just..." I took a deep breath and continued." I never thought it would be so far away, I'll miss you." Tears fell from my eyes when I said the last words, causing Peter to grab me and put me on his lap to hug me tightly. I put my head on his chest and let myself cry harder. It must be some show to people around us seeing me falling apart in a guy's lap after his boyfriend left. "I'll miss you too, baby girl, but we always have phone calls or FaceTime, or you can come to visit me on weekends, thank Goddess, you are rich, so you can afford the tickets." he joked, kissing my head repeatedly, making me laugh. "At least I won't spend it on your new unnecessary shoes." I giggled, looking at his face, God he's gorgeous. I want a Peter for me too. He's perfect. He pushed me away from him a little and held my arms, raised one eyebrow and gave me the 'are you fucking serious' face. "Unnecessary shoes?" he asked accusingly. I just sniffed and nodded. "You are all wrong, woman. Without those 'unnecessary shoes', I wouldn't have found my mate, because I was bending over to lace my 'unnecessary shoes' just in front of the VIP room at that club. If I didn't, I would have just passed by and never met him. So I should thank you for buying them for me. It's all thanks to you that I'm complete now." he assured me, and with a final sniff, I put my hands around his neck and hugged him tightly. His hands went around my waist, and he put his head in my hair, giving me another kiss. "Please, just don't forget me." I pleaded into his neck. "Never." was his simple reply, and he tightened his grip around my waist. After a few moments of us hugging each other, I took my previous seat and continued eating. Ben came back shortly after our moment, and the talk went smoothly again. Later in the parking lot, I was searching for my keys, when a voice from behind made me turn. "You didn't answer my question!" Peter shouted from about six parking places away. "What question?" I shouted back. "Will you help me pack this evening?" his voice was pleading. Smiling at him, I answered. "I'd be honored, see you later!" I waved and climbed into the car, starting the ignition. Checking my view, I stepped on the gas and drove my way home. .... "Deacon?" I sniffed after hearing the other side pick up the call. "Are you alright, Mandy girl? Are you hurt? Why are you crying?" my brother's concerned voice invaded my ear. I sniffed a few more times before I could make a coherent sentence. "He's leaving me, D. He's leaving me all alone here." my voice broke down at the end and I let my tears flow freely. I promised myself to be strong, to take it like a champ, but I couldn't. When I entered 'his' bedroom at my house, all the memories came, and I collapsed on the white, fluffy carpet and cried my heart out. Maybe if I cry now, I won't later. Bullshit. I'll cry myself to sleep at least for a month before Ryan will intervene and give me his famous speech about life being hard. "He's leaving D. He found his mate, and now he's going to live with him and will forget about me like everyone does." I said, climbing into his bed and smelling the pillow that still has his scent of citrus and something earthy. "Who's leaving?" Deacon asked, concerned. "Peter." "Oh, Mandy, I'm so sorry to hear that, but it's a good thing. He's a werewolf, and finding a mate is the most exciting thing for us. You know that." He tried to reason with me. "I know, but still, it hurts," I whined. "Mandy, you should support him, not make it harder for him, you knew this would come eventually. When he finds out you cried about it, he will feel guilty for finding his mate and might do something stupid." Deacon lectured me, "and you don't want that, right? You don't want him to reject his chance to be happy just because he's moving a little away from you." he deadpanned. He was right. I can't take this opportunity from him just because I feel insecure. Remembering my happy time with my mate, I forgot who I was talking with and spilled the beans unintentionally. "If finding a mate is so important to werewolves, why did mine reject me?!" I shouted to the phone without thinking. There was dead silence at the other end, and when I registered what I had just said, I clapped my hand over my mouth with a hard slap, but it was too late. "What did you say?!" my brother growled into the phone so loud I had to pull away the phone to not make me go deaf. He was seething with anger. Oh, my stupid ass, why did you say that? "Nothing, I didn't say anything. I'm just an emotional mess right now, and I say whatever my tongue wants." I said, jokingly, hoping he would buy it. But of course, he didn't, he's my brother after all, not by blood but still. "Mandy, did you just say you found your mate?" he asked coldly. Sighing, I answered, defeated. "Yes." I think it's about time to share my little secret with him. It's been so long, keeping it to myself, that saying it out loud made me feel a little relieved. "When?" "Five years ago," I answered and immediately put him on speaker, placing the phone on the bed. I knew he would shout and probably cause some damage. I wasn't disappointed. I heard a ferocious growl and a sound of wood breaking. Probably his office desk, God why me? After a few moments of hearing cracking noises and heavy breathing, he finally asked, "Who?" His voice was so deep I instantly knew his wolf emerged. And that's not a good thing. Almost, immediately I heard Linda's concerned voice asking what happened. After a second, I heard her voice through the speaker, confused. "Mandy, is that you? What happened?" her voice was between plea and demand. Deacon was still breathing hard. "I told him my secret," I whispered. "What secret? What are you talking about, Mandy?" she asked, intrigued and a little confused. I took a deep breath and explained. "I found my mate five years ago but got rejected." I sighed at the end, waiting for the drama to start. As expected, the questions were thrown at me. "What?!" "Who?" "I'll kill him." "Calm down Deacon, she won't say anything unless you calm down," Linda said soothingly. "Why didn't you say anything, Mandy? Goddess - five years! If I knew, I would have..." Deacon asked, finally sounding calm. Probably Linda had something to do with that. "I know, you would have killed him. That is why I didn't say anything." I explained. "But why? We're family. Does Peter know?" Linda asked. "No, he doesn't. You're the first. And I guess I was embarrassed. I know everything about mates, from how to recognize them to how they complete each other and all that stuff," I stated, "but I didn't do my job properly, he was disappointed in me being human, that's why he rejected me, even after...." I stopped. "Even after what?" Deacon's angry voice hit my ear. "After we mated," I whispered. The growls and breaking sounds started again. Deacon was furious. Well, what did you expect from an Alpha? "Mandy, can we call you back in a while, please?" Linda asked pleadingly to say yes. "Yes, of course, I'm sorry Linda. I didn't mean to cause trouble." I apologized, grabbing my phone to end the call. "Don't, we're family. We're here to help. Now let me calm down this Alpha male, and then we'll talk, ok?" she suggested. "Ok, bye." I ended the call and collapsed on the bed exhausted and fell asleep instantly. … I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing somewhere in the bedsheets, searching with my hand and closed eyes. I finally found the culprit and answered the call. "Mandy, I'm sorry for my outburst, but I was shocked." my brother's apologetic voice filled my ear. "That's understandable, D. It's not every day you find about your little sister's rejection. I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner," I said with my eyes still closed. "Still, I'm sorry, but I'm your older brother, it's my duty to protect you, so why?" he asked. "As I said, I was embarrassed. As a mate, I was supposed to be everything he needs, and seeing you and Linda or Nick and Anna despite all the differences, you're still together. I thought it was me. That I'm not worthy to have a mate, that's why I was silent. I know you love me D, but you can't fight all my demons. I need to do it myself, starting with my ex-mate" I explained. Hoping, he'll understand. "Who?" I knew he would ask that. "D, I love you, but this I won't tell. I don't want you to do something reckless. I'm fine now. Please understand." I reasoned with him. "Ok, but promise one day you'll tell me?" "I promise," I vowed, looking out the window. It's almost sunset. In an hour, I should be helping Peter packing. "I have an idea. Maybe it's stupid but hear me out sis." I focused on his words. "Why don't you take a vacation. It's almost summer, and what's better than changing the environment to let yourself heal. Come home or go to Europe, just let yourself relax, what do you think?" he asked hopefully. Thinking about his proposal, I didn't see anything wrong with that. It's a good idea. "You might be right. I'll think about it." I answered in excitement. "Thank you, D. You're the best big bro a girl could have. It's a great idea. I'll call you later, I need to head to Peter's now." I said, and we said our goodbyes. Taking a quick shower, I thought about our conversation. It was a good opportunity to deal with my emotions, and slowly adjust to my new situation. Without Peter close.	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