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1,366,186	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366320}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	331228313308111	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna."<br /> "I accept your rejection." The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> "I'm sorry, my baby…" I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> "Why didn't you tell me?" His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> "Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!"<br /> "I'll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you'll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!"<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I'm looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I've been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien's chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien's fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he's been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don't have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> "Pull yourself together Marissa." I tell myself I won't let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won't do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven't had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn't happening, it can't happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn't want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan's office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather's and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn't replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> "Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body." I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> "You're pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby." I am stunned to speak. But I still can't help myself weeping when staring at the foetus' picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> "Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?" my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> "You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby's father too." he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> "I'm sorry. I can't divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do." I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> "I'm sorry baby. I won't subject us to whatever that's gonna take you away. Momma's got you." I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien's diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I've made after it's prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien's favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It's Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> "You're pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!" She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> "Did you snoop through my bag? !" I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won't spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she'll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> "I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn't want you to lose your tongue now, would we?" I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it's none of my business.<br /> "I can't wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!" She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don't, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn't come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it's a comfort that he hasn't marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can't wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> "Hello Alpha, will you come back today? " I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> "Damien, my love, save me." my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It's Jessica, she has returned.<br /> "Jessica, I'm here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you." I don't say anything and I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> "Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?" I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> "Oh, yes. When will you be home?" I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> "I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded." I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn't. He must think I'm a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> "Going somewhere?"<br /> "I said, where are you going?" He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> "I don't see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I'm nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back." I spit my venom at him. It's stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> "Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?" He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> "Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I'm sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I'm leaving. Give my regards to your beloved." I scoff as I walk towards the door when I'm aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> "You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It's your call." My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don't submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> "The hard way it is then, Don't blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa." I can't believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> "Let go of me." My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I'm only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> "Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…" Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> "Can it wait?" he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> "I'm afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir." She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> "What law?" He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> "The law that she isn't to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished." I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don't look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I'm gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> "Is this true?" He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it's true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It's quite amusing to see.<br /> "What do you think?" I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn't realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can't without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> "You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You're nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve." Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> "How dare you betray me? I'll get even with you when we come back from the hospital." Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I'm dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> "Are you ok Luna?" Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don't look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn't care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can't let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I'm soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> "Luna? Are you ok?" again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> "What's wrong with you Marissa?" He snarls out as I don't turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> "I'm exhausted. I need to rest." Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> "Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself." Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn't show at all.<br /> I don't respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it's futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I'm all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn't let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> "I'm sorry, baby." Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I'm a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can't even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I'm snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I'm dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> "Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don't have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I'm afraid it would be too late." Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> "Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica." He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> "Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition." My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> "You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this." I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.	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It is remarkably safe and amazing."<br /> <br /> - Graham Reedy, M.D., former NFL team physician for the Oakland Raiders, said his players benefited greatly from the regular use of it for pain relief.<br /> <br /> - Daryl Lamonica, former NFL quarterback for the Oakland Raiders, wrote to the Commission on Aging at the U.S. House Of Representatives recommending the NFL approve it for pain relief use.<br /> <br /> - Dr. Frank Jobe, M.D., orthopedist for the Los Angeles Dodgers, said, "It's quite spectacular on injuries like sprains, contusions, bursitis, and tendinitis. It could revolutionize pain medicine."<br /> <br /> - Oscar-Winning Actor James Coburn said, "There was so much pain that… every time I stood up, I would break into a sweat… I started to turn to stone…." But 30 seconds after using it, he was pain–free with no side effects or long–term risks.<br /> <br /> - Robert Culp, TV Star from I Spy and movies, used it to finally get arthritis relief. "I couldn't run, and then it got to the point where I couldn't even walk across the street. At that point, I was ready to try anything that would let me move and work again." After using this natural pain-relief, he said, "For the first time in seven or eight years, I am truly pain–free and mobile… I'm happy to be able to walk across a stage again — and to the supermarket."<br /> <br /> ---<br /> Imagine A Life Freedom From Pain of Pain.<br /> <br /> At N-Labs, we've created a formula with this ingredient to create a safe and effective pain-relieving solution.<br /> <br /> It's called ArcticBlast™ — #1 PainRemover solution that provides relief in seconds and prevents the pain from coming back.<br /> <br /> As a liquid in "dropper" form, just apply a drop or two directly onto the affected area, and the pain subsides almost immediately.<br /> <br /> Four reasons why ArcticBlast™ is much more effective than all other pain treatments:<br /> <br /> 1️⃣ Provide instant relief by penetrating through skin, tissue, and joints and transporting all its nutrients, vitamins, and pain-relieving ingredients to the affected area. <br /> <br /> Within seconds, it signals the body to "switch off" the provide cooling relief.<br /> <br /> 2️⃣ Prevent further damage to the affected area by addressing free radicals, soothing inflammation, and flushing off harmful toxins and substances hindering the healing process.<br /> <br /> At the same time, it provides healing benefits to jumpstart healing and recovery.<br /> <br /> 3️⃣ Promote healing & recovery by soothing inflammation, killing free radicals, promoting blood circulation, increasing oxygen & nutrients delivery, healing cellular, joint & tissue damage, and promoting nerve & tissue regeneration.<br /> <br /> Many customers reported that the pain has stopped coming back for good, allowing them to enjoy their lives to the fullest, pain-free.<br /> <br /> 4️⃣ Protect against future pain. 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1,366,202	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366889}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	347093001253815	Real Reviews: ArcticBlast™ Works!	𝐒𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭™? 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝...<br /> <br /> Find out more about ArcticBlast™ here → <a href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=https%3A%2F%2Fn-labs.com%2Fpages%2Farctic-blast-two-drops-54seconds&h=AT1r_XETyGTk_ou-NuWhfj601onUz4LuEhA_NO1PkDexzG1e-GLfTP8yLQ19FAJ9yLpgRSL9cVGKoJIplwPDCXZ9MqTX0P-h3mEr2RW_xlURnpBZCcPWuYlc_XRZRCNebIVisandLm40GDW-pV_yLA" rel="nofollow noreferrer" target="_blank" data-lynx-mode="asynclazy">https://n-labs.com/pages/arctic-blast-two-drops-54seconds</a><br /> <br /> 🎤 What People Are Saying<br /> <br /> 🎬 Oscar-Winning Actor James Coburn: "There was so much pain that I started to turn to stone. 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1,366,228	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366244}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	387040450967556	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them.<br /> Just had a sexual fantasy with my boss. I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> ————————<br /> Emma<br /> If anyone has a reason to cry, it’s me. My boss is an arrogant prick and my sister is dead and her husband is more of a burden than a help and I have three innocent kids I’m doing my best to raise right but I can’t seem to catch a break and I need sleep and food and more coffee and a vacation and a fresh start and—the list just goes on. One reason for each of my thousand tears.<br /> “Auntie Em! Auntie Em, wake up.”<br /> I come to with a start. The sun is slanting in through the blinds and I have absolutely no freaking idea what planet I’m on. I feel a sharp line of pain on my cheek. It takes me a long moment to realize that it’s because I have a shoelace plastered to my skin. I peel it off with a wince and look up to see Josh standing over me.<br /> “Auntie Em, it’s 7:45. We’re late for school.”<br /> The next fifteen minutes are a blur. I get the girls up and dressed in the least coordinated outfits in the history of terrible parenting. I hurl random food into their lunchboxes with no regard for nutritional value. And then we’re all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn’t so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids’ school when I drop them off well into first period. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don’t quite realize why until I’m in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute shitshow. My hair is a rat’s nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It’s way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan’s eyebrow. It’s probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. Something like:<br /> “You have got to be kidding me.”<br /> Wait. That wasn’t my imagination. That was actually his voice.<br /> I open my eyes and turn around to realize that the elevator doors have opened—and who should be standing there but my beloved, benevolent boss?<br /> Sure enough, his eyebrow is locked and loaded and that cruelly sharp jaw of his clenched so tight that I wonder idly if he has a good dentist on speed dial.<br /> I open my mouth to defend myself, but what is there even to say? “I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I fell asleep after—It was a long night and—I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”<br /> He doesn’t so much as blink. “I expect you to dress appropriately for your job, Ms. Carson,” he growls. “Not do the walk of shame through my building.”<br /> I frown. “The walk of—? Hold on. No, that’s not what this is. I didn’t—”<br /> “You’re wearing yesterday’s skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—” He checks his watch. “—two and a half hours late. I’m not sure if you think I’m stupid or easy. I’m also not sure which of those two would offend me more.”<br /> One word snags my attention. “Seduce?” I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> “Ms. Carson, I’m not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you.”<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I’m able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He’s as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he’s so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday’s nightmare, I’m running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he’s scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I’m counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I’m a Times Square partier on New Year’s Eve.<br /> “Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil’s name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> “Shut the door,” he orders. It’s dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He’s a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> “Sit.” A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I’m so, so tired. But I can’t show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won’t give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he’s outlasted me.<br /> “I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention,” he begins. “I’m not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you’re gone. Am I making myself clear?”<br /> I swallow. “Yes, sir.”<br /> He nods. “Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me… there’s the door.”<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn’t know what I’m going through. He doesn’t know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn’t know that I buried my sister or that I’m barely keeping my head above water. He doesn’t know anything.<br /> “No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, screw you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I’m real! So I’d appreciate it very much if you’d pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once.”<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> “Is there something else, Ms. Carson?”<br /> That’s when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn’t real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. “No, sir,” I say quietly. “Nothing at all.”<br /> -<br /> I ended the call with my best friend, Phoebe.<br /> Then a face pops up on the black screen of my mind’s eye.<br /> It’s Ruslan because, like I told Pheebs, he haunts me even when I’m off the clock. He’s smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-to-you smile. The camera of my imagination pulls back and floats down.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is wearing an ivory white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Enough to see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can’t quite make out. He flexes his forearms in front of him. Those knuckles crack, louder than I expected, and I let out a surprised little gasp.<br /> I like when you make that noise, he croons. Shall I see if I can make you do it again?<br /> I’m nodding before I’m even realizing what I’m doing. “Make me moan,” I plead.<br /> I’m also touching the inside of my knee before I realize what I’m doing. But it’s not my hands that are doing it—or at least, it doesn’t feel like it’s my hands. It’s Ruslan’s hands, huge and powerful, palming my thigh and drifting up under the edge of my pencil skirt.<br /> You’ve been a naughty assistant, he growls, breath minty in my face where it mingles with the woodsy spice of his cologne. There’s a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he’s just going with it because it’s hotter than it is ridiculous. You’ve been so very, very bad. Step into my office and shut the door.<br /> The rest of the world disappears like I just followed his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingering smell of burrito cheese. Ruslan is all I smell now.<br /> That cologne.<br /> That breath.<br /> Beneath it, that musk that sets my nerve endings on fire.<br /> “Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?” I whisper.<br /> I’m on the literal edge of my seat, grinding and bucking against my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm of his hand. I’d do anything for him. Say anything. Be anything.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is every bit the cruel prick that real Ruslan is. He said he’d keep my orgasms to himself, but I feel like I stole this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an hour later, I come back to something like normal consciousness with drool on my lips and my fingers wet and sticky with my own desire.<br /> I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> The reality of what is happening clicks in my gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed moments before my head comes to terms with it.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been on a call with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my phone has been recording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made while I begged for his mercy and pleaded for him to make me come.<br /> Did Ruslan hear the whole thing?<br /> -<br /> “It’s over. My life as I know it is over. R.I.P. to me.”<br /> “I’m sorry, who is this?”<br /> “Pheebs!”<br /> She chuckles while I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try not to throw up. My phone is lying on the bathroom counter on speakerphone, mostly because my palms have been sweating since I saw the meeting invite in my calendar for today.<br /> 9:00 A.M. – 09:07:32 A.M.: Emma Carson 1-on-1 with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Anyway, rewind, take a deep breath, then tell me what’s going on in your big girl voice. Unburden yourself. Take all the time you need. Just make it quick because I have a 9 o’clock appointment.”<br /> I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet now, the same way that Reagan does when she needs to pee really bad. “Yeah, so do I. With him.”<br /> “Ah. Oh, wait—oh.”<br /> I first called Phoebe last night right after realizing what I’d done. Her reaction was a dizzying mixture of pride and horror. I believe her exact words were, “Sure, it’s mortifying, but I’m glad you got your rocks off. Knew you had it in you.”<br /> She’s a little more reassuring now that things are escalating out of control. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he heard the voicemail, Em. Maybe this is just a standard, no-big-deal, super-boring-business-stuff Thursday morning meeting.”<br /> “It’s scheduled for seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Precisely.”<br /> “Hm.” There’s a beat of silence. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”<br /> “Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for me? I’m gonna lose my job, Phoebe!”<br /> “You don’t know that for sure. Just take a deep breath and go in there, see what he wants. Play it cool, y’know?”<br /> “And what if what he wants is to kick my arse to the curb with a recommendation letter that claims I’m a dirty bimbo?”<br /> “I mean, there’s probably a market for that.” I moan as Phoebe’s laughter fades into a serious tone. “Listen, boo: whatever happens, you’re a strong, smart, confident woman and you’re gonna land on your feet. And until you do, I’ve got your back.”<br /> Her words mean everything to me, but I know that Phoebe doesn’t have much margin for error in her life, either. She struggles just as hard as I do. If she is able to help, it still wouldn’t put a dent in all the bills and loans looming over me.<br /> “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ve gotta go to my doom now.”<br /> “Keep your pecker up!”<br /> I blink. “Huh?”<br /> “Oklahoma talk. It means, like, ‘break a leg,’ but for Midwesterners.”<br /> If I weren’t worried about losing my job and ending up homeless on the street with three kids, I’d laugh. Instead, I say one more miserable goodbye, then spend a solid three minutes dry-heaving into one of the empty bathroom stalls.<br /> Once I’ve sufficiently bruised my stomach lining, I slink out of the bathroom and waste the remaining two minutes before the meeting standing outside of Ruslan’s door, watching the clock steal my life away one second at a time.<br /> “You okay, Emma?” asks Katie Miller, another of the executive assistants on this floor, as she passes by.<br /> “Dandy,” I mumble. “Just waiting for the noose.”<br /> “What was that?”<br /> “Nothing. I like your earrings. Have a good day.”<br /> She raises her brow a smidge. I’m not usually so dismissive, but I can’t concentrate on small talk right now. Not when I’m T-minus thirty seconds away from the end of my career.<br /> Dear God, I know I don’t pray to you often. Or, well, ever. But please help me out today and I’ll definitely consider starting on a more semi-regular basis.<br /> Great. Now, I’m bargaining with God. New low, Emma. New low.<br /> I take a deep breath and walk into his office. The shades are tight, snuffing out all the light of the Manhattan morning beyond. It’s like a bear cave in here—and the grizzly in question is sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me until I’m standing in front of his desk.<br /> “Sit.”<br /> The moment my rear end is parked, he puts his phone down and looks at me. Just looks at me.<br /> In the eighteen months that I’ve worked for him, he’s never once given me the benefit of his full attention. Even during our morning meetings, he’s either on his phone, flipping through files, or typing away on his laptop. I used to be annoyed about it. I’m only now realizing I should have been grateful.<br /> Should I say something?<br /> Maybe he wants me to break the silence. Maybe I’m supposed to give him an explanation, an apology, something. But the more the silence stretches on, the less I’m capable of breaking it.<br /> I decide once again that those amber eyes of his should be outlawed.<br /> “I heard the voicemail,” he says at last.<br /> I can’t place his tone. Amusement? Anger? Disbelief?<br /> “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Carson?”<br /> I launch into the apology I spent most of last night practicing in the mirror. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Oryolov. I have no idea what I was thinking. The whole thing was an accident; I didn’t realize I’d dialed you. I was so tired and out of it and… I can assure you that it will never happen again. I swear.”<br /> My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but I try to keep my voice steady. I can’t sound too desperate, although that’s exactly what I am.<br /> “Tell me, Ms. Carson: what would you do in my place?”<br /> “I would give the plucky, hard-working assistant another chance, maybe?” It’s a long shot, but I figure, what the heck? I just wish I’d asked it without my voice rising to an Alvin and the Chipmunks pipsqueak at the end.<br /> His mouth twitches with the promise of a smile, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “I know what you sound like when you climax, Emma. Is that the soundtrack you want running through all our interactions from now on?”<br /> Flushing the brightest of reds, I shake my head. “If we could maybe just forget this whole thing—”<br /> “The way I see it, there are only two options here.”<br /> I hold my breath.<br /> “One, I fire you.”<br /> There it is. I knew it. I’m done for. I’m going to need to call the welfare office and see what—<br /> “Or two… I give you exactly what you want.”<br /> I almost choke on my own saliva. What little is left in my gaping mouth. “W-what?”<br /> Silently, Ruslan offers me the blue folder lying in front of him. I pick it up with shaky hands and open the cover. It takes me a few long moments to figure out what on earth I’m looking at.<br /> A… contract?<br /> I read through the first page, feeling a strange sensation bubble up in my chest.Then, since I’m clearly misunderstanding something, I read through the first page again. And again. And again.<br /> Only then do I look up. “Is this a joke?”<br /> He doesn’t blink. “I never joke.”<br /> “It’s just that, it seems like, from what I read, um—”<br /> “I will offer you money and security in exchange for live encores of the little performance you sent me last night. In addition to meeting my other needs.”<br /> “And by ‘needs,’ you mean…intercourse?”<br /> He tilts his chin down and regards me solemnly. “How explicit would you like me to be, Ms. Carson?”<br /> What.<br /> “So this—” I raise the blue folder in my hand. “—is a sugar daddy contract?”<br /> His brow furrows. “I’d prefer to call it a ‘Friend With Benefits’ contract.”<br /> “But we’re not friends.”<br /> He smirks. “Fair enough. No, we’re not.”<br /> There’s a throbbing in my head that reminds me of the first time I got drunk. Sienna and I had snuck into Dad’s study the eve of my sixteenth birthday and stolen a 1984 Chateau Latour. We passed it back and forth, taking turns sipping from the bottle like it was cheap bagged drink until the whole thing was gone.<br /> For a moment, I think about what Sienna would say if she were here. Would she be outraged or intrigued? Would she slap the smug prick and storm out?<br /> Or would she grin and say, Double the price and I’m in.<br /> What would you do, Si?<br /> And then it hits me, a bolt of lightning straight to the chest, almost like she’s speaking to me herself. I miss her so much, it hurts. But she left little bits of herself behind, in all three of her children. The same kids I’m working off to protect.<br /> That right there is the answer.<br /> Sienna would have done whatever was best for her children.<br /> So I don’t slap him. I don’t storm out. 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1,366,311	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1367151}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	414982857944479	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	" why are you a rouge , what Did you do " asked Grayson out of nowhere . Causing me to stop chewing and force the food down my throat . <br /> " I — I don't know " was all I said putting my fork down . <br /> " You ended up in my territory this is not a coincidence. It is impossible for me and you to be mated so you are up to something and I'm going to get to the bottom of it , and when I find out you will see who the real Grayson is " he said causing my stomach to drop.<br /> " What , why is it impossible " I asked looking back at him . He just ignored me, looking into my eyes . "I'm your mate. Why don't you trust me?"<br /> ————————<br /> I had gone without eating for longer and this was nothing , since I've been on my own since I was 8 I would go days without eating , not knowing how to hunt or get my own food . I taught myself a lot of stuff and if it weren't for my wolf guiding me as well I don't know what would have been of me . <br /> " Hello young lady , welcome to Lucy's diner what can I get started for you " said a sweet older women as soon as I walked in . <br /> " Hi there , could I get a hot chocolate please " I said with a smile as I sat down in the corner closest to the door in case anything happened and I needed to get out. <br /> I grabbed the menu that was on the table and looked over all the food options , causing my mouth to water and my stomach to start growling . <br /> " Here you go sweetie , are you ready to order " she said placing my hot chocolate in front of me as she looked at me with a sweet smile . <br /> " Yes ma'am can I just get an order of pancakes " I said with a smile knowing that's all I could afford at the moment , I was running out of money and who knew when I would have the next chance to get more . <br /> " Are you sure you don't want anything else sweetheart " said the sweet old lady . <br /> " yes ma'am that's it for me thank you " I said giving her a smile . <br /> She just smiled and left , I took a sip of my hot chocolate and almost moaned at how good it tasted , either that or because I hadn't eaten anything in two days . After 15 minutes the doorbell on top of the door rang as someone opened it , I looked up seeing 3 men walk in . I tensed up but the sweet lady had put the food in front of me , I looked down to see pancakes , eggs and sausage . <br /> " it's on the house " was all she said with a smile as she walked away . I took a bite of the pancakes with caution as I could feel the men starting at me . <br /> I could see them from the corner of my eye looking at me , I decided it was best for me too just leave now . I looked down at the delicious food with disappointment. <br /> I quickly took out $10 and left them on the table as I casually walked out of the diner , but not with out saying thank you to the sweet lady . 。<br /> I walked down the street and behind some buildings trying to get back into the forest . <br /> Next thing I knew I felt a slight pain as I felt a needle go into my neck as I felt myself falling .<br /> I gripped my head as I felt like I had been hit by a bat 100 times , I tried to get up but felt my arms get pulled back . I slowly opened my eyes and looked down to see I had chains around my wrists and it connected to the brick wall behind me . " god " . Was all I could say . <br /> How had I come this far just to get trapped all thanks to a needle, This so so disappointing. <br /> " We will be ok " said my wolf Emory . <br /> " How can you say that when we are literally trapped in a dungeon " I said back to her. <br /> I looked up as I heard doors being opened , soon i heard some foot steps coming down the hallway . Soon I saw one of the boys that was at the diner . <br /> " You're finally awake , Why are you on blue moon territory " said the man . <br /> " In what ?? I was just passing by just trying to eat " was all I said . <br /> " why don't you smell like a regular wolf , you have no scent " asked the unknown man . <br /> " I don't know what you're talking about " was all I said<br /> " Tell that to my alpha when he gets back " was all he said as he nodded and left. <br /> What is up with these people , all I did was stop by to get some pancakes which I didn't even get to finish . <br /> As soon as he left the other dude looked at me and opened the door and made sure to shut it behind him . <br /> " Are you sure you don't want to answer ? Because when my alpha gets here it will be way worse on you " said the man as he looked me up and down . <br /> That seemed to hit a nerve because soon he punched me across my face causing my head to slam against the wall behind me . Soon the world around me started disappearing once again .<br /> " What did you do " I heard someone say . <br /> " She wasn't Talking " was all the dude that hit me said. <br /> I kept listening trying not to move so they would just go away , but all I wanted to do was hold my face from all the pain I was currently feeling . <br /> " I know you're awake " said the first stranger. <br /> I just sighed and let out a breath as I felt a sharp pain on my head from the movement . I sat up and gripped my head . <br /> " Really ? " stranger 1 asked stranger 2 . <br /> " Like I said she wasn't talking " was all stranger 2 said . <br /> " What's your name " asked stranger 1 <br /> " Lucy " was all I said remembering the diner . <br /> Stranger 1 raised an eyebrow not looking amused . He looked at stranger two then back at me and then inhaled . <br /> " you have a scent now " said stranger 1 . <br /> Truth be told I knew why I didn't have a scent and why I have one now . I had a witch make special pills for me that would hide my scent. And since I haven't taken it , it's wearing off . <br /> " You—- " he started but was cut off by the door which was slammed open. I could just hear a pair of footsteps coming down the hall making me nervous for some reason . The closer the footsteps got the more anxiety I got . And from how they all stood up straighter I knew this person was important. <br /> " Alpha " was all I heard as they all bowed . <br /> " god " was all I could say as I knew I was screwed now , All that running just to die in a cage like a dog. <br /> They stopped right in front of the doors but I was too scared to look up , mom I will finally meet you again if you're even dead . I wouldn't know but if so we will meet again soon. Ok I can look up maybe he will feel bad . <br /> I looked up and everything around me stopped , I was starring into a pair of cold grey eyes . I had never seen anyone that carried so much on there shoulders . He looked at me with zero emotion I watched as he looked me up and down with disgust? Ouch. <br /> " Mate Mate Mate " Emory started yelling in my head. <br /> I wish the earth would open up right under me and swallow me whole , I spent my whole life running just to die by the person that was supposed to help me . Maybe he will help me ... by killing me . <br /> He looked at me one last time and then looked at stranger 1 from what I could tell they were mind linking and then walked away . Not once looking my way .<br /> Grayson's POV <br /> " We caught a rogue " said Colby my beta. <br /> " I'll be down later, I'm busy " was all I said closing the link. <br /> After signing some more papers I decided to head down and check on that mutt that crossed into my territory. <br /> I walked out my office and out my front door and headed down the pathway that led me to the dungeons. As I opened the door the scent hit me like a slap to my face . <br /> I Walked down the halls as the smell got stronger , I ignored my beta and the warrior and went straight to the door . I looked down at the girl in front of me , she had long brown hair and some beautiful Blue eyes . <br /> " Mate Mate Mate " said silver my wolf <br /> I looked at Colby, " My office now " was all I said as I walked down the hallway and out of the dungeon . I ran my fingers through my hair already feeling the stress . <br /> I walked into my office and waited for Colby to come up. <br /> " What happened man " was all he said as he looked at me . <br /> " She's my mate " was all I said . <br /> " Wha—- how ?? " he said as he sat down looking as confused as I was . <br /> " That's what I want to know, How is this possible " I said slamming my fist on the desk. <br /> " Do you think ... Someone sent her? " asked Colby . <br /> " why would anyone send her " I asked . <br /> " To distract you?? " he asked . <br /> " Look man I don't know , all I know is this is impossible " said Colby rubbing his face . <br /> " You need to see if you feel the sparks " said Colby . <br /> " This doesn't make sense " was all I said .<br /> Adeline's POV <br /> It had been a couple hours since anyone came down here , since HE came down here . I was starting to feel the affects of not eating those delicious pancakes . <br /> I looked up as I heard the door open and I heard footsteps coming down the hallway , and by the way my heart jumped I'm guessing it's my mate. Soon I saw him and he opened the door . I thought he was coming to get me out but boy was I wrong . <br /> He came up to me and wrapped his hand around my neck tightly , now I would have been turned on if it was for the fact I was starting to loose air . <br /> " Who sent you? " Was all he asked. <br /> " What? " was all I could ask . But I was starting to loose air and his hold on my neck was just getting tighter . And the sparks I was feeling everywhere were making me even more overwhelmed.<br /> " Who sent you , and why do you smell as if you were my mate " was all he asked again getting angrier . <br /> " I don- don't know what you're —- " was all I got to say as I felt myself passing out . <br /> " Grayson ! , you're going to kill her " I heard stranger 1 say . <br /> He looked down at me before letting go of my neck and throwing me harshly on the ground . I quickly grabbed my neck finally getting some air . I gasped for air a couple times still feeling like I had his hands around my neck . <br /> " She looks like she's being honest , look at her " stranger 1 said . They both looked down at me and watched me for a while . <br /> " There's Just no way " was all he said still looking at me . He then bent down and ran a finger down my arm causing me to shiver and sparks to run down my arm and throughout my body . <br /> " Grayson—- " he started but was cut off . <br /> " They are there Colby " was all he said. Hmmm so strangers 1 name is Colby. And my mate was Grayson , hmmm . <br /> " you know if it was a witch you wouldn't have been able to feel the sparks as much as you do , they wouldn't have been as strong as real ones . " said Colby . <br /> " I know " was all he said as he looked down at me . <br /> Soon after they left without saying a word and once again I was left with pain all over my body . <br /> After what I believe to have been 2 days Colby came down here opened the door and told me to follow him . <br /> I cautiously got up and limped his way , my body was weak from not getting any food and plus when Grayson threw me down I think he hurt something and I've been dealing with this pain for the past 2 days . <br /> I saw as he frowned his eyebrows seeing as I was limping and weak . He patiently waited for me until finally he sighed and just came and picked me up causing me to flinch away from him due to the pain I was feeling through my whole body . <br /> " What happened to you ? " he asked but I just ignored him and stayed silent . He let out a sigh and looked down at me. <br /> " Look I'm sorry for leaving you down here and for what that other dude did to you , but we had strict orders not to get you out yet . And as of that man he got taken care of . " he said . <br /> I just stayed silent not once looking at him , I did not need apologies from him , he technically hadn't done anything to me , who needed to come and apologize was Grayson . <br /> " So what's your real name " was all he asked . <br /> " Lucy " was all I said back.<br /> " come on we both know that's not your real name " he said.<br /> " Yes, it is " I said raising a brow at him. <br /> " No it isn't " he said again. <br /> " How are you going to tell me my name isn't Lucy when it 100% is " I said back . <br /> He just stared at me with a face waiting for me to tell him my real name . <br /> " Adeline " I whispered. <br /> " Adeline.. Nice , you got a last name Adeline? " he asked . <br /> " I don't know what my last name is " I said getting sad at the fact I don't know what my last name is . <br /> He just looked down at me and didn't say anything believing what I said .<br /> Soon he led me out the door and onto a path , I covered my eyes the sun being too bright for my poor eyes that hadn't seen the light in four days .<br /> After 5 minutes of walking he led me to a beautiful 2 story White House , I just admired every bit of it . I had never been inside a beautiful home like this . I've only ever stayed in the woods on the ground or once in a while I would stay in cheap motels . <br /> He walked through the front door and in front of me stood a big stair case that led up to what looked like a hallway filled with doors . <br /> He walked up the stairs and went down the hallways and made a left turn and took me to the last door I looked behind him and noticed another door right in front but all the way on the other side . <br /> " This is your room , you have clothes in the closet and everything you could need is in the bathroom " said Colby . <br /> " Thank you " was all I said as he set me down on my feet causing me to bite my lip hard as to not make a sound .<br /> After 30 minutes of untangling my hair I brushed my teeth and jumped onto the nice comfy looking bed , and fuckkkk was this comfortable. This was definitely way better then the hard forest grounds . I wrapped the blanket around me and before I knew it I was drifting off to sleep .<br /> I quickly stood up gripping my head from the pain that ran down my body as I made a fast movement. I wiped away the tears that were falling down my face . Once again I was having the same dream I had every night . <br /> My mom telling me to run and find my mate , but now it was different . Because I had found him and here I am still having the same nightmares . <br /> Except this time I could see her face less , I was forgetting her .... <br /> I pulled the blanket closer to me as I hugged it and cried into it silently, even after being alone in the dark woods I still learned to quietly cry and not make a sound . <br /> Finally deciding to get up and make me some food now that I was getting hungry , I went into the bathroom and quickly washed my face . <br /> I went down the stairs and found my way back into the kitchen and opened the fridge seeing what I could make myself to eat . <br /> I pulled out some chicken I found and looked through the pantry to see what I could make . I pulled out some pasta and some Alfredo sauce , I looked to make sure nothing was expired and then started looking for stuff to season my chicken with , cause we will not have unseasoned chicken. <br /> I started preparing everything and after almost an hour everything was almost done , I checked the oven to see if my bread was nice and cooked and it was so I pulled it out . Just as I was pulling it out I heard someone clear there throat causing me to almost burn myself and drop the bread . <br /> I looked to where the sound came from and there stood Grayson looking around uncomfortably . <br /> After a while of us just standing there I finally decided to speak . <br /> " Would you like some dinner ? I just made it " I asked him . <br /> " okay " was all he said as he grabbed a plate and started putting food in two plates as I grabbed the plate with the bread and set it down on the dining table . I went back in and got us some of the drink I had made . <br /> When I got back I noticed he put my plate down opposite of him , on the other side of the table . I just ignored the hurt I felt seeing this and just sat down . I looked down seeing he gave me way too much food and I wasn't even that hungry anymore . <br /> Ughh all my heard work for me to not even be able to enjoy It . I looked down at the food and grabbed a piece of bread and just started tearing pieces and eating it . I finally decided to take a bite of the pasta and Jesus Christ could I cook. This tasted amazing , don't ask me how I knew to make this when I've lived in the forest my whole life . <br /> " why are you a rouge , what Did you do " asked Grayson out of nowhere . Causing me to stop chewing and force the food down my throat . <br /> " What? " was all I could say . <br /> " Why are you a rouge " he asked again. <br /> " I — I don't know " was all I said putting my fork down . <br /> " How do you not know ? " he asked . <br /> " I — " I started but was interrupted by him again . <br /> " For someone to become a rouge you would have had to have done something horrible to be kicked out " was all he said starring at me hard . <br /> " I don't know " was all I said . <br /> " You don't smell like a low rank " he said leaning on the table . I just starred at him trying to figure out what was going through his head at this very moment . <br /> " I didn't do anything " I said again . <br /> " i dont believe you " was all he said . <br /> I just picked my plate up and took it back into the kitchen and just decided to put it in the fridge . And then went back and picked up my glass of water taking it with me back up stairs . <br /> " You ended up in my territory this is not a coincidence. It is impossible for me and you to be mated so you are up to something and I'm going to get to the bottom of it , and when I find out you will see who the real Grayson is " he said causing my stomach to drop . <br /> " What , why is it impossible " I asked looking back at him . He just ignored me, looking into my eyes . <br /> " tell me " I said . <br /> " No " was all he said . <br /> " Grays—-" <br /> " ENOUGH !!! " he yelled slamming his fist on the table and standing up and stalking towards me . <br /> " Talk to me with respect mut " he said pushing me against the wall with his hand around my neck , and once again not in a good way . <br /> " Don't touch me like that Again " I said throwing the water in his face . And Jesus Christ was that the worst thing I could have done in that moment . <br /> " A switch seemed to have flipped because he looked madder then before if that was even possible and he grabbed the glass out my hand and smashed it above my head . I felt as the pieces of glass fell on my head cutting me . <br /> He grabbed my wrist next and gripped it hard I just looked him in the eyes the whole time , as he continued to grip my wrist tighter I could feel that he was about to brake my wrist but not once did I loose eye contact with him . Even through the tears that were starting to come down my face . <br /> " Grayson " I heard from the right causing him to look and finally release me . I just walked away ignoring Colby and ran up the stairs . Instead of healing I could feel my body getting weaker by the day . <br /> I went into my bathroom in my room to examine my head , I had some cuts but they weren't too bad . I looked down at my wrist and saw how purple it was , my wrists looked so small in his hand , I really thought my wrist was going to snap , and it would have if it weren't for Colby . I owe him one . <br /> I decided to just call it a day and go lay in my bed , after hours of just laying there I finally felt my self drifting off to sleep .	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1,366,382	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366340}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	447245261025572	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them.<br /> Just had a sexual fantasy with my boss. I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> ————————<br /> Emma<br /> If anyone has a reason to cry, it’s me. My boss is an arrogant prick and my sister is dead and her husband is more of a burden than a help and I have three innocent kids I’m doing my best to raise right but I can’t seem to catch a break and I need sleep and food and more coffee and a vacation and a fresh start and—the list just goes on. One reason for each of my thousand tears.<br /> “Auntie Em! Auntie Em, wake up.”<br /> I come to with a start. The sun is slanting in through the blinds and I have absolutely no freaking idea what planet I’m on. I feel a sharp line of pain on my cheek. It takes me a long moment to realize that it’s because I have a shoelace plastered to my skin. I peel it off with a wince and look up to see Josh standing over me.<br /> “Auntie Em, it’s 7:45. We’re late for school.”<br /> The next fifteen minutes are a blur. I get the girls up and dressed in the least coordinated outfits in the history of terrible parenting. I hurl random food into their lunchboxes with no regard for nutritional value. And then we’re all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn’t so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids’ school when I drop them off well into first period. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don’t quite realize why until I’m in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute shitshow. My hair is a rat’s nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It’s way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan’s eyebrow. It’s probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. Something like:<br /> “You have got to be kidding me.”<br /> Wait. That wasn’t my imagination. That was actually his voice.<br /> I open my eyes and turn around to realize that the elevator doors have opened—and who should be standing there but my beloved, benevolent boss?<br /> Sure enough, his eyebrow is locked and loaded and that cruelly sharp jaw of his clenched so tight that I wonder idly if he has a good dentist on speed dial.<br /> I open my mouth to defend myself, but what is there even to say? “I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I fell asleep after—It was a long night and—I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”<br /> He doesn’t so much as blink. “I expect you to dress appropriately for your job, Ms. Carson,” he growls. “Not do the walk of shame through my building.”<br /> I frown. “The walk of—? Hold on. No, that’s not what this is. I didn’t—”<br /> “You’re wearing yesterday’s skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—” He checks his watch. “—two and a half hours late. I’m not sure if you think I’m stupid or easy. I’m also not sure which of those two would offend me more.”<br /> One word snags my attention. “Seduce?” I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> “Ms. Carson, I’m not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you.”<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I’m able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He’s as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he’s so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday’s nightmare, I’m running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he’s scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I’m counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I’m a Times Square partier on New Year’s Eve.<br /> “Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil’s name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> “Shut the door,” he orders. It’s dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He’s a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> “Sit.” A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I’m so, so tired. But I can’t show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won’t give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he’s outlasted me.<br /> “I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention,” he begins. “I’m not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you’re gone. Am I making myself clear?”<br /> I swallow. “Yes, sir.”<br /> He nods. “Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me… there’s the door.”<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn’t know what I’m going through. He doesn’t know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn’t know that I buried my sister or that I’m barely keeping my head above water. He doesn’t know anything.<br /> “No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, screw you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I’m real! So I’d appreciate it very much if you’d pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once.”<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> “Is there something else, Ms. Carson?”<br /> That’s when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn’t real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. “No, sir,” I say quietly. “Nothing at all.”<br /> -<br /> I ended the call with my best friend, Phoebe.<br /> Then a face pops up on the black screen of my mind’s eye.<br /> It’s Ruslan because, like I told Pheebs, he haunts me even when I’m off the clock. He’s smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-to-you smile. The camera of my imagination pulls back and floats down.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is wearing an ivory white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Enough to see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can’t quite make out. He flexes his forearms in front of him. Those knuckles crack, louder than I expected, and I let out a surprised little gasp.<br /> I like when you make that noise, he croons. Shall I see if I can make you do it again?<br /> I’m nodding before I’m even realizing what I’m doing. “Make me moan,” I plead.<br /> I’m also touching the inside of my knee before I realize what I’m doing. But it’s not my hands that are doing it—or at least, it doesn’t feel like it’s my hands. It’s Ruslan’s hands, huge and powerful, palming my thigh and drifting up under the edge of my pencil skirt.<br /> You’ve been a naughty assistant, he growls, breath minty in my face where it mingles with the woodsy spice of his cologne. There’s a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he’s just going with it because it’s hotter than it is ridiculous. You’ve been so very, very bad. Step into my office and shut the door.<br /> The rest of the world disappears like I just followed his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingering smell of burrito cheese. Ruslan is all I smell now.<br /> That cologne.<br /> That breath.<br /> Beneath it, that musk that sets my nerve endings on fire.<br /> “Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?” I whisper.<br /> I’m on the literal edge of my seat, grinding and bucking against my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm of his hand. I’d do anything for him. Say anything. Be anything.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is every bit the cruel prick that real Ruslan is. He said he’d keep my orgasms to himself, but I feel like I stole this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an hour later, I come back to something like normal consciousness with drool on my lips and my fingers wet and sticky with my own desire.<br /> I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> The reality of what is happening clicks in my gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed moments before my head comes to terms with it.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been on a call with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my phone has been recording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made while I begged for his mercy and pleaded for him to make me come.<br /> Did Ruslan hear the whole thing?<br /> -<br /> “It’s over. My life as I know it is over. R.I.P. to me.”<br /> “I’m sorry, who is this?”<br /> “Pheebs!”<br /> She chuckles while I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try not to throw up. My phone is lying on the bathroom counter on speakerphone, mostly because my palms have been sweating since I saw the meeting invite in my calendar for today.<br /> 9:00 A.M. – 09:07:32 A.M.: Emma Carson 1-on-1 with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Anyway, rewind, take a deep breath, then tell me what’s going on in your big girl voice. Unburden yourself. Take all the time you need. Just make it quick because I have a 9 o’clock appointment.”<br /> I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet now, the same way that Reagan does when she needs to pee really bad. “Yeah, so do I. With him.”<br /> “Ah. Oh, wait—oh.”<br /> I first called Phoebe last night right after realizing what I’d done. Her reaction was a dizzying mixture of pride and horror. I believe her exact words were, “Sure, it’s mortifying, but I’m glad you got your rocks off. Knew you had it in you.”<br /> She’s a little more reassuring now that things are escalating out of control. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he heard the voicemail, Em. Maybe this is just a standard, no-big-deal, super-boring-business-stuff Thursday morning meeting.”<br /> “It’s scheduled for seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Precisely.”<br /> “Hm.” There’s a beat of silence. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”<br /> “Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for me? I’m gonna lose my job, Phoebe!”<br /> “You don’t know that for sure. Just take a deep breath and go in there, see what he wants. Play it cool, y’know?”<br /> “And what if what he wants is to kick my arse to the curb with a recommendation letter that claims I’m a dirty bimbo?”<br /> “I mean, there’s probably a market for that.” I moan as Phoebe’s laughter fades into a serious tone. “Listen, boo: whatever happens, you’re a strong, smart, confident woman and you’re gonna land on your feet. And until you do, I’ve got your back.”<br /> Her words mean everything to me, but I know that Phoebe doesn’t have much margin for error in her life, either. She struggles just as hard as I do. If she is able to help, it still wouldn’t put a dent in all the bills and loans looming over me.<br /> “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ve gotta go to my doom now.”<br /> “Keep your pecker up!”<br /> I blink. “Huh?”<br /> “Oklahoma talk. It means, like, ‘break a leg,’ but for Midwesterners.”<br /> If I weren’t worried about losing my job and ending up homeless on the street with three kids, I’d laugh. Instead, I say one more miserable goodbye, then spend a solid three minutes dry-heaving into one of the empty bathroom stalls.<br /> Once I’ve sufficiently bruised my stomach lining, I slink out of the bathroom and waste the remaining two minutes before the meeting standing outside of Ruslan’s door, watching the clock steal my life away one second at a time.<br /> “You okay, Emma?” asks Katie Miller, another of the executive assistants on this floor, as she passes by.<br /> “Dandy,” I mumble. “Just waiting for the noose.”<br /> “What was that?”<br /> “Nothing. I like your earrings. Have a good day.”<br /> She raises her brow a smidge. I’m not usually so dismissive, but I can’t concentrate on small talk right now. Not when I’m T-minus thirty seconds away from the end of my career.<br /> Dear God, I know I don’t pray to you often. Or, well, ever. But please help me out today and I’ll definitely consider starting on a more semi-regular basis.<br /> Great. Now, I’m bargaining with God. New low, Emma. New low.<br /> I take a deep breath and walk into his office. The shades are tight, snuffing out all the light of the Manhattan morning beyond. It’s like a bear cave in here—and the grizzly in question is sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me until I’m standing in front of his desk.<br /> “Sit.”<br /> The moment my rear end is parked, he puts his phone down and looks at me. Just looks at me.<br /> In the eighteen months that I’ve worked for him, he’s never once given me the benefit of his full attention. Even during our morning meetings, he’s either on his phone, flipping through files, or typing away on his laptop. I used to be annoyed about it. I’m only now realizing I should have been grateful.<br /> Should I say something?<br /> Maybe he wants me to break the silence. Maybe I’m supposed to give him an explanation, an apology, something. But the more the silence stretches on, the less I’m capable of breaking it.<br /> I decide once again that those amber eyes of his should be outlawed.<br /> “I heard the voicemail,” he says at last.<br /> I can’t place his tone. Amusement? Anger? Disbelief?<br /> “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Carson?”<br /> I launch into the apology I spent most of last night practicing in the mirror. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Oryolov. I have no idea what I was thinking. The whole thing was an accident; I didn’t realize I’d dialed you. I was so tired and out of it and… I can assure you that it will never happen again. I swear.”<br /> My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but I try to keep my voice steady. I can’t sound too desperate, although that’s exactly what I am.<br /> “Tell me, Ms. Carson: what would you do in my place?”<br /> “I would give the plucky, hard-working assistant another chance, maybe?” It’s a long shot, but I figure, what the heck? I just wish I’d asked it without my voice rising to an Alvin and the Chipmunks pipsqueak at the end.<br /> His mouth twitches with the promise of a smile, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “I know what you sound like when you climax, Emma. Is that the soundtrack you want running through all our interactions from now on?”<br /> Flushing the brightest of reds, I shake my head. “If we could maybe just forget this whole thing—”<br /> “The way I see it, there are only two options here.”<br /> I hold my breath.<br /> “One, I fire you.”<br /> There it is. I knew it. I’m done for. I’m going to need to call the welfare office and see what—<br /> “Or two… I give you exactly what you want.”<br /> I almost choke on my own saliva. What little is left in my gaping mouth. “W-what?”<br /> Silently, Ruslan offers me the blue folder lying in front of him. I pick it up with shaky hands and open the cover. It takes me a few long moments to figure out what on earth I’m looking at.<br /> A… contract?<br /> I read through the first page, feeling a strange sensation bubble up in my chest.Then, since I’m clearly misunderstanding something, I read through the first page again. And again. And again.<br /> Only then do I look up. “Is this a joke?”<br /> He doesn’t blink. “I never joke.”<br /> “It’s just that, it seems like, from what I read, um—”<br /> “I will offer you money and security in exchange for live encores of the little performance you sent me last night. In addition to meeting my other needs.”<br /> “And by ‘needs,’ you mean…intercourse?”<br /> He tilts his chin down and regards me solemnly. “How explicit would you like me to be, Ms. Carson?”<br /> What.<br /> “So this—” I raise the blue folder in my hand. “—is a sugar daddy contract?”<br /> His brow furrows. “I’d prefer to call it a ‘Friend With Benefits’ contract.”<br /> “But we’re not friends.”<br /> He smirks. “Fair enough. No, we’re not.”<br /> There’s a throbbing in my head that reminds me of the first time I got drunk. Sienna and I had snuck into Dad’s study the eve of my sixteenth birthday and stolen a 1984 Chateau Latour. We passed it back and forth, taking turns sipping from the bottle like it was cheap bagged drink until the whole thing was gone.<br /> For a moment, I think about what Sienna would say if she were here. Would she be outraged or intrigued? Would she slap the smug prick and storm out?<br /> Or would she grin and say, Double the price and I’m in.<br /> What would you do, Si?<br /> And then it hits me, a bolt of lightning straight to the chest, almost like she’s speaking to me herself. I miss her so much, it hurts. But she left little bits of herself behind, in all three of her children. The same kids I’m working off to protect.<br /> That right there is the answer.<br /> Sienna would have done whatever was best for her children.<br /> So I don’t slap him. I don’t storm out. 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1,366,566	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366320}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	800832455436244	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna."<br /> "I accept your rejection." The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> "I'm sorry, my baby…" I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> "Why didn't you tell me?" His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> "Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!"<br /> "I'll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you'll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!"<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I'm looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I've been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien's chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien's fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he's been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don't have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> "Pull yourself together Marissa." I tell myself I won't let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won't do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven't had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn't happening, it can't happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn't want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan's office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather's and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn't replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> "Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body." I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> "You're pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby." I am stunned to speak. But I still can't help myself weeping when staring at the foetus' picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> "Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?" my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> "You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby's father too." he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> "I'm sorry. I can't divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do." I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> "I'm sorry baby. I won't subject us to whatever that's gonna take you away. Momma's got you." I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien's diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I've made after it's prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien's favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It's Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> "You're pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!" She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> "Did you snoop through my bag? !" I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won't spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she'll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> "I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn't want you to lose your tongue now, would we?" I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it's none of my business.<br /> "I can't wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!" She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don't, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn't come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it's a comfort that he hasn't marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can't wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> "Hello Alpha, will you come back today? " I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> "Damien, my love, save me." my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It's Jessica, she has returned.<br /> "Jessica, I'm here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you." I don't say anything and I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> "Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?" I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> "Oh, yes. When will you be home?" I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> "I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded." I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn't. He must think I'm a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> "Going somewhere?"<br /> "I said, where are you going?" He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> "I don't see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I'm nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back." I spit my venom at him. It's stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> "Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?" He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> "Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I'm sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I'm leaving. Give my regards to your beloved." I scoff as I walk towards the door when I'm aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> "You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It's your call." My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don't submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> "The hard way it is then, Don't blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa." I can't believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> "Let go of me." My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I'm only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> "Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…" Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> "Can it wait?" he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> "I'm afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir." She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> "What law?" He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> "The law that she isn't to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished." I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don't look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I'm gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> "Is this true?" He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it's true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It's quite amusing to see.<br /> "What do you think?" I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn't realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can't without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> "You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You're nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve." Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> "How dare you betray me? I'll get even with you when we come back from the hospital." Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I'm dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> "Are you ok Luna?" Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don't look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn't care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can't let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I'm soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> "Luna? Are you ok?" again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> "What's wrong with you Marissa?" He snarls out as I don't turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> "I'm exhausted. I need to rest." Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> "Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself." Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn't show at all.<br /> I don't respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it's futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I'm all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn't let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> "I'm sorry, baby." Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I'm a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can't even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I'm snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I'm dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> "Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don't have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I'm afraid it would be too late." Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> "Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica." He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> "Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition." My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> "You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this." I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.	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My boss is an arrogant prick and my sister is dead and her husband is more of a burden than a help and I have three innocent kids I’m doing my best to raise right but I can’t seem to catch a break and I need sleep and food and more coffee and a vacation and a fresh start and—the list just goes on. One reason for each of my thousand tears.<br /> “Auntie Em! Auntie Em, wake up.”<br /> I come to with a start. The sun is slanting in through the blinds and I have absolutely no freaking idea what planet I’m on. I feel a sharp line of pain on my cheek. It takes me a long moment to realize that it’s because I have a shoelace plastered to my skin. I peel it off with a wince and look up to see Josh standing over me.<br /> “Auntie Em, it’s 7:45. We’re late for school.”<br /> The next fifteen minutes are a blur. I get the girls up and dressed in the least coordinated outfits in the history of terrible parenting. I hurl random food into their lunchboxes with no regard for nutritional value. And then we’re all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn’t so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids’ school when I drop them off well into first period. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don’t quite realize why until I’m in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute shitshow. My hair is a rat’s nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It’s way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan’s eyebrow. It’s probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. Something like:<br /> “You have got to be kidding me.”<br /> Wait. That wasn’t my imagination. That was actually his voice.<br /> I open my eyes and turn around to realize that the elevator doors have opened—and who should be standing there but my beloved, benevolent boss?<br /> Sure enough, his eyebrow is locked and loaded and that cruelly sharp jaw of his clenched so tight that I wonder idly if he has a good dentist on speed dial.<br /> I open my mouth to defend myself, but what is there even to say? “I’m sorry,” I blurt. “I fell asleep after—It was a long night and—I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”<br /> He doesn’t so much as blink. “I expect you to dress appropriately for your job, Ms. Carson,” he growls. “Not do the walk of shame through my building.”<br /> I frown. “The walk of—? Hold on. No, that’s not what this is. I didn’t—”<br /> “You’re wearing yesterday’s skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—” He checks his watch. “—two and a half hours late. I’m not sure if you think I’m stupid or easy. I’m also not sure which of those two would offend me more.”<br /> One word snags my attention. “Seduce?” I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> “Ms. Carson, I’m not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you.”<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I’m able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He’s as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he’s so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday’s nightmare, I’m running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he’s scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I’m counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I’m a Times Square partier on New Year’s Eve.<br /> “Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One…”<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil’s name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> “Shut the door,” he orders. It’s dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He’s a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> “Sit.” A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I’m so, so tired. But I can’t show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won’t give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he’s outlasted me.<br /> “I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention,” he begins. “I’m not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I’m not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you’re gone. Am I making myself clear?”<br /> I swallow. “Yes, sir.”<br /> He nods. “Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you’ll excuse me… there’s the door.”<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it’s like I don’t exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn’t know what I’m going through. He doesn’t know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn’t know that I buried my sister or that I’m barely keeping my head above water. He doesn’t know anything.<br /> “No.” I blurt it before I can think better of it. “No. No. I’m not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I’m a—I mean, screw you, I’m a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I’m real! So I’d appreciate it very much if you’d pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once.”<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> “Is there something else, Ms. Carson?”<br /> That’s when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn’t real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. “No, sir,” I say quietly. “Nothing at all.”<br /> -<br /> I ended the call with my best friend, Phoebe.<br /> Then a face pops up on the black screen of my mind’s eye.<br /> It’s Ruslan because, like I told Pheebs, he haunts me even when I’m off the clock. He’s smiling that smile she described. That come-to-bed-and-let-me-show-you-what-I-can-do-to-you smile. The camera of my imagination pulls back and floats down.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is wearing an ivory white button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone. Enough to see a dusting of dark chest hair and the edge of a tattoo I can’t quite make out. He flexes his forearms in front of him. Those knuckles crack, louder than I expected, and I let out a surprised little gasp.<br /> I like when you make that noise, he croons. Shall I see if I can make you do it again?<br /> I’m nodding before I’m even realizing what I’m doing. “Make me moan,” I plead.<br /> I’m also touching the inside of my knee before I realize what I’m doing. But it’s not my hands that are doing it—or at least, it doesn’t feel like it’s my hands. It’s Ruslan’s hands, huge and powerful, palming my thigh and drifting up under the edge of my pencil skirt.<br /> You’ve been a naughty assistant, he growls, breath minty in my face where it mingles with the woodsy spice of his cologne. There’s a faint laugh on the edge of his voice, like he knows that this whole thing is crazy but he’s just going with it because it’s hotter than it is ridiculous. You’ve been so very, very bad. Step into my office and shut the door.<br /> The rest of the world disappears like I just followed his orders. Gone is my messy apartment and the lingering smell of burrito cheese. Ruslan is all I smell now.<br /> That cologne.<br /> That breath.<br /> Beneath it, that musk that sets my nerve endings on fire.<br /> “Are you going to punish me, Ruslan?” I whisper.<br /> I’m on the literal edge of my seat, grinding and bucking against my fingers. Imaginary Ruslan has me eating out of the palm of his hand. I’d do anything for him. Say anything. Be anything.<br /> Imaginary Ruslan is every bit the cruel prick that real Ruslan is. He said he’d keep my orgasms to himself, but I feel like I stole this one from him. The euphoria of it rips through me in one endless lightning bolt after the next, until finally, what feels like an hour later, I come back to something like normal consciousness with drool on my lips and my fingers wet and sticky with my own desire.<br /> I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> The reality of what is happening clicks in my gut immediately, but it takes a few delayed moments before my head comes to terms with it.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been on a call with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, my phone has been recording every last moan and gasp and breath and twitch I made while I begged for his mercy and pleaded for him to make me come.<br /> Did Ruslan hear the whole thing?<br /> -<br /> “It’s over. My life as I know it is over. R.I.P. to me.”<br /> “I’m sorry, who is this?”<br /> “Pheebs!”<br /> She chuckles while I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try not to throw up. My phone is lying on the bathroom counter on speakerphone, mostly because my palms have been sweating since I saw the meeting invite in my calendar for today.<br /> 9:00 A.M. – 09:07:32 A.M.: Emma Carson 1-on-1 with Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> “Sorry. Couldn’t resist. Anyway, rewind, take a deep breath, then tell me what’s going on in your big girl voice. Unburden yourself. Take all the time you need. Just make it quick because I have a 9 o’clock appointment.”<br /> I’m bouncing on the balls of my feet now, the same way that Reagan does when she needs to pee really bad. “Yeah, so do I. With him.”<br /> “Ah. Oh, wait—oh.”<br /> I first called Phoebe last night right after realizing what I’d done. Her reaction was a dizzying mixture of pride and horror. I believe her exact words were, “Sure, it’s mortifying, but I’m glad you got your rocks off. Knew you had it in you.”<br /> She’s a little more reassuring now that things are escalating out of control. “That doesn’t necessarily mean he heard the voicemail, Em. Maybe this is just a standard, no-big-deal, super-boring-business-stuff Thursday morning meeting.”<br /> “It’s scheduled for seven minutes and thirty-two seconds. Precisely.”<br /> “Hm.” There’s a beat of silence. “Doesn’t look good, does it?”<br /> “Seriously? That’s all you’ve got for me? I’m gonna lose my job, Phoebe!”<br /> “You don’t know that for sure. Just take a deep breath and go in there, see what he wants. Play it cool, y’know?”<br /> “And what if what he wants is to kick my arse to the curb with a recommendation letter that claims I’m a dirty bimbo?”<br /> “I mean, there’s probably a market for that.” I moan as Phoebe’s laughter fades into a serious tone. “Listen, boo: whatever happens, you’re a strong, smart, confident woman and you’re gonna land on your feet. And until you do, I’ve got your back.”<br /> Her words mean everything to me, but I know that Phoebe doesn’t have much margin for error in her life, either. She struggles just as hard as I do. If she is able to help, it still wouldn’t put a dent in all the bills and loans looming over me.<br /> “Thanks for the pep talk. I’ve gotta go to my doom now.”<br /> “Keep your pecker up!”<br /> I blink. “Huh?”<br /> “Oklahoma talk. It means, like, ‘break a leg,’ but for Midwesterners.”<br /> If I weren’t worried about losing my job and ending up homeless on the street with three kids, I’d laugh. Instead, I say one more miserable goodbye, then spend a solid three minutes dry-heaving into one of the empty bathroom stalls.<br /> Once I’ve sufficiently bruised my stomach lining, I slink out of the bathroom and waste the remaining two minutes before the meeting standing outside of Ruslan’s door, watching the clock steal my life away one second at a time.<br /> “You okay, Emma?” asks Katie Miller, another of the executive assistants on this floor, as she passes by.<br /> “Dandy,” I mumble. “Just waiting for the noose.”<br /> “What was that?”<br /> “Nothing. I like your earrings. Have a good day.”<br /> She raises her brow a smidge. I’m not usually so dismissive, but I can’t concentrate on small talk right now. Not when I’m T-minus thirty seconds away from the end of my career.<br /> Dear God, I know I don’t pray to you often. Or, well, ever. But please help me out today and I’ll definitely consider starting on a more semi-regular basis.<br /> Great. Now, I’m bargaining with God. New low, Emma. New low.<br /> I take a deep breath and walk into his office. The shades are tight, snuffing out all the light of the Manhattan morning beyond. It’s like a bear cave in here—and the grizzly in question is sitting at his desk, scrolling through his phone. He doesn’t acknowledge me until I’m standing in front of his desk.<br /> “Sit.”<br /> The moment my rear end is parked, he puts his phone down and looks at me. Just looks at me.<br /> In the eighteen months that I’ve worked for him, he’s never once given me the benefit of his full attention. Even during our morning meetings, he’s either on his phone, flipping through files, or typing away on his laptop. I used to be annoyed about it. I’m only now realizing I should have been grateful.<br /> Should I say something?<br /> Maybe he wants me to break the silence. Maybe I’m supposed to give him an explanation, an apology, something. But the more the silence stretches on, the less I’m capable of breaking it.<br /> I decide once again that those amber eyes of his should be outlawed.<br /> “I heard the voicemail,” he says at last.<br /> I can’t place his tone. Amusement? Anger? Disbelief?<br /> “Do you have anything to say, Ms. Carson?”<br /> I launch into the apology I spent most of last night practicing in the mirror. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am, Mr. Oryolov. I have no idea what I was thinking. The whole thing was an accident; I didn’t realize I’d dialed you. I was so tired and out of it and… I can assure you that it will never happen again. I swear.”<br /> My cheeks are flushed with embarrassment, but I try to keep my voice steady. I can’t sound too desperate, although that’s exactly what I am.<br /> “Tell me, Ms. Carson: what would you do in my place?”<br /> “I would give the plucky, hard-working assistant another chance, maybe?” It’s a long shot, but I figure, what the heck? I just wish I’d asked it without my voice rising to an Alvin and the Chipmunks pipsqueak at the end.<br /> His mouth twitches with the promise of a smile, but it’s gone as quick as it came. “I know what you sound like when you climax, Emma. Is that the soundtrack you want running through all our interactions from now on?”<br /> Flushing the brightest of reds, I shake my head. “If we could maybe just forget this whole thing—”<br /> “The way I see it, there are only two options here.”<br /> I hold my breath.<br /> “One, I fire you.”<br /> There it is. I knew it. I’m done for. I’m going to need to call the welfare office and see what—<br /> “Or two… I give you exactly what you want.”<br /> I almost choke on my own saliva. What little is left in my gaping mouth. “W-what?”<br /> Silently, Ruslan offers me the blue folder lying in front of him. I pick it up with shaky hands and open the cover. It takes me a few long moments to figure out what on earth I’m looking at.<br /> A… contract?<br /> I read through the first page, feeling a strange sensation bubble up in my chest.Then, since I’m clearly misunderstanding something, I read through the first page again. And again. And again.<br /> Only then do I look up. “Is this a joke?”<br /> He doesn’t blink. “I never joke.”<br /> “It’s just that, it seems like, from what I read, um—”<br /> “I will offer you money and security in exchange for live encores of the little performance you sent me last night. In addition to meeting my other needs.”<br /> “And by ‘needs,’ you mean…intercourse?”<br /> He tilts his chin down and regards me solemnly. “How explicit would you like me to be, Ms. Carson?”<br /> What.<br /> “So this—” I raise the blue folder in my hand. “—is a sugar daddy contract?”<br /> His brow furrows. “I’d prefer to call it a ‘Friend With Benefits’ contract.”<br /> “But we’re not friends.”<br /> He smirks. “Fair enough. No, we’re not.”<br /> There’s a throbbing in my head that reminds me of the first time I got drunk. Sienna and I had snuck into Dad’s study the eve of my sixteenth birthday and stolen a 1984 Chateau Latour. We passed it back and forth, taking turns sipping from the bottle like it was cheap bagged drink until the whole thing was gone.<br /> For a moment, I think about what Sienna would say if she were here. Would she be outraged or intrigued? Would she slap the smug prick and storm out?<br /> Or would she grin and say, Double the price and I’m in.<br /> What would you do, Si?<br /> And then it hits me, a bolt of lightning straight to the chest, almost like she’s speaking to me herself. I miss her so much, it hurts. But she left little bits of herself behind, in all three of her children. The same kids I’m working off to protect.<br /> That right there is the answer.<br /> Sienna would have done whatever was best for her children.<br /> So I don’t slap him. I don’t storm out. 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1,366,766	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366320}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	975203254318609	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"I, Damien Carius, Alpha of The New Dawn Pack, reject you Marissa Gilbert as my mate and Luna."<br /> "I accept your rejection." The last cord of the bond snaps like an elastic band.<br /> The room spins as I feel something warm trickle down my legs. Looking down, I see blood.<br /> "I'm sorry, my baby…" I whisper, holding my lower abdomen.<br /> "Why didn't you tell me?" His hands lift me up as he screams for a doctor. Carrying me away as the world around me turns black.<br /> ————————<br /> Marissa POV.<br /> My fated mate Alpha Damien hates me and only uses me for two things, my blood being one and my body the other.<br /> "Why do you treat me like that? We are mates. We should love each other!"<br /> "I'll never love you or think of you as my mate. But you'll do your duties to me physically, well, not until Jessica returns. You are nothing compared to Jessica!"<br /> The one person who is supposed to love me unconditionally only looks at me with disdain. It feels like he rips my heart out of my chest and then stamps on it. I am not the one he holds in his heart and I never will be. The one who he holds in his heart is his childhood sweetheart, Jessica Morgan. I knew then, like I know now.<br /> My name is Marissa Gilbert. I come from a long line of healers who have precious blood, worth as much as gold dust, though it is not golden. Even with this magical blood that has the capabilities to heal any condition and injury, one would think I would be treated as a queen, sadly that is not the case. I'm looked down upon in the pack all because of what and who my parents are. They were traitors as they went rogue, leaving me to my grandfather without a word. No one is permitted to mention their names within the New Dawn Pack because they are traitors. As for what they did to be labelled as such, the story changes with who you ask.<br /> Growing up, I've been subjected to all kinds of humiliations. While the most favoured girl in the pack, Jessica, always had her brother Beta Jake and Alpha Damien tightly wrapped around her little finger. She was to be Damien's chosen mate and Luna, but that all changed the night before their official engagement announcement.<br /> The night I became of age and we discovered I am Alpha Damien's fated mate. A fated bond is stronger than a chosen one for werewolves. Jessica was enraged and fled the pack after they had an argument. As mate bond is irresistible for werewolves, Damien married me in secret with the promise that if I helped his pack members with my blood, he would mark me and make me his Luna. However, he has never fulfilled his promise. I know he's been waiting for Jessica.<br /> If I was a vindictive person, I would want them to all go off! But I don't have it in me. Shaking my head at how my life has turned out, I stand on shaking legs as I head back to the emergency department. I am exhausted. They have used my blood more frequently over the past week because of a building collapsing. No one cares if it kills me as long as I heal their loved ones. It is enough to make me bitter, but I always try not to be.<br /> Walking past members of the pack and colleagues, they all look at me with hatred and whisper behind my back, which is pointless. We are wolves and our hearing is exceptional. They may as well say it to my face.<br /> "Pull yourself together Marissa." I tell myself I won't let them see that their words and actions get to me. It won't do any good.<br /> Increasing my pace, my stomach rolls, I jog towards the bathroom. I vomit what little I had for lunch. Flushing the toilet and opening the cubicle door as I stagger towards the sink to rinse my mouth and wash my face. I have been vomiting frequently. What is wrong with me?<br /> It dawns on me that I haven't had my cycle. My eyes widen at the realisation, tears streaming down my face. No this, this isn't happening, it can't happen. He always made sure I took the morning-after pill because he doesn't want me to be the mother of his heir.<br /> There is only one way to be certain. After I have composed myself, I head to Dr Brendan's office. Dr Brendan was a close friend of my grandfather's and dare I say he is my friend as well.<br /> I explained what was happening and blood tests were taken and sent to the laboratory for urgent testing. Other tests were performed as we waited for the results. Maybe it is just because my blood hasn't replenished or the fact I am exhausted. After a short while, a ding sounds and the printer starts up.<br /> Dr Brendan looks at the screen, then to me and back to the screen. I shift uncomfortably in the chilling metallic seat. It must be terrible for him to be looking like he has seen a ghost.<br /> "Marissa, I will not ask how this has happened. I know the mechanics of the body." I furrow my eyebrows. What does he mean? He hands me the report as I read he continues.<br /> "You're pregnant. But your energy level is life-threateningly low, which is risky for both you and your baby." I am stunned to speak. But I still can't help myself weeping when staring at the foetus' picture, wondering if the arrival of this new life would make him have a soft place for me?<br /> "Please, Dr Brendan. What should I do?" my head snaps up as tears leave my eyes.<br /> "You will have to be admitted and placed under observation. But we need the confirmation of the baby's father too." he asks, sighing as he adjusts his glasses.<br /> I lift my teary gaze to him and shake my head. To be pregnant is already a death sentence to me. Revealing our relationship is nothing short of killing the last hope of keeping the baby. I fold the report and put it in my bag.<br /> "I'm sorry. I can't divulge that information. Please keep this between us until I decide what to do." I stand up and walk out of the office and, in turn, leave the hospital.<br /> Walking towards my car, the weather matches my mood. The wind has a chill to it as it whips around my legs like a serpent wrapping me up in its icy clutches. The drizzle becomes heavy; it matches my tears. Unlocking my car, I climb in, slamming the door. I sob as I place my head on the steering wheel.<br /> "I'm sorry baby. I won't subject us to whatever that's gonna take you away. Momma's got you." I wipe my face and head back to the pack house.<br /> After some time, I pull up, and exit the car. I hurry towards the familiar pack house as it rains more heavily.<br /> Walking inside, I remove my coat and bag before I make my way to the kitchen to make myself some food. I used to put too much attention on Damien's diet while neglecting myself. But now my baby is the priority and I must take good care of us. I approach the fridge and instinctively remove ingredients, only realising the dish I've made after it's prepared. Spaghetti Bolognaise. I scoff. This is Damien's favourite dish.<br /> As I am washing the dishes and placing them in the dishwasher, a spooky figure comes out of nowhere. It's Lydia, one of the Omega maids in the Pack House, who hates me just like everyone else in this wretched place.<br /> "You're pathetic and pregnant! I have seen the shadow of a man entering your room. You are nothing but a bimbo!" She chuckles with my report in her hand.<br /> "Did you snoop through my bag? !" I raise an eyebrow at her and clench my fists to my sides. She seems to have it out for me, and won't spare any chance to create trouble in my direction. This moment is definitely one she'll seize.<br /> Any other day, I would ignore her and never retaliate, but not anymore. I will not be a pushover anymore, not when I need to protect my pup.<br /> "I would suggest you keep your mouth shut. We wouldn't want you to lose your tongue now, would we?" I growl out as I shoulder barges past her out of the kitchen. Little does she know the man she has seen is her Alpha and my mate, but it's none of my business.<br /> "I can't wait to tell the Alpha. You will be thrown out of here like the garbage you are!" She lashes out behind me.<br /> I smirk. Snitches get stitches, but who cares. I head to my room to wait for Damien. I am still debating if I should tell Damien. If I do, he would potentially kill me; but I don't, what if he might at least show mercy to his own pup?<br /> However, Damien doesn't come back as usual. I tell myself that being an Alpha has various duties to perform. If he had marked me like he promised I would be able to mind link him, but here we are. I never know where he is or whom he is with. I suppose it's a comfort that he hasn't marked me. No doubt I would have felt his betrayal.<br /> As the night grows late, I pick up my phone and dial the familiar number. I can't wait any more, I must know his decision on this baby.<br /> The phone rings for a good amount of time before the weird running and heavy breathing breaks forth from the other end of the phone.<br /> "Hello Alpha, will you come back today? " I bite my lower lip in silence.<br /> "Damien, my love, save me." my eyes go wide and my ego crashes. I hear the voice that has plagued my dreams and caused me this amount of pain. It's Jessica, she has returned.<br /> "Jessica, I'm here. I will save you. Hold on baby, please. I love you." I don't say anything and I know it's wrong to eavesdrop, but I need to know. I can hear the metal sound under the force. I clench my other fist, my nails digging into the flesh on my palm as I feel my blood trickle.<br /> "Marissa, are you there? Are you okay?" I scoff at his fake concern.<br /> "Oh, yes. When will you be home?" I pretend to be as nonchalant as possible. I know what he is going to say.<br /> "I need you to get to the hospital, there is an emergency. A pack member needs your help. She was wounded." I laugh inwardly at him, also at myself. He is audacious to ask this of me. Me the one who has lived up to our deal yet he hasn't. He must think I'm a fool. Well the joke is on him. I need to leave, for my baby. I will not risk the life of my pup to save that god awful woman.<br /> Disappointed, I hang up the phone and start ripping my belongings into my suitcase. How stupid have I been? To think that she would never return. I need to leave; I need to get away, and fast.<br /> Closing the zip on my luggage, my door bursts open and a dishevelled-looking Damien stands there, panting, his hands covered in blood. His gaze locked on me and mine on him. His eyes shift to the luggage.<br /> "Going somewhere?"<br /> "I said, where are you going?" He snarls at me as he stalks closer. My heart is pounding against my ribcage. I will not be subjected to this any longer. I know why he is here and I will have no part in it.<br /> "I don't see what concern it is of yours, where I am going. After all, I'm nothing to you now that your precious Jessica is back." I spit my venom at him. It's stupid of me to show my defiance to him, but right now I need to leave. To leave this wretched place for the good of my unborn pup. A pup that he will never know about.<br /> "Yes, she is back, but you are a healer, Marissa. It is your duty to heal those in need and right now, you will fulfil your duty. Or did you forget our agreement?" He frowns, circling me like prey as I clench my fists firmly to my side. The nerve of him to mention the agreement.<br /> "Ha, so you remember the agreement then? Well, I'm sorry to tell you Damien. You never stuck to your end of the agreement, so I have no obligation to stick to mine. You will have your wish. I'm leaving. Give my regards to your beloved." I scoff as I walk towards the door when I'm aggressively ripped back by my arm. I stagger backwards at the force when he snarls in my face, his wolf on the surface.<br /> "You have two options. You either go to the hospital willingly or I drag you by your hair kicking and screaming. It's your call." My lip quivers because I know he will drag me if I don't submit.<br /> I smirk up at him. I will not go without a fight. He has hurt me for the last time. This game of tug and war with him is not worth it. He will always win in the end. He is the Alpha and, regrettably, my mate. A mate I loathe, a mate I want to be rid of.<br /> "The hard way it is then, Don't blame me for showing you no mercy, Marissa." I can't believe such cold words are uttered by his 37 celsius degree mouth. He drags me by my arm, out of my bedroom and down the stairs.<br /> "Let go of me." My emotions are getting the better of me as my head feels dizzy from the anger and pain in my chest. A bitter reminder that I'm only a walking blood bank for him. It will never be me he holds in his heart.<br /> Passing Lydia on the stairs, she smirks at me. How I wish I could tear her apart. Lydia stands there like she is the lady of this house. Her arms folded across her chest. Her chin high, she is arrogant and one day I would love nothing more than to knock her off her perch.<br /> "Alpha, there is something I need to tell you…" Damien stops in his tracks, his grip on me bruising my delicate flash, the flesh pinches under his grip as he faces her.<br /> "Can it wait?" he interrupts her and I pin an icy glare on her.<br /> "I'm afraid not Alpha. Miss Gilbert has broken the law, sir." She says out loud in smug self-satisfaction.<br /> "What law?" He snaps as I struggle to free myself from his iron grip.<br /> "The law that she isn't to mate or bear a pup. I have seen the shadow of a man enter her room, Alpha. She deserves to be punished." I roll my eyes at her as I mockingly scoff, oh Lydia, how stupid can you be?<br /> He snarls and turns dark eyes to me. I don't look away, praying he will believe her and loosen his grip; once he does, I'm gone. But I have no such luck.<br /> "Is this true?" He frowns at me. A ghost of a smirk curls on my lips. Of course, he knows it's true because the man in question is him. He looks at me with emotion in his eyes. Is it betrayal? Sadness? Heartache? Whatever it is. It's quite amusing to see.<br /> "What do you think?" I spit back, not looking from his eyes when it dawns on him. His gaze darkens at my words, he hasn't realised that it is him she has seen. I will not correct this. I can't without Lydia knowing who I am.<br /> "You are so shameless to admit it to our Alpha. You're nothing but a bimbo. Death is the punishment you deserve." Lydia added.<br /> I smile at her, baring my teeth, my gaze cold as he raises his hand and slaps me across my face. My head snaps to the side and I taste blood on my tongue. He actually believed her, her a cunning bimbo. How stupid is he? He would never believe me anyway.<br /> "How dare you betray me? I'll get even with you when we come back from the hospital." Damien whispers to my ears, in a voice that only I can hear.<br /> Dizziness takes hold as I stagger. If he wasn't holding me up, I would have fallen. He drags me to the front door and takes my coat and bag before dragging me out into the cold, wet night. The rain is torrential; each drop burns my skin with its icy coldness, a sense of dread washes over me. I am reminded that I will not be able to leave. Not unless I'm dead.<br /> Damien fiercely rips the car door open and shoves me inside. I slide over to the far side of the back seat and pull my legs up to my chest.<br /> "Are you ok Luna?" Beta Jake sheds his crocodile tears. I don't look at him. He is the only one who knows of our fake marriage and doesn't care at all. Like his Alpha he only cares about her, his sister Jessica.<br /> I keep my eyes glued to the window. When Damien enters the car and instructs him to drive. My warm breath forms on the interior of the car window. Condensation forms in contrast to the cold storm outside. The storm outside matches the storm within me. I know I could lose my pup if I go through with this. I can't let that happen. I see myself in the reflection of the window. I'm soaked by the rain and my seaweed-like long hair is plastered to my body. I look grey, sickly even. This is done to me by him. My mate.<br /> "Luna? Are you ok?" again I ignore his words when I feel the burning gaze at the back of my head. His cold eyes burning deep, marrying my flesh with his glare.<br /> "What's wrong with you Marissa?" He snarls out as I don't turn to him. I solely watch the street lights whizz past the car as the sound of the rain streams down the window.<br /> "I'm exhausted. I need to rest." Is all I say in acknowledgement. My fate is now sealed. I should have run sooner. I should have left years ago. I was stupid to think he would ever love me. He only holds Jessica in his heart and no-one else.<br /> "Get some rest. We will be there soon and Marissa, you will do this or I will bleed you myself." Alpha Damien shows his care in a way as if he didn't show at all.<br /> I don't respond. I just wipe the tear that has escaped my eyes. Closing my eyes, I try to build up as much of my strength as possible, but I know it's futile. I will no doubt lose my life tonight. I replay what my grandfather said to me. He always said that being a healer is an honour, even though I would not be allowed to create life. I will always be allowed to save lives. You need to hold your composure and not be too emotional. If you are too emotional your healing ability will waiver.<br /> But who will help me when I need it? The answer is simple. Nobody, I'm all alone. Well there was one, his name is Robert. Robert was laying nearly dead when I discovered him by the pack border. He had lost so much blood that the ground was saturated in it. Grandfather had been teaching me in secret the magical effects of our blood. So I couldn't let an innocent child die when I knew my blood could save him. I watched with fascination as his wounds healed, leaving no trace of injury. He woke up, and told me with a straight face that he would repay me. I gave him an uneasy titter, that was the first time people had expressed gratitude to me. Since then, Robert became my only childhood friend. He would stand up for me and protect me when the triplet bullied me.<br /> "I'm sorry, baby." Inwardly I apologise to my pup. I'm a failure. A failure like everyone says I am. Some mother I am, I can't even protect my pup.<br /> Pulling up to the hospital. I'm snapped out of my daze as the door is ripped open and Damien grabs me out. He drags me towards the emergency department. I stumble but manage to pull myself up. The automatic doors open and the scent of disinfectant hits my nose. My stomach rolls and I fight the urge to vomit as I'm dragged through the department to the emergency room. The halls are eerily quiet; the only sound is my heels against the cold tile.<br /> Dr Brendan comes out as he looks at me and to Damien. Dr Brendan is a general surgeon, he is tasked with many different roles within the hospital. He has experience in many different subjects. I dare say my grandfather was the best in our world and Dr Brendan was next after him.<br /> "Alpha, unfortunately, Miss Morgan has a rare blood group. We don't have that blood here and by the time we get it sent from another pack, I'm afraid it would be too late." Dr Brendan looks at me with sadness, knowing I am going to be sacrificed to save her.<br /> "Use Marissa. You know her blood can heal anything right. Use her blood to save Jessica." He pushes me towards Dr Brendan. I stumble as Jake catches my arm to steady me. I nod my thanks to him and see he holds my coat and bag. The bag that holds my blood results, the blood results that confirm my pregnancy.<br /> "Alpha, I cannot use Marissa. She is in no condition." My eyes widen at him and I say a silent plea for him not to tell him.<br /> "You will do as I ask. She is a healer. It is her job to heal. Marissa is only tired. She can rest after this." I close my eyes, praying to the Goddess to save me just this once.	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1,366,780	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1366299}'	Yes	2024-04-22 23:24	active	582	978498407321331	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"The reason for the divorce? The other party is unable to fulfill the wife's basic needs. I suspect that the other party may be dealing with sexual dysfunction." Calista sneered.<br /> But it was an objective statement. Lucian didn't touch her at all for the past three years.<br /> He scoffed coldly as though he was going to tear her apart. "Did you find yourself another target?"<br /> "None of your business. I'm gonna forget about you prick and start my new life."<br /> ————————<br /> "Oh, Paul, take me."<br /> "Calista Everhart, look at me. Who am I?"<br /> The lights were switched on. Calista's eyes widened the moment she recognized the man's face.<br /> "Lucian Northwood? What are you doing here!"<br /> Lucian held her chin with a cold expression. "If you dare to send yourself to my bed, you should know I'm not easy to deal with."<br /> "It's not what you think. I was wrong …"<br /> She tried to free herself, but it was too late. Agonizing pain consumed her the entire night.<br /> After the deed, Lucian tossed a credit card at her. But she slapped him across the face.<br /> He licked the corner of his lips and sneered. "Isn't this what you came for?"<br /> His words destroyed her, but there was no turning back now.<br /> "Lucian Northwood, I don't want money. I want you to marry me!"<br /> Three years later.<br /> Calista was watching the entertainment news at Everglade Manor. The report covered a dancer named Lily Scott, who accidentally fell off the stage. The scene was a mess.<br /> A man in a suit walked through the crowd with a cold expression. He carried the injured Lily and left the scene.<br /> Although it showed only his side profile, Calista could recognize him. They had been married for three years, after all. She would recognize him no matter what.<br /> Last night, in bed, that very same man told her that he would be back home early today.<br /> She turned to look at the cold food on the table. She had spent the whole afternoon cooking.<br /> She got up and threw the food into the trash can. Her emotionless act made the two blisters on the back of her hand appear ironic.<br /> Following that, Calista headed upstairs to pack her luggage. On the day she and Lucian registered their marriage, she had also hired a lawyer to draft a divorce agreement.<br /> She remembered it like it was yesterday.<br /> According to the agreement, their marriage should only last for three years. Then, they would divorce. It was the exact same time Lily spent studying abroad.<br /> There were three months left before the agreement officially ended. But, with Lily back in the country early, Calista figured the agreement was in effect.<br /> She carried the luggage downstairs. Then, she called Lucian before leaving the house.<br /> His impatient voice resounded over the phone. "What?"<br /> His indifferent tone made her grip tighten around the luggage handle. Clearly, he had forgotten the promise he made last night.<br /> Well, how could she actually believe his words when the promise was made in bed?<br /> "Have you eaten?"<br /> There was few seconds of silence. He didn't want to answer such a boring question.<br /> "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. I'm busy." As soon as he offered this brief answer, he ended the call.<br /> After that, Calista drove away the most expensive car in the garage.<br /> It didn't stand out in the lines of luxury cars. But on the road, it was different. Its cool features alone could give onlookers an adrenaline rush.<br /> Calista drove to a seven-star hotel in the city.<br /> She handed over a black card to the receptionist. "A presidential suite for three months."<br /> The receptionist accepted it with a smile. "Of course, miss. The total is 15 million dollars. Since it is a presidential suite, we demand a 30 percent penalty if you check out earlier than expected."<br /> "I'll pay with the card," Calista said expressionlessly. She might not be able to spend Lucian's money starting tomorrow.<br /> The divorce agreement stated that the assets would be split equally.<br /> However, Lucian could always decide to go against the agreement. That would make things difficult for her, and she might not receive a single cent.<br /> After all, Northwood Corporation had the best lawyers in the industry. There was nothing they couldn't do.<br /> As an afterthought, she might as well spend the money while she was still "Mrs. Northwood."<br /> If she didn't do that, the money would then belong to the homewrecker.<br /> After swiping the card, the receptionist handed a key card to Calista. "Please keep it safe, miss."<br /> At that moment, people stared at her in awe of her wealth.<br /> As Lucian stood outside the operating room, he saw the credit card usage.<br /> He frowned. It wasn't because of the amount, but where it was paid to.<br /> A seven-star hotel.<br /> Just as he was about to call Calista, a doctor pushed Lily out of the operating room.<br /> She was still in her dance outfit. When she fell off the stage, the decorations left cuts all over her arms. The stitches made the injuries seem even more horrifying.<br /> Her complexion was as pale as a sheet.<br /> "Mild concussion and soft-tissue injuries. She injured her spine slightly. However, it isn't that serious."<br /> Nevertheless, Lily was deathly pale. After all, she had fallen off from such a high place.<br /> Nervously, she asked, "Will it affect my career in any way?"<br /> "We have to keep observing things for now. We can't eliminate that possibility." The doctor's answer was vague.<br /> Her eyes reddened almost instantly. She fought back her tears and gazed at Lucian. "Thank you, Lucian. You can go home now. I can handle it alone—"<br /> Before she could finish, the doctor interrupted, "That won't do. Someone has to look after you. A mild concussion isn't something to be taken lightly."<br /> She wanted to say something, but Lucian beat her to it. "I'll stay for the night. You should get some rest."<br /> They had known each other for a long time, so she knew his personality well. "Thank you. But … should I contact Calista to explain the situation?"<br /> The incident was so huge that it was reported on the news, so Calista might be aware of it.<br /> Lucian went silent for a few seconds. Then, he frowned impatiently. "No need for that."<br /> He stayed until the next morning. By the time he returned home, the housekeeper, Mia, was cleaning up the place.<br /> Upon noticing his arrival, Mia greeted, "You're back, sir. Would you like some breakfast?"<br /> "Yes."<br /> He hadn't slept all night, so he had a headache. He rubbed his forehead and asked casually, "Where's Calista?"<br /> "She must've gone to work. I haven't seen her since I arrived."<br /> Lucian never liked the idea of having outsiders stay in his house, so Mia didn't live there.<br /> He checked his wristwatch for the time. Usually, Calista would still be having breakfast at this time.<br /> "Does that mean she paid the hotel for herself? She spent the night out," he concluded in his head.<br /> His face darkened.<br /> Mia didn't notice and served him breakfast. Then, she held up a package. "Mr. Northwood, you have a package."<br /> His residence's address was kept personal. Packages and mail were usually sent to Northwood Corporation.<br /> The secretary would always check their contents before handing them over to him.<br /> Lucian didn't give much thought to the package. He happened to be free, so he accepted it to check what it was.<br /> Once he realized that it was a divorce agreement, his face fell. He went through the document quickly. Then, he reached the terms for asset distribution.<br /> He scoffed. "She already has the details listed, huh?"<br /> According to the conditions, all the houses, vehicles, cash, and stocks he owned were to be divided equally.<br /> "She has some nerve," he commented.<br /> Mia didn't dare to say a word as she saw the word "divorce" clearly. She desperately wished for herself to vanish on the spot.<br /> Lucian held the agreement and dialed a number.<br /> Calista's sleepy voice resounded from the other end of the line. "What?"<br /> -<br /> "Calista Everhart, what do you mean by this? A divorce agreement?"<br /> Calista woke up as soon as she heard Lucian's voice. "Literally, a divorce."<br /> He smiled coldly. "Before you go to work, come to my office and take this trash away. I want you to be at Everglade Manor at 8 pm. Bring your luggage too."<br /> She sneered. "Lucian Northwood, are you—"<br /> Before she questioned his sanity, she suddenly understood why he was contacting her.<br /> "You don't have to worry about Lily being called a homewrecker. The only people who know about our marriage are our parents and close friends.<br /> "To the outsiders, you're still the good guy willing to fully support your girlfriend's career and suffer the loneliness. Now that your sacrifice has born fruit, everyone is happy for you."<br /> Pictures of Lucian sending Lily to the hospital had been taken and released last night. And now, Calista was bringing up a divorce. Lily would take the blame as the homewrecker if words got out.<br /> When Calista finished, she realized that Lucian had long ended the call.<br /> "That son of a …" she cursed in her head.<br /> The hotel she was currently staying at was near Northwood Corporation. So, she wasn't in a rush at all. She slowly enjoyed her breakfast before taking the subway.<br /> When she first got married to Lucian, she agreed to her mother-in-law's request to be Lucian's personal assistant.<br /> To be more precise, it was more like being a nanny.<br /> Her job was to handle his meals and trivial personal matters. That was all it took for her to get paid at the end of every month.<br /> No one at work knew that she was the boss' wife.<br /> It seemed like a pathetic situation from her point of view.<br /> Everyone knew about Lily, the homewrecker. However, Calista, the supposed wife, was on a spy mission. She had to avoid attention.<br /> Whenever Lucian and Calista took the same car to work, she had to get off the car two blocks from their destination.<br /> She arrived at work and began writing her resignation letter. They were going to divorce anyway. What was the point of being his nanny?<br /> Someone walked past her desk and asked, "Ms. Everhart, are you resigning? Are you getting married to your loaded boyfriend?"<br /> Calista paused. Previously, someone caught her getting out of Lucian's car. The surprised witness had questioned her if it was his car.<br /> At that time, she wished to keep the relationship a secret. So, she lied to her colleague. She said that it was her boyfriend's car.<br /> The next day, everyone in the company knew she had a rich boyfriend. They even knew that he drove the same car as Lucian.<br /> No one linked the clues with Lucian because he never ate the meals she prepared. They deemed her foolish for preparing meals all the time despite knowing his attitude.<br /> "No. We broke up." Calista denied it.<br /> "How could you bring yourself to give up the chance of becoming rich? If I were you, I would've cried buckets!" one of her colleagues exclaimed. When in fact, the colleague was secretly gloating over Calista's misfortune.<br /> Calista thought of Lucian before saying with a soft yet sharp tone, "The only asset he has is a sharp tongue. Why should I keep him?"<br /> "What about that asset?" asked a curious colleague.<br /> A sudden cough interrupted the conversation. When they turned to see who it was, they were scared out of their wits.<br /> "Mr. Northwood …"<br /> The person who coughed was Lucian's executive assistant, David Brown.<br /> He glanced at Lucian standing next to him. "Please refrain from gossiping, especially on this kind of topic."<br /> Lucian's gaze swept across them before landing on Calista. His eyes were dark. "Come to my office, Ms. Everhart."<br /> He continued, "Everyone involved in the conversation will receive a pay cut. Report yourselves to the Finance Department."<br /> They all dispersed almost instantly except Calista. She kept typing on her keyboard expressionlessly.<br /> …<br /> The interior design in Lucian's office was simple. When she entered the room, he was flipping through a document casually.<br /> She knew what that document was. It was the divorce agreement. It had been sent to him by her request this morning.<br /> She stood confidently before the desk. "Mr. Northwood."<br /> He raised his gaze. But his expression remained unreadable. His tone was cold. "The only asset I have is a sharp tongue. How did you come to this conclusion, Ms. Everhart?"<br /> Calista pursed her lips in an attempt to play dumb. She must've been out of her mind to keep talking about that topic.<br /> The silence lasted a few moments before he let the question slide. Lucian threw the divorce agreement on the table.<br /> "Mind explaining the reason for the divorce written here?"<br /> She went silent for a few seconds before answering politely, "It is what it means literally."<br /> She wrote it very clearly. Anyone would be able to understand it.<br /> "Lack of intimacy throughout the marriage. The other party is unable to fulfill the wife's basic needs. I suspect that the other party may be dealing with sexual dysfunction."<br /> Every word he said got her on edge. She thought he might lose control and strangle her at any moment.<br /> But it was an objective statement. Lucian didn't touch her at all for the past three years.<br /> When he read the terms for asset distribution, a glint of coldness flashed across his eyes. "It looks like you've learned something from your position as my assistant.<br /> "You're aware of every detail of my properties, huh? But, Calista Everhart, do you think that you'll be able to receive a single cent from me?"<br /> She was mentally prepared to leave the game empty-handed. Thus, she was unbothered by it.<br /> Her aloof attitude seemed to provoke him. He held her chin. "How are you going to feed yourself after the divorce? With that monthly pay of yours? Forget about rent, will it even be enough to buy you the necklace you're wearing?"<br /> It was a downright mockery.<br /> She turned her head sideways, trying to break free from his grasp. But it didn't go as she wanted. Instead, he tightened his grip on her chin.<br /> Calista endured the pain. "That's none of your business."<br /> He scoffed coldly as though he was going to tear her apart. "Did you find yourself another target?"<br /> He took her silence as a confirmation and suddenly smiled disdainfully.<br /> He released her. "I think there's something I have to straighten out with you. You don't have the right to ask for divorce. There are three months left according to the agreement."<br /> Still, it made no difference to Calista. He never treated her as his wife. So what was the point of following the agreement?<br /> He was acting this way because she was the one who brought up the divorce. It was a humiliation for Lucian and Lily.<br /> "That stupid ego of his!" she thought.<br /> It seemed impossible to get him to agree to the divorce today.<br /> So, she decided to make herself clear. "It doesn't matter how much time we have left. I'm not going to move back."<br /> He looked at her. "Are you saying that you wanna live separately?"<br /> -<br /> The words "living separately" squeezed Calista's heart. It was a sad and painful feeling.<br /> She could count how many times Lucian came back to Everglade Manor after they got married. It was no different from living separately.<br /> "There are only three months left. I don't see the point in living together."<br /> He stared at her for a few moments. Then, he smirked.<br /> "I decide if it's pointless or not. Ask David for a two-hour break today. Bring your luggage back to the manor."<br /> "I—"<br /> A knock on the door interrupted her.<br /> David was outside. He reminded Lucian, "Mr. Northwood, the meeting will start soon."<br /> Lucian buttoned up his sleeves. "Get out."<br /> Calista remained unfazed. "Lucian Northwood, I am not going back."<br /> "You keep saying the same thing over and over."<br /> This wasn't the first time they had fought. So, he was unbothered.<br /> It wasn't the first time she had moved out, either. But it usually took her a few days before she returned.<br /> She knew he wasn't buying it and thought it was a waste of time to argue further. Eventually, he would understand the situation as time passed. This time, she was never going back.<br /> She left the office and headed to the washroom. She needed to fix her makeup. Her chin had a bruise from where he pinched her.<br /> After that, she was going to take her resignation letter to the HR Department.<br /> Right then, someone called out to her. "Calista, the printer ran out of ink. Go refill it quickly. We're waiting."<br /> She was used to getting such orders every day.<br /> As Lucian's personal assistant, she had to take care of his meals and handle other trivial matters. Yet, he disapproved of her.<br /> He had David do her job instead. As a result, she ended up running errands for the staff.<br /> "Calista Everhart, I'm telling you to refill the ink."<br /> It was Jenny Winchester. She never liked Calista. Jenny was the one that sneered at Calista for breaking up with her rich boyfriend.<br /> "Even if you're resigning, be professional. Your resignation isn't official yet."<br /> "My job is to follow Mr. Northwood's orders and take care of his meals. Do you think you can give orders in his place now?"<br /> In fact, a lot of people wanted to be Lucian's personal assistant. They were all waiting for their chance.<br /> Jenny was one of them. She desperately wished for Calista to leave so she could take her place.<br /> Jenny shot her a disgusted look. "Calista, have you left your brain somewhere? Taking care of Mr. Northwood's meals? Have you seen him eat the food you order?"<br /> Calista's heart ached at the thought of all the wasted food. Then, her chest hurt. Jenny had thrown some documents at her.<br /> Arrogantly, she said, "Print 20 sets of these by 2 pm. Ms. Everhart, you need to know your place."<br /> Calista frowned at that. Soon after, she heard footsteps behind her. She turned and saw Lucian and David leaving the office.<br /> Lucian met her gaze and smirked. He seemed to be mocking her, as if saying, "What makes you think you can divorce me when you can't even handle a simple task?"<br /> She scoffed and threw the documents back at Jenny right in front of Lucian. Papers scattered all over the floor.<br /> Before Jenny could react, Calista turned around and walked away.<br /> "Ms. Winchester, we not only need to know our places, but we also need to understand what no means. I'm not going to refill the ink or print the papers. You can file a complaint to Mr. Northwood if you dare.<br /> "Besides, his type is someone brainless with a hot body. You're brainless, but you're kinda flat."<br /> She dared to offend others because she was going to resign anyway. It was worth it, as she could speak ill of Lucian.<br /> Lucian's face turned grim, and he pursed his lips.<br /> After that, Calista went to the HR Department to hand in her resignation letter.<br /> Goodbye jerk, I'm starting a new life, Calista thought.	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