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Now I was in a pretty dark place, behind the stage "Now smile and walk gracefully to the middle of the stage!" I wasn't smiling and I wasn't walking gracefully. I dragged myself to the middle of the stage and saw a bunch of men with tux screaming and whistling. "This is one of the best girl we got today gentlemen!" Said the men. "Her name is Bambi Sivan. She is only 17 years old and... the best thing about her is that she is still a virgin!!! She is the first virgin that we got here in the past 5 months." That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices.

“You want to look nice and handsome for Ebony, don’t you?” I tense and swallow hard. Of course I do. This is our special day, after all. Ebony will finally know we’re mates, and everything will be perfect. We can be together and grow into great future pack leaders. “Of course I do, but there’s more to it than that!” I run a hand through my hair and frown. “Don’t you have any idea how many ‘what ifs’ are going through my head?” I grit my teeth in annoyance. Mom places a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about a thing. You’re an amazing young man. Everyone can see that.” She smiles warmly. “She’ll see it too. I’m sure she already does and is just being shy about it.”

Mom asked in a cracking voice. "It is quite obvious that he has been possessed by that witch," Camile spat out. "She is not a witch. Her real name is Gina Blake, and you all know her as Emelia, my kids' mother. So you should be mindful of how you disrespect her," I screamed out, but this only worsened it as both mom and Camila lashed out on me. "Enough!" Grandfather's thick voice echoed across the room. He had been seated quietly with his head rested on his cane.

Brown beautiful eyes that had its unforgettable reflection of me and it made me wonder the things that went on in this mischievous woman’s head. Mischief is another form of intelligence, my mother always says. “Is there anything else I can do for you sir?” Ebony asked as she held a folder in her hand and placed her other on her thin waist; wrapping her long slender arms on her beautiful frame. The contract had been sighed and our wedding should be before Ebony’s visa expires which is within three months at most. I hadn’t made any moves to grab the public’s attention and notify my family of my intentions. “What are my schedules for the day Miss Black?” I asked, calling her the last name I sa

His youngest lay in her wolf form before the fire and watched the adults talk and bicker between each other about what may happen to Benedict and Ebony in the coming days. Ebony’s mother always told her, “You need to prepare for the worst, the best would surprise it.” That’s what my mother always told me.” Ebony’s mother wrote something at a small desk in the corner. Ebony assumed she made notes about something she worked on or about the pack. She was constantly occupied and never took a break.

But most people adjusted after a while, either way it would be hard for Ebony to accept when she was around us four all the time. Ebony came downstairs in her finest casual clothes she could find, yet super fashionable as always. “You look gorgeous babe” Brad kissed her head and stroked her hair behind her ear. “Let’s go!” she said. We spent the entire day in and out of every shop in the mall at least 3 times, some of them we went back to more than that, it was draining, but Ebony was having the best day ever and that’s all that mattered. When we got back to the pack house, my mother greeted us outside, “Happy birthday Ebony darling, I hope you’ve had a wonderful day?” ‘She doesn’t have a wo

“So what now? I'll talk to my mom, that she has nothing to worry about.......” Monet scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. She didn’t answer right away. She picked up her purse and overnight bag, checked to make sure her phone and wallet were in there. The act was calm, but final. “I need a few days. I’m going back to Elmsworth. The kids miss me, I promised I'd help coach the new nanny.” “You’re just going to leave?” He scrubbed his face with his hands, “Our wedding is barely four weeks away, don't run away.”

I remained patient for her to open up further, and she did, eventually. “I only have my mother as family. Although we have no luxuries, we are happy with our lives. Mom works at the traditional herb centre, one that holds prestigious sources in Ebonn Moon. However, recently, she fell ill, and after checkups and tests, we discovered her critical illness. One that needed expensive treatment.” She paused briefly, took a sniff, and then continued.