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Tbc AYC (Add your comments) DYT (Drop your thoughts) PGAG (Please gift a gem) Thanks to those reading. Hope you enjoy. I'm sorry for the slow updates and a pause in the other 2. Please will be stable in uploading them when our electricity issues stabilizes. Please check me on F******k. Name is Shen Zhizi and my profile icon is exactly as this one on my GN ID. Let's be friends ;-)

My body goes numb as I take in the images. These are pictures of me. Me going in and out my office. Me dropping my mom off to Sunshine Gardens Home last week. Me eating lunch at my favorite café with Aaliyah three days ago. Me going to the grocery store yesterday, and me entering the gym a week ago. Their all pictures of me and in each one of them my face is marked with a red X and with circles around the people who have been with me. The dates on the pictures go back to two weeks ago and I'm mortified and disgusted that someone has been following me around this entire time and I didn't even notice.

"I must say, and this is without taking into account the centuries that separate us, that I find you absolutely adorable." Harry wrinkled his nose at her words. He did not want his Mate to find him adorable. He was, after all, an Alpha and not just any Alpha: the Red Moon Alpha. He was proud of the nickname "Red Wolf" that his enemies would say with a shudder when they recognized him. He wanted her to see him as a strong and safe partner, one she could always count on. _ It is stupid to think that, Harry," Till grumbled. I am not offended that our Mate thinks we are adorable. I can be sweet to Mate and no one else. Mate is the only one who has the right to see us as such.

I tried to search for him on f******k but nothing came up. I also tried on I*******m and luckily I found his account. It's a private one. I tapped the follow button to send a follow request, well I want to be friends with him. Her i*******m icon is so cute. That's probably his graduation photo when he was a child. After three minutes he accepted and followed me back. I smiled. So he’s active on the i*. I saw his photos, only a few pictures were posted on his account. In all of his pictures, his eyes are what really grabs my attention. His eyes are really expressive.

He saw a younger version of Charles and also Irene holding hands together. Antiono with a bit of jealousy disliked the photo without even thinking of what he was doing,he immediately searched Charles Davenport up on F******k. Charles Davenport had used they prom night highschool photo as his recent profile picture on F******k. This got Antiono pissed off. He switched off the phone immediately. Antiono in the midst of his annoyance made himself black coffee, he added a lot of sugar to the coffee in an attempt to calm in down but everything seemed bitter.

I knew I had seen these pictures, but seeing it again added to my anger. Aurora stiffened. “Where did you even get these?” “London paparazzi,” Red said. “You caused quite a scene. Very popular with the online blogs… you and Dylan. Rylan’s fake brother. Truly poetic!! And you call yourself his wife!! Aren't you ashamed?”

"I've found the person who posted the article, sir. It's an influencer." Lorenzo's eyes narrowed. "An influencer? What do you mean?" "Yes, it's an influencer who posted it first, before the post blew up and other blogs brought out articles," Miss Evelyn explained. Lorenzo's expression turned intense. "Who is this influencer? What's her name? What's his name? Like, who is that person?" "The username is... Red Riri 22." she responded. Lorenzo's eyes widened in surprise. "Hold on, wait a minute. Red Riri 22?"

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

Mama G stepped in, and behind her stood someone new. “This here’s Red,” she announced. “New muscle. Be nice.” The man behind her didn’t look like the usual bouncers—no dead-eyed stare, no swollen neck straining a polo shirt. Red had dyed crimson hair in a sharp buzz cut, and his face was a map of silver—piercings in his brow, his lip, and both ears. Tattoos peeked out from the sleeves of his hoodie. His eyes weren’t cold black like the others. They were a pale blue, watching the room like he was sizing up more than threats.