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💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 24✨ . . 🔞🔞The scene below is rated. So if you hate it, don't read it. Just skip it🔞🔞 . 🌹Natasha🌹

I'd strategically blocked it earlier, knowing he might forget about it. I knew Jake's password but had never snooped before. He trusted me completely. I unlocked it easily and spotted the Reddit icon on his home screen. My heart pounded as I opened the app and navigated to his profile. When I saw that familiar username, it felt like the floor had dropped out from under me. It really was him. He was even boasting in the comments about his clever scheme! So he was the one trying to scam me for money, and he was the one with HIV. But we'd both had medical check-ups. How could this be possible?

It had been a godawful long time. Scarlett glanced at him, and their eyes met. She sucked in a breath as she stared into those gray depths. She had been worried sick, wondering what Cameron thought of her, but now that she looked in his eyes, all she could see was desire in them. He was eye-fucking her unashamedly. She felt her wetness settle between her legs. She glanced at Jaxon, and he seemed to have figured it out; his lips were set in a thin line. He took her hand in his. “We should get going then...”

Alpha Jaxon 'Beautiful. ' I whispered, tracing my thumb on Scar's lower pink lip. She hummed, wrapping her delectable mouth around the digit. Her wet warm tongue slicked the skin, while she sucked in my thumb, pinning her hazy eyes on me. She let go with a pop, wiping her mouth with the back of her tiny hands. She did it better than she had back in our bedroom. 'Jesus Scar. ' I hissed when she guided her hand on the front of my shorts. I was already hard for her, my cock was throbbing under her scrutiny and agonizing slow touch.

The warm water began to drip down my body, and I started singing to myself. I assure you, it's the best sensation in the entire world. Mina complained, "We still have to find our mate," and I sighed somewhat. "Could you give me a moment to rest? Do you believe I don't desire a Mate as well? However, do you know who our Mate is? Alpha Kian Santos is him. The scarred Alpha, the social outcast. Do you want us to be with him for the rest of our lives? I yelled as I turned off the water while banging on my tap.

Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose. Scarred Under Moonlight became more than just a novel. It became a shared experience, one built on emotion, connection, and trust. Together, we explored love, loss, resilience, and healing. Together, we watched as characters grew, stumbled, rose, and finally found peace. That shared experience is something I will always treasure.

The teasing lilt in his voice made her pulse race, and she hated how he could so easily unbalance her. She stayed crouched behind the hedge, clutching her sweater like it could protect her dignity. “I wasn’t spying,” she muttered, half to herself, hoping he wouldn’t press further. But Damon never let her off that easily. He turned toward her fully now, his bare chest glistening faintly with sweat, scars crisscrossing his skin like a history written in flesh. His smirk deepened, that dangerous sort of charm he wore so effortlessly. He took a slow step closer, the gravel crunching beneath his shoes.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

"This is what you did to Amaranth, and now I will make sure you suffer the same death!" Luther spread gasoline everywhere. The moment Reya sniffed the distinctive and sharp smell of gasoline, she wrapped herself tightly around his foot. "Luther, are you insane? It’s me, Reya! The girl you love the most!" It was the wrong thing to say because it provoked him even further. His expression turned from blank to a hideous scowl. He glared at her vehemently, then grabbed her hair and roared in her ears.

Maybe it was just my mind messing with me, but I could sniff out the crafitness in her elegant gestures. “His scent is quite the charm, no?” she chuckled and her eyes suddenly hardened, “Besides, I’ve had people looking into things, especially after I overheard chunks of your conversation in the hallway yesterday. I had my suspicions. A hot young Alpha like Malric certainly had to have a record with girls,” she eyed me with a charming smirk that only sent shivers into my spine, “Or he was hiding something. You’re not exactly what I bargained for, I thought I’d get a run for my money.”