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Before I went downstairs I decided to hear from Luke. ' hey Luke' I said into the connection between us. There was silence for a very long minute. 'Alaia' he finally said. I signed in relief. 'i want to apologise for losing it on you. I really didn't mean to hurt you that bad, you were just at the right place at the wrong time. My wolf was craving blood and I was too slow to realize it until we started sparring'. I apologise. ' it okay, to be honest it was a fair fight, you shouldn't beat yourself over it'

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Did I just apologize? “It’s okay, I should have listened when my editor told me it wasn’t a good idea to write a piece of science fiction.” I imagined her shrugging. An awkward silence fell for a moment before we both spoke at the same time, and I gave her the opportunity to go first, asking if she had family that would miss her or perhaps a man in her life. Sadly, she didn’t which meant nobody would be coming to look for her. I had tried the pack link a couple of times by now but there was nothing. I knew there would be since we flew somewhere and we were too far for anyone in the pack to hear me. It was just the two of us together in this mess that I had created. Sebastian’s POV

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I traced my hand to my nape and slowly peeled the tape off the tattoo since it's already due, I tried to look at it using a mirror but gave up after get neck cramps. I pushed my havana brown hair over my nape, I applied a little bit make up and took my other heel and wore it and strut downstairs to meet the guys. "Let's go we'll review the mission in the van." Seth said taking one last look at me said and walked out as I followed. ***************

I started having strange feeling, like something is not right but I can't figure out what is going on. I kept on checking my phone to see if pinky will call but I was disappointed. "Mr seth Jason, are you alright?"one of the board members that am having meeting with bought me back to reality. "Am fine, sorry for the inconveniences!"I apologise and countinue with the meeting. ~~~~~~~ After the meeting was over,I rushed to my office. "What's going on?"I asked myself as I picked up my phone and dail Pinky's number but not reachable.

But when I reach for the plate, I see it—cracked clean down the middle, broken from where I dropped it in my stupid anger. “Damn it,” I pick up the broken pieces, tossing them in the trash with more force than necessary. “Screw you, Jack,” I whisper bitterly. “Get out of my damn head.” I dry my hands, pacing the kitchen once before storming out. I have a letter to write. I push open the bedroom door and step inside with a sigh. I made my way to the drawers of the bedside table; my fingers fumbled through it—empty, of course. Muttering curses under my breath, I march over to his wardrobe. Jack is an Alpha, and I know he keeps letters and often issues written orders. I rummage through the shel

she smiled. Aiys just doesn't want her mom and dad to think about Aiys. Aiys always tries to be enthusiastic and accepts her destiny. Aiys immediately filled in her cellphone data, since this afternoon her cellphone was dead and forgot to bring a charger or powerbank. While waiting for her cellphone to charge, Aiys cleaned herself and arranged the things she bought with Keysa earlier. The focal point of Aiys' eyes is on her diary, or rather a collection of poems, short stories, and quotes that Aiys wrote herself. Aiys really likes to write, since kindergarten until now, Aiys often participates in writing events. Aiys noble wrote the strands of his heart, Crawling..stepping