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In order to send chocolate cake to my wife’s old classmate who was suffering from depression, her cousin, Lucas Perry, and his family had a car accident on the highway and needed urgent surgery. My wife, Emily Perry, the attending physician, posted photos of her and her old classmate, Riley Lewis, traveling around on Instagram. When I called her that her own younger brother was still waiting for her help, she said, “Riley is dying of depression. Can’t I be with him to realize his last wish? Don’t always lie to me with such a lame excuse!” After she hung up the phone, I completely lost contact with her. Finally, Lucas and his family eventually died due to delayed rescue. I packed up all my things and left home, determined to end all ties with this cold-blooded woman. ***** I waited outside the emergency room for three hours. When the lights finally went out, the doctor came out and said in a heavy tone, “We have tried our best, but all three patients have rare diseases, and their conditions are very complicated. You have to find a doctor to perform surgery on them as soon as possible; otherwise, they will not make it tonight.” The anxiety almost made me fall to the ground. “My wife Emily Perry is their attending physician. Isn’t she here?” I asked. “We can’t contact Dr. Perry right now. She was supposed to be on duty tonight, but we can’t find her.” After hearing this, I quickly took out my cell phone and called her. Because my fingers were trembling so hard, I almost entered the wrong number. But after calling more than a dozen times, the only answer I got was a cold mechanical sound. I opened WhatsApp and sent a message to her but found she posted some pictures on Instagram ten minutes ago by chance. In that photo, she looked radiant with a bright smile and hugged the depressed Riley. They seemed to be a perfect match. She posted the photos with a sentence: [I really wanted you to know the precious life and beautiful world.] Riley liked the post on her Instagram and commented with hug and heart emojis. I held the phone until my fingers turned pale and punched the wall angrily. At such a critical moment, the reason I lost touch with her was because she was having a good time with Riley. Then, I found Riley’s number from the address book and called him directly. This time, the call quickly got through, and Riley said, “Hello, who’s speaking?” I said bluntly, “Who else could I be? I’m Emily’s husband. My wife is with you, right? Give her the phone now.” Riley paused for a second and said, “She is taking a shower now. If you have anything to say, I’ll tell her.” An unknown anger surged in my heart. Just as I was about to say something, I suddenly heard someone approaching the caller with the sound of water. I heard Emily softly asking, “Who’s calling so late at night?” I took the chance to shout to her over the phone, “Emily, Lucas was in a car accident! The three of his family are all in the hospital. You’re the one who knows their conditions the best, so go back to the hospital instead of staying with that man!” She immediately took Riley’s phone and questioned me with a cold tone when my teeth were chattering because of rage, “How did you get his phone number? What do you want to do? I’m warning you, Riley’s depression is already very serious. If you make his condition worse, I will never forgive you!” “Did you hear me? Lucas is dying. Are you going to come back to save him or not?” I said. Roy sneered disapprovingly, not taking my words seriously at all. She said, “Victor Moore, that’s enough! I know you have a problem with my relationship with Riley, but you don’t have to use such a bad excuse to force me to go back. You know I hate liars.” “Riley may die because of depression. I want to be with him to realize his last wish. I don’t have time to waste time with you here! Don’t call me again!” she added. After Emily finished shouting, she hung up the phone and blacklisted me, and I could no longer get through her number.

Suddenly, the ECG monitor in the emergency room began beeping. The doctor ran over and checked their conditions. Then, he turned to me with a serious face and the diagnosis that they wouldn’t very likely make it tonight. Meanwhile, Lucas suddenly became momentarily conscious and desperately asked for my help, holding my hand. “Victor, find Emily. She can save all of us.” Suppressing my tears, I nodded. “Okay, I’ll go right now. Just hang in there, okay?” Emily and I grew up together, and Lucas was almost my own brother. I couldn’t watch him die. Recalling the two plane tickets Emily posted on Instagram, I immediately drove to the airport after realizing they were about to leave the city an hour later. When I managed to arrive at the airport lobby, I anxiously looked for my wife among the crowd. Suddenly, I turned around and saw Riley and Emily waiting in line for their tickets. I ran to them, only to find Emily bought an orange for Riley and said softly, “Here. Eat something to fill your stomach.” As Riley shook his head, she peeled it for him and handed it to Riley patiently. “Can you eat it now?” Clenching my hands, I felt the inexplicable sadness surge in my heart. In the past, I took great care of Emily. Considering that she was a doctor who needed to perform delicate surgeries on patients, I always peeled the hard-to-peel food in order to give the best care of her hands. But when I accidentally asked her to take out the trash, she refuted me impatiently, “I can’t touch those dirty things with my hands.” I originally thought that she was just a lukewarm person. It turned out she just showed all her tenderness and patience to someone else. Thinking of Lucas, who was still in the hospital waiting for my sister to save him, I temporarily suppressed the complex emotions in my heart. Walking straight to my wife, I pulled her arm. “Emily, come back to the hospital with me immediately to perform surgery on your brother!” After seeing it was me, she shook her hand off with disgust. “That’s enough! I’m just traveling with Riley. Do you have to stalk us? Riley and I are clean!” The people around us were attracted by her voice and looked over. Although I was angry at her misunderstanding of my intentions, I had to explain everything to her. I said, “Lucas really got into an accident. His organs were ruptured, and he is still losing blood because of the crush. He is dying.” “The doctors in the hospital don’t dare to perform surgery on him. You are the only one who understands his conditions. Do you want to watch your brother die? If you don’t believe me, call the hospital, and you’ll know I am not lying,” I added. However, Emily still didn’t believe what I said and took their ticket like I didn’t exist. “You’re such a terrible liar. I know you will get along with my colleagues. You must have conspired to lie to me,” she said. “Do you think I will joke about something like this? He’s your brother, and also my brother. We grew up together with him. And now you’ve left him in the hospital because of an old classmate. You’ll regret your current choice!” After hearing what I said, Emily seemed to waver but still didn’t trust me. “Don’t be ridiculous. How could Lucas get into a car accident in the middle of the night? They know they have some disease that will prevent them from going outdoors, especially at midnight.” I said, “It’s because you asked him to buy that goddamn chocolate cake! You said you wanted a freshly made one; that was why he rushed on the road.” Hearing this, Emily sneered. “What are you talking about? I didn’t ask him to buy that kind of stuff. You’re definitely lying. Are you kidding me?” I looked at her in confusion. “What? Lucas sent me a message before, saying he would send you a chocolate cake. Half an hour later, he had a car accident!” Just then, Riley interrupted our argument. He said, “I sent him that message to buy the chocolate cake with your phone, Emily. I really miss that taste. “But I didn’t receive Lucas’ reply. It was in the middle of the night at that time; he would probably send it to us this morning. “Emily, if you’re worried, just go back with Victor. I can go there alone. I will find the most beautiful place and stay there forever.” The gate issued a reminder to board, and Riley walked away with his luggage without even looking at Emily again. But she was frightened by his last words. Fearing that he would commit suicide once he landed, she quickly ran over and hugged him. “How can you leave me alone? I’ll go with you!” She wiped her tears and said, “I don’t care about anyone else but you. Let’s get out of here!” Before leaving, she glared at me fiercely, as if blaming me for still lying to her at this time. They held hands and flew away together without even giving me the last glance. I tried desperately to call Emily back, but the security guard stopped me at the boarding gate since I didn’t have a ticket. Just then, the bad news came along with my phone ringtone. “I’m sorry, Mr. Moore, but Lucas and his parents just passed away…”

I held a funeral for Lucas and his parents. Emily’s parents also attended it and cried so hard that they almost fainted. They tried to contact Emily by calling him countless times with tears. But Emily was completely out of touch and ignored everyone’s attempts to contact her. Her inappropriate behavior almost made her parents have a heart attack. Meanwhile, Emily’s Instagram was still updated. Every day, she posted photos of her and Riley traveling around with sensational words. I felt like throwing up when I saw it and quietly turned off my phone. I thought three years of marriage would be enough to make her less heartless, only to see through her selfish nature. Although she once fell in love with Riley, I assumed our marriage meant the end of their relationship. But their love seemed to have rekindled at an inopportune time. In this case, it seemed I should help the lovebirds. I rented a house outside and planned to move out of home. I would file for divorce with Emily when she came back. On the day I was about to pack some small things, Emily and Riley came back. Their harmonious chat stopped tacitly at the sight of me. They stood so close to each other and looked so natural that they were the owners of this property. Riley wanted to explain, “Victor, I may have to stay at your house for a few days. Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to bother you, but Emily just couldn’t help worrying about me. She insisted on taking care of me until I got better.” I didn’t say anything and walked straight inside. Riley stood there, feeling a little awkward. My reaction irritated Emily, and she slammed the table with a sullen face. “Victor, what do you mean? Is this how you treat Riley’s patient explanation? I’m warning you. You are not allowed to embarrass him while he’s here. Behave yourself, and I won’t mind you lying to me last time.” “By the way, where’s Lucas? Why can’t I contact him?” she asked. I gave her a sarcastic smile. “How dare you ask where he is? You are not qualified to do that. His whole family died because of you.” Emily was stunned, and her face distorted when she pointed at me. “What the hell did you say, Victor? Are you cursing them? You know he and his parents’ disease are already making me so sad. Why did you say something like that?” She was shivering with anger and tears, as if she was really worried about Lucas. I wanted to laugh and took out my phone to show her a picture. “I still have their portrait. Do you want to take a look?” I said. On the phone was a black-and-white family photo, which was taken of Lucas and his family before they came to visit Emily. However, I could only use this lovely family photo as their portrait. Emily snatched the phone and crushed it on the ground. “Victor, you’re such a bastard. You want to divorce?” “You’re just jealous of seeing me and Riley together. That’s why you always try to attract my attention with some tricks. But you know what? It has gone too far this time,” she added. I picked up my phone and said, “I’m not jealous. I’m happy to divorce you. Wish you and Riley happy forever.” Instead of wasting my time with her, I went to my room to quietly pack my luggage. Emily stared at me in disbelief and yelled at me, “Victor Moore! If you dare to go out today, never come back again!” I just smiled and said, “I’ll draft the divorce agreement and send it to you. Remember to sign it.” Just when she rushed to stop me from leaving, Riley began to sob. “I’m sorry, Emily, this is all my fault. I ruined your marriage. I’m leaving now! It’s better for me to go back to my own home!” Hearing this, she retreated to comfort Riley and hugged him in her arms sorrowfully. “Don’t go back. I won’t abandon you no matter what happens!”

Before leaving, I told Emily that Lucas and his family were buried on a mountain, and she could go there and at least visit them when she had time. But neither did she go there nor believe me. Emily was busy looking after Riley in the hospital. The last time he cried and apologized, his mental illness relapsed, making him attempt suicide and live in the hospital. Emily stayed by his bedside for three days without sparing time to have meals and ignored everything else. After learning Lucas and his family’s death, Emily’s parents’ health went downhill. When I took them to the hospital for a body check, we ran into Emily. I saw her holding Riley’s arm. As they walked, Emily looked worried. “I haven’t heard from Lucas for a couple of days. Did he really have some kind of trouble? Even my parents started to ignore my call,” she said. Riley held her hand and said, “If something really happened to him, you’ll know. You care about him most. I have seen all your efforts for him and his family over the years.” “Maybe Victor was mad at me and said something to make them misunderstand you,” he added. Hearing this, Emily said coldly with a sullen face, “That’s right. I’ve known him for too long. My parents even treat him as their son. They believe whatever Victor says.” When they were about to return to Riley’s ward, Emily saw me and felt disgusted after a momentary shock. “What are you doing here? Why do I see you everywhere? Are you not satisfied about making Riley almost kill himself?” she shouted. Instead of arguing back at her, I just handed her a divorce agreement. “I heard that you didn’t sign for the one I mailed to your house. Luckily, I printed two copies. Sign it now,” I said. Emily looked at me with suspicion, and when she found the thing inside the file bag was really the divorce agreement, she almost tore it apart. Slapping the file bag back at me, she said angrily as the papers fell to the ground, “I’ve been so busy taking care of Riley that I can’t even have time to eat. Why do you have to trouble me at this time? I will get a divorce when I have time. You don’t need to rush me!” Emily looked very angry with her chest heaving violently as if I should be blamed for the failure of our marriage. I found it hilarious that she actually thought I failed her. Why didn’t I realize before that she had poor self-awareness? I picked up the divorce agreement, put the papers back into her hands, and insisted. “It’s just a matter of moving your fingers. How much effort does it take? Why not do it today? You don’t have to worry about me bothering you anymore after signing it.” Then, Emily really tore the agreement into pieces. She gritted his teeth and said, “You are so anxious about divorce right now because you cheated on me? Who are you here with today?” I wanted to tell her the truth that her parents didn’t feel well, but finally, I said nothing in case they would have a heart attack after knowing what this jerk had done. But Emily discovered them behind me quickly ran over there surprisingly and happily. She acted like a little girl and said to them, “Dad, Mom, why are you here? I miss you so much.” However, her mother, Olivia Jones, pushed her away directly, and her father, Josh Perry, who had always doted on her, did not even look at Emily. She hugged them again and asked, “Are you mad at me? I didn’t mean to not contact you. I just had something important to do.” “Did Victor say anything about me to you? You have no idea how terrible he was. He actually lied to me that Lucas was dead and even asked me to go back to the hospital to save him. He must have been kidding me. He’s so terrible at lying,” she said. Reminding what Lucas went through, Olivia finally lost her temper and slapped Emily in the face. She said, “How dare you say something like that to Lucas?! Your cousin’s whole family is dead! They died on the night you asked them to bring the chocolate cake in the middle of the night! You were the one who refused to save them!”

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I was kidnapped by my dad’s enemies. The kidnappers called my dad, who was a cop, and threatened him. “Mr. Murphy, your daughter is with me! If you want her alive, come here yourself! Or I’ll chop her into pieces!” The tip of the kidnapper’s knife grazed my throat, sending chills down my spine. “Another kidnapping stunt?” My dad’s voice was calm. “Aurora, you’re really despicable!” “Dad, I’m not lying! I swear I’m not!” I pleaded, my voice hoarse. “They’ll really kill me!” “Then why don’t you just die?!” His cruel curse left me stunned. “Dad…” I choked up.”I’m only 18. I don’t want to die…” “Please, Dad! Save me!” My dad hung up the phone immediately. I stood there, stunned, listening to the busy signal. Tears streamed down my face, colder than the knife at my throat. The kidnapper didn’t give up and called again.”Samuel! Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill your daughter?!” “Then go ahead and kill her!” This time, my dad’s voice was filled with anger. “No matter how much you torture or even kill her, it has nothing to do with me!” As the call ended again, I heard cheerful music on the other end, mixed with laughter from my stepmother Pamela Hughes and my half-sister Sherry Murphy. Oh, right, today is Sherry’s birthday. The three of them were having a grand celebration. The kidnapper, frustrated, called again, but my dad’s phone was off. He threw the phone in a rage. For some reason, I started laughing. The kidnapper slapped me hard. “You bitch! What are you laughing at?!” Tears fell from my eyes as I stammered, “I’m laughing because you kidnapped the wrong person…Why would he care about me? To him, I’m less than an insect…The one he truly cares about is my half-sister!” I laughed, but then suddenly started crying. I looked up at the kidnapper, begging, “I’m worthless to him. Taking me won’t help you. If you let me go, I’ll give you lots of money! I… Ouch!” A sharp knife plunged into my abdomen, and pain spread instantly. I screamed in agony. He just laughed wickedly. “Even your dad doesn’t care about you. What right do you have to live? Why don’t I send you to heaven early? Oh no, I can’t let you die that quickly! I’m going to torture you slowly. Consider it paying off your dad’s debt!” From that day on, it felt like I was in hell. He tortured me endlessly, right up until my last breath. I thought, it’s finally going to be over. This must have been my dad’s wish all along, right? Didn’t he always tell me to hurry up and die? Well, I’m about to die now. Just as he wanted. At the end of my memory, I heard the kidnapper’s eerie and distant voice. “Remember, the one who killed you isn’t me, it’s your dear dad! I’ll carve out your heart and send it to him!”

I’m dead. The killer was a ruthless kidnapper. He not only killed me but also dismembered my battered body. He cut out my heart and placed it in a beautifully wrapped box. I watched him skillfully handle my corpse, feeling nothing. Because I had become a spirit. Spirits don’t feel anything. I couldn’t feel cold, tired, or pain. I watched him deliver the gift box to my doorstep before dawn, saying, “Samuel, I bet you won’t stay indifferent when you see your daughter’s heart!” I laughed again. He’s so foolish. Too bad he missed me this time. Why would my dad care about me? If he cared even a bit, he wouldn’t have completely ignored me. Eighteen years ago, my mom loved my dad deeply. She used some tricks to get close to him and got pregnant with me. She then forced him to marry her, preventing him from marrying the woman he truly loved. So, he hated my mom and despised me, the “bastard child.” He never cared about me growing up. If he truly cared, how could he let me be killed and my body dismembered? Still, I’m curious to see his reaction to this “gift.” The door opened. It was Sherry who came out. She walked in happily, holding a gift box. Soon, there were screams and roars from inside. I floated into the room and saw the gift box overturned on the floor, with a heart rolling around. My dad angrily took out his phone and sent me a voice message. “Aurora! How could you be so cruel? It’s Sherry’s birthday. Instead of celebrating with her, you send this disgusting thing to scare her! I must have done something terrible in my past life to deserve such a hateful daughter!” I lowered my head and floated over to the heart. I squatted down and gently touched it. My translucent hand passed through the dark red flesh, but I felt no warmth. After all, it had been out of my body for so long. Even if I could feel, it would have no warmth left. I looked up at my dad’s hysterical face, wanting to tell him, “Dad, it’s not some ‘disgusting thing. It’s my heart…Just because it scared your daughter, you hate it that much?” Of course, my dad couldn’t hear my questions. He made another call, angrily ordering, “Aurora is suspected of harassment. Arrest her immediately!” I didn’t know what the person on the other end said, but he got even more agitated. “She is not my daughter!” “She is a monster!”

I remember the first time my dad called me a monster was ten years ago. Back then, my mom was bedridden with a severe illness. She was gravely ill, lying in bed and coughing up blood. I begged my dad to take her to the hospital. Pamela stopped me. She was my dad’s favorite woman, and she was several months pregnant. But for some reason, she fell down the stairs. She bled a lot. The sight of all that blood made my legs go weak, and I fainted. When I woke up, I found myself locked in a closet. Ever since I was little, whenever I made a mistake, I’d get locked in the closet. This time, I didn’t even know what I did wrong. I cried and banged on the closet door. “Dad! Let me out!” “I’m scared. It’s so dark in here!” “Dad, please let me out! I’m begging you!” No one answered. I stayed in that cramped, dark closet for a long, long time. Just when I thought I was going to die, the closet door was yanked open. My dad stood outside, his face cold. He looked at me with disgust, like I was trash. “Do you know what you did wrong?” His voice was icy. “I… I don’t know.” I shook my head in panic. “Dad, I didn’t do anything bad. I didn’t. Believe me. I didn’t push Pamela. She fell on her own.” Mentioning “Pamela” seemed to hit a nerve. His eyes flashed with anger, and he slapped me hard! “You little beast! You’re truly unrepentant! Pamela almost died because of you! She’s lucky! If anything had happened to her, I would have made you pay with your life!” My ears were ringing. It felt like all the yelling was muted. I could only stare at him, watching his mouth move. His twisted expression was like a horror painting, haunting my mind for years. It would jump out and scare me from time to time, just like now. I watched him angrily hang up the phone, glanced at the bloody heart, and frowned. I followed his gaze. Oh, it didn’t even look like a heart anymore. Its surface was covered in shiny bits, probably leftover confetti from last night’s birthday celebration. The servants hadn’t cleaned up yet. My dad’s eyes were fierce. He kicked the bloody mess with all his strength. My heart rolled out the open door. I chased after it, trying to catch it, but my hands passed right through it. I watched helplessly as my heart fell into the dirt, like discarded trash. I crouched down carefully, looking at the filthy mess. I should have felt sad. But as a spirit, I couldn’t feel sadness. Yet, I wiped my eyes. It was strange. Why were my tears falling? A phone rang inside. I turned to see my dad frowning as he answered a call. Maybe spirits have sharp senses. I easily heard the voice on the other end. It was a young girl. She’s my best friend, Marilyn Carter. “Samuel! Aurora is missing! I can’t reach her at all! Can you help me find her?” “Don’t pull the same trick twice!” My dad suppressed his anger, scolding coldly. “Marilyn, out of respect for your dad, I won’t hold this against you. But you’d better not stay friends with Aurora! And don’t contact me about anything related to her again!” He hung up forcefully, ignoring Marilyn’s explanations just like he ignored mine. I floated in front of him, staring at his disdainful expression. I couldn’t understand why he hated me so much. “Mr. Murphy! Something’s happened!” A young officer ran in, panting, “Your phone was off, I couldn’t reach you.Last night, they pulled a woman’s body from the moat! She had… Aurora’s phone and wallet on her!”

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My sugar daddy’s first love came back. So I stepped out and decided to marry a tycoon. Little did I know, I was already pregnant with the baby of my sugar daddy.

Recently, I found myself plagued by an intense itchiness in my most private area, accompanied by an unfamiliar discharge. It had me scared. Shockingly, online search results suggested it might have been due to frequent sexual activity or having multiple partners. But that didn’t make sense. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. The more I read, the more uneasy I felt. I couldn’t bring myself to confide in anyone as I was terrified of the judgmental stares. So, I snuck off to the hospital for a check-up. What I hadn’t anticipated was that my older sister’s boyfriend, Michael Thompson, would be the one to see me! Discreetly, I opened my phone, located my sister Emily Johnson’s chat, and meticulously compared the photo she had sent me. It confirmed my worst fear. Instantly, embarrassment flooded my cheeks. How could there be a male doctor in gynecology? And to make matters worse, it was Emily’s boyfriend! I had only ever heard Emily mention that her boyfriend was a doctor, but she had never specified gynecology. At that moment, I wanted to bolt. It was just too awkward. But before I could even turn, the door to the consultation room swung open. “Samantha Johnson!” I instinctively let out a sound, feeling everyone’s gaze, including Michael’s. I wished I could just disappear. But leaving then would have only made things worse. With a deep breath, I stepped into the consultation room. Thankfully, Michael didn’t recognize me. Well, we had never met before. I only knew him from the photo Emily had given me. It was perfectly normal for him not to recognize me. Thinking this way, I felt a small sense of relief. I would just treat it like any other check-up with a stranger. Just as I began to feel a bit relieved, he dropped a bombshell. “Take off your skirt and lie on the bed,” Michael said, eyeing my skirt. “I… I have to take off my skirt?” I was beyond shocked. What if he found out I was Emily’s sister? And what if Emily found out? How could I let Michael do this kind of thing? But now I was caught in a dilemma. I couldn’t just say I was Emily’s sister and refuse his treatment. Then how would he see me in the future? Would he think I led a chaotic private life? And if he happened to develop negative feelings towards Emily in the process, my guilt would be even greater. “It’s just a routine check-up to rule out any potential underlying issues. Early detection leads to early treatment.” He paused for a moment. “In a doctor’s eyes, there’s only the patient, no distinction between genders,” he added, perhaps trying to ease my embarrassment and concern over his gender. At this point, I had run out of excuses to avoid the situation. So, I braced myself. After all, he didn’t know me, and I could pretend not to know him. Plus, what if my condition was serious? What if delaying treatment worsened it? Lying on the hospital bed, I closed my eyes. “Take off your skirt and your underwear.” His voice snapped me back to reality. My face flushed red, and I awkwardly complied, feeling like the whole world was watching. It was as if everyone knew, and my mind was in turmoil. Here I was, undressing in front of Emily’s boyfriend. I wished I could disappear, wished nobody knew me. “Spread your legs.” Oh god! Was I going to expose myself like this to Michael? Reluctantly, I complied and exposed my most intimate part. I felt mortified, and at that moment, I could sense the intrusion of something.

I felt like a cold instrument was prying open the most private part of me, a place never before seen by a man. The chill sent shivers down my spine. And then it hit me. I needed to pee! At that moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole. I tried my best to hold it in, but Michael gave me a reassuring pat. “Relax.” I trembled, almost losing control. Thankfully, Michael’s examination was gentle. Unlike what I’d read online about doctors being rough, he was nothing like that. His touch was soft, gradually calming me down. But my mind couldn’t stop racing. What if Michael found out my identity? What if Emily found out? Panic and an indescribable thrill consumed me. No one could be in a more awkward situation than I was at that moment. Unable to resist, I cautiously peeked through the gaps between my fingers, which were covering my eyes. I had to admit Emily had excellent taste in men. Even with a mask on, he still looked great. I had seen Michael’s photos before. He looked handsome in pictures, but in person, he was even more striking, with a remarkable presence. He conducted the examination meticulously and earnestly, treating me like any other patient without a hint of impure thoughts. However, when his fingers entered for the examination, the stark contrast between their warmth and the coldness of the instrument sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but tremble, feeling my strength drain away. My body involuntarily squirmed, and his fingers seemed to stick to me like suction cups. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, leaving me feeling light-headed and almost weightless, as if I were floating, disconnected from my body. So, this was what it felt like between a man and a woman during lovemaking. And to think, he was Emily’s boyfriend! My mind, as if a floodgate had been opened, began to entertain increasingly bold thoughts as his examination continued. What if Michael and I…

My cheeks were burning, probably as red as a tomato. I could feel the heat radiating off them. Would he be more forward if he knew who I was? Would it be even more exhilarating? No one outside could fathom the unique relationship between me and the doctor inside. Suddenly, through the gaps between my fingers, I noticed stains on the blue disposable mattress. The discovery stunned me. I had wet myself in front of Michael! How could I be so sensitive? I was here for a medical examination. Michael was just doing his job. How could I react like this? This discovery sent me into a panic, making me feel like the world was slipping away from me. I wanted to get up, but Michael’s hand gently pressed against my abdomen, the warmth of his palm draining my resistance. I lay back on the hospital bed, feeling too weak to even consider the implications of my relationship with Michael or think about the future or Emily. All I wanted was for him to have something that could truly come inside, embrace me, melt me, and make us one. My mind went blank, and I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip, letting out soft moans. It was as if I was urging him, tempting him to take control, even if he was Michael. All I could feel was the incredible comfort below my abdomen, tingling and soothing. It was like my soul had drifted away. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited I had become. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Michael holding a mirror, which he had somehow retrieved without me noticing, aimed at my private area. I saw my most intimate parts. It startled me, bringing me back to reality. And then, I realized that the source of my comfort was Michael’s hand. The instrument had been removed without me noticing. His fingers were completely enveloped by the delicate folds of my flesh, giving me an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. As his fingers moved within me, it felt like they were touching my soul. All I could think about was pulling him close, merging our bodies. As I quivered, I couldn’t help but wonder what Michael was planning. This was way beyond what a doctor should be doing. I had some vague suspicions, but I didn’t dare to dwell on them too much. He had been Emily’s boyfriend, after all! Despite wanting to resist, my body kept responding to him. It was incredible how comforting this sensation could be. But in my haze, I noticed Michael’s white coat had disappeared, and he stood before me completely naked. His movements became rougher, and his eyes seemed bloodshot and excited like he wanted to consume me. Listening to his heavy breaths and deep voice, I trembled. Even though he was Emily’s boyfriend, I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. Suddenly, I felt a surge of jealousy towards Emily. Why had he belong to her? Why couldn’t he be mine? As long as I kept quiet, who would know? I looked up, my gaze soft. Suddenly, my legs instinctively wrapped around Michael’s waist. He leaned in closer, locking eyes with me, his expression carrying a hint of an unreadable smile. “Samantha, You’re soaked…”

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I was an Alpha’s daughter, sheltered and petted, and had just yesterday married my childhood friend. Joyce had always been sweet to me, so I thought he would be a good husband. Little did I know, he had a cruel streak that was going to destroy my whole world. Just after our wedding day. “You know, Evelyn,” he says, interrupting me and taking a step closer so that he’s glaring down at me. “I really thought a girl like you – you know, a pretty girl, a noble girl, would be trained to please her husband. I am so…disappointed. To find that you’re not.” My eyes instantly fill with tears. “Joyce,” I whisper “What did I –“ He comes close to me so that I can smell the whiskey on his breath. “making love to you,” he whispers, “is like a dead fish. You just lay there” he grits his teeth, “like a piece of meat. I wanted a wife to meet my needs, and now I’m tied to you, you pathetic, whiny little pup, forever.” Joyce turns away from me and walks to the window, shaking his head. “What a waste.” I am shocked and mortified. I stand in the middle of the room, wearing only my lacy thong and my stilettoes, trembling as tears stream down my face. “We’ve only had one night,” I whisper. Should I have known what to do? I was so scared – I’ve lived such a sheltered life and, of course, came to my wedding bed a virgin to honor my husband. Joyce laughs and won’t look at me. “Once was enough.” “I can,” I murmur, “I can…get better…” Joyce turns to me, snarling. Suddenly he’s in front of me, wrapping his hand against my throat, pushing me backwards until my back hits the wall. “You can’t get better,” he spits out, “because you don’t have it in you.” “You’re a fucking wolf, Evelyn” his teeth are fully bared now. “A wolf, and you fuck like a rabbit. I thought I would wake it up in you when I took you to bed, but you were…pathetic.” He snaps out the last word. I can feel his spittle drip down my cheek. “You’re no Alpha’s wife,” he says, releasing me to walk away. I drop to my knees, sobbing and gasping. I always knew Joyce was powerful and proud, but I have never seen him cruel. “Joyce,” I cry out, desperate. “Joyce, I’m sorry – I didn’t know! I’ll do anything you want – I’ll learn, I can change!” “Change?!” Joyce furiously grabs me by my hair and hauls me to my feet. “You can’t change what you are, you omega fucking bitch.” He drags me across the room and hurls me into the closet where I fall into a heap. He slams the doors shut and I’m suddenly in darkness, my only light coming from a crack between the two French doors. I hear the closet’s lock click. “You want to learn, Evelyn?” I hear Joyce’s words faintly – he’s across the room by the door to our suite now. “Then watch how a real woman pleases an Alpha. And if you make a fucking noise,” I hear the suite’s door creek as he begins to pull it open, “I’ll gut you like the prey you are.” I scramble for the door and press my eye to the crack. I hear a laugh – a woman’s laugh! – and the sound of footsteps. Two figures come into my line of sight – Joyce, and someone else in silky pink chiffon. Joyce growls and pulls the woman’s head back by her hair, exposing her throat. He runs his sharp teeth down the length of her neck and she laughs, running her hands down my husband’s chest, stomach, lower – until she – I gasp and slap my hands across my mouth. Her hand slips into Joyce’s pants and she groans. He growls and kisses her suddenly on the mouth, hard and slow. She pulls away and runs her hands through his hair, worshipping him. “I only exist to please you, Master,” she says, dropping to her knees and reaching up to unbuckle his belt. Joyce takes a step back so that he leans against the footboard of our bed and I finally see the face of my betrayer. Emma, my own sister, who stood next to me yesterday at my wedding. I fall back into the closet, unable to watch any further, and cry until my eyes are dry. Minutes or hours later – I’m really not sure – I wipe the tears off my face with the palms of my hands, trying to put my world back together. Was it a nightmare? It must have been, except…it was so far beyond anything my mind could have created, even in the darkest dream. My heart is completely shattered. My sister on her knees…my husband…the day after my wedding… Slowly, something awakens in me and I feel warmth spreading through my chest and my veins. Rage, anger, power. I have been embarrassed and betrayed – but damnit, I am my father’s daughter. I will not be humiliated like this. My lips pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I discover that what I want is not my husband’s back, but revenge. My Alpha husband wanted to teach me how to please him, but what he really awoke in me was something more powerful: my own Alpha nature. It has been sleeping inside me, but now it’s awake and hungry for vengeance. I rise to my feet and feel around the dark closet, stopping when my hands feel silk. I pull the dress off the hanger and slip it on. Dress is a generous term, I think, as lace cups my breasts and silk pools around my hips. This is more like lingerie, which I had intended to wear tonight when Joyce and I returned from the Alpha party. This morning I’d have been mortified to be seen in public wearing this. But now, everything has changed. I hunt around on the floor until I find a bobby pin and bend it into the right shape, working it into the lock and quickly turning the tumblers to release myself. I smirk as I walk steadily into the empty room. See, Joyce? I have some skills you wouldn’t expect from a nobleman’s daughter. I stride out of the room and walk boldly down the hallway, drawing eyes wherever I go, but I don’t give them any notice. I’m only looking for one thing. I enter the ballroom. Servants are just putting out their finishing touches on the annual Alpha party, which is a triumph of marble and gold. But that’s not what I came for. I scan the ranks of arriving guests, looking…there. At the top of the balcony stairs, Victor leans against the railing, swirling a Manhattan in his glass. Victor, heir to the Alpha throne, who outranks Joyce in every way and is two inches taller than him to boot. Perfect. I move towards him, keeping my eyes locked on his face, moving in a graceful prowl I didn’t know I had in me before tonight. As I move up the stairs he glances up once, and then twice, his lips falling open as I hold eye contact. “So, how have I never met you before?” He leans against the balcony. I close the gap between us and softly tug the half-full glass of whiskey from his hand.

I’ve been around, I say, my voice low and husky. “I thought I knew everyone in my kingdom,” he says, subtly scenting the air between us, trying to catch a whiff of my scent. “Not your kingdom yet,” I say, smirking, “and apparently, not everyone.” I take a cheeky sip from his glass. I lean in closer, turning my face up to him, bearing my neck. He can smell me now, I know, smell my unique scent as well as my desire. A growl rumbles in his chest. “Who are you,” he says, standing up to tower over me, closing the distance between us so that there is just a sliver of space. “Who is your sire.” “I’m single, and Alpha born,” I say, holding the space between us though every instinct in me tells me to quail. “Don’t worry. I’m no cheap piece of meat.” This time, he lets the growl slip between his teeth. “Come on,” I say, pulling Victor away to a dark corner alcove. “Let’s dance.” Inside, I stand close to Victor and begin to sway my hips to the music that the DJ just stared playing. I looking up into Victor’s face, breathing him in, relishing his smell, like winter air and pine. Starting to feel the music, I shake my head so that my hair cascades across my bare shoulders, but Victor takes my chin in his palm and makes me look up at him. “What’s your name,” he asks. “Evelyn Walsh,” I smile and then turn, pressing my back to his body, letting him feel me. Victor breathes out, a sharp breath, and then I feel him start to move with me. He runs a hand down my side, the other wrapping around my stomach, pressing me closer. As we dance, I feel that new thing rising within me, the wolf that’s never before had a reason to raise its head. But now I feel it racing, a wild thing finally freed. I laugh and reach my arms up, wrapping them around Victor’s neck. Victor turns my face and claims my mouth, as I wanted him to, unable to resist. He kisses me hard, his breath coming heavy against my lips. “Fuck,” he says, breaking away. “I can’t do this.” “No, it’s okay,” I say, closing the distance between us. “I want this. It can just be one night.” “One night,” he growls, clenching his teeth as I run my hand down his stomach, lower, as I saw my sister do earlier tonight. He grabs me by that hand and gives me a warning look as I smirk, knowing I’ve won. “Let’s go,” he says, tugging me towards the entrance, “and be discreet.” Victor takes me back to his room, checking around every corner to make sure we aren’t be seen. As soon as the door shuts, he is on me, running his hands across my body, down my back, grabbing my ass. I give into the impulses that claim my mind, telling me to get closer, to touch more. I hastily pull my dress up over my head, tossing it to the ground and stepping forward. But Victor steps back, away from me, and for a moment I hesitate. Then I see his eyes, hungry, devouring me as I stand before him naked except, again, for my thong and high heels. “God, Evelyn,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Evie,” I whisper, a little breathless. “Call me Evie.” Then, there’s no stopping us. We come together, Victor lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around him, kissing him, running my hands through his hair. He carries me over to the floor-to-ceiling window and presses me against it – I gasp as the cold glass touches my skin. I slip down against the window until I’m lower and I can Victor against me, his hard cock pulsing. I pull his shirt over his head. “How do you like it?” “Um,” I say, biting my lip, suddenly shy. “I don’t…I don’t know.” “Then I’ll show you,” he says, lowering me to the floor. I run my hands down his rippling abs and then slide his shorts off his body. “Fine,” I say taking in the sight of his full, magnificent body – his dick hard and thick. I can feel myself growing slick, ready. Victor turns me around, pressing himself hard against my ass. Then he puts a hand between my shoulder blades and presses gently. “Hands against the window,” he says. I comply. Victor slides my panties off and moves his foot between my heels, tapping against the inside of my shoes to demand, wordlessly, that I spread my legs. I do. I feel him slowly run his hand up the inside of my thigh, higher, higher, until – I inhale sharply, feeling him slowly trail a finger across my wetness, toying with me. I moan as he adds another finger, slipping inside me, and then dipping lower to touch me at my crest. I moan louder now, my knees going weak. Victor pulls his hand away. “More,” I moan, and the next thing I feel is something harder, thicker, pushing against my sex. “Fuck, Evie,” he says, pressing into me, “fuck it, I can’t wait.” Suddenly, he’s inside of me, sheathed to the hilt, and I press my hands against the glass, crying out as I feel every inch of him inside of me. Victor moves, hard, fast, holding my hips against him. I can feel him lean over me, his stomach touching my back, as he fucks me from behind. Suddenly, he pulls away from me, and turns me around, picking me up again and carrying me to the bed. “Please,” gasp as he puts me down on top of the clean, soft sheets. “Please,” I beg, pressing my mouth against him, climbing on top, needing more.

Victor holds me by the back of the neck, biting my shoulder as he reaches down and grabs his cock, and then, gloriously, he’s inside me again. I sit up and arch my back, writhing my hips against him. I look down into Victor’s eyes, my mouth open in awe. I never knew it could feel this good. I press my hands against his chest and close my eyes, moving my hips faster, faster, until – I hear Victor curse beneath me and open my eyes to see him gasp, and then clench his teeth as he comes. The sight of him – so powerful, so strong – sends me over the edge and I yell out, seeing stars and falling forward on top of his chest where I lay, panting and smiling. “God,” I say, after a few minutes have passed. “If I knew it felt like that…I’d have been doing this a long time ago.” Victor cups my ass and laughs softly. “Well get ready,” he says. “You’re about to do it again.” I smile and kiss him. “Yes, Alpha. Whatever pleases you.” In the morning, I wake tangled in the sheets. I blink the sleep away and sit up, looking around. “Victor?” There’s no answer. I move to get out of the bed and hear the crumple of a paper. Turning over, I pick it up. STAY HERE, EVELYN. I’LL STRAIGHTEN THIS OUT. DON’T LEAVE THE ROOM. My stomach drops and, on instinct, I reach for my phone before realizing – duh, of course – it’s not there. Frantically, I grab the remote and turn on the TV to the local news. Has there been some kind of disaster? Then I drop the remote, horrified, suddenly, to be confronted with pictures myself – my face ­– splashed across the screen. “These photos were taken just last night,” says the journalist voiceover, “of soon-to-be Alpha Victor Kensington cavorting with an unknown floozie. Citizens are outraged, as this goes directly against Kensington’s well-known stance on family values.” I gasp as more pictures scroll across the screen. Pictures of me, pictures of me and Victor, pictures of me and Victor dancing in what I thought was our secret alcove – walking down the hall…disappearing into this room. And – oh my God – pictures of us in this room, taken from outside the window – oh my god the window – My hands pressed up against the glass, with Victor behind me – I throw the remote across the room and pull the blankets over my head, sick at what I’ve seen. The fucking paparazzi – I should have known. Of course, I’ve never had a reason to even think about them before –my father has kept me safe at home, no one cares about what I do. The sound changes on tv and I peek out from beneath my blanket. There’s a podium set up on a stage now with reporters gathered before it. A blue box at the top of the screen reads “LIVE.” As I watch, a figure walks onto stage – a too familiar figure: green-eyed, well-muscled, a gaze that could stop a freight train. Victor. I cover my mouth with my hand and lean forward, rapt. “Ladies and gentlemen of the press,” he starts, flashing everyone his trademark smile. “Thank you for attending this early-morning press conference which I have called to stave off the rumors.” Lightbulbs start to flash in the crowd. “As I know many of you are aware,” he begins to smirk, “some rather…racy photographs were released last night, without my permission. “I want to begin by putting to rest the rumors that this was an illicit affair. As your future Alpha leader, I take my actions very seriously. While I wished to keep our new relationship personal for awhile, the press has forced my hand.” He glares at them. “The woman in the photos is not just a one-night-stand, but instead my new girlfriend – Alpha-born Evelyn Walsh, daughter of John Walsh, our nation’s Director of the Interior.” The reporters go mad, shouting out questions. Victor begins to respond, but suddenly a snarl rips out from the back of the room. The primary television camera pivots and turns its own attention to the wolf at the back of the hall, standing with his feet apart, his teeth bared, ready to kill. A shriek claws its way from my throat. Joyce. “Bullshit,” he growls, his chest heaving, his claws beginning to emerge from his fingertips. “Evelyn Walsh is my WIFE!” Joyce charges into the crowd, heading straight for Victor. The reporters scream and scatter and then – the feed cuts out to commercial. I pant and stare at the screen, unbelieving. I wanted revenge, yes, but this has spun out of control. Everything fell apart after that. I can’t say I regret ruining Joyce’s life, but Victor’s…I never meant for that to happen. His reputation was ruined after the press discovered that he lied at a live press conference and slept with another Alpha’s wife. Joyce sued me for infidelity and had me marked as rogue. I was expelled from the pack. After two months of scraping by on my own, I got an even bigger surprise in the form of a positive pregnancy test taken in the bathroom of a gas station. That’s where the world turned for me. I decided my child wasn’t going to suffer for my mistakes. I applied to a smaller, more progressive pack and enrolled in graduate school. It wasn’t easy at the start, trying to raise twin boys and study on the side, but I was determined. Six years later, I see the events of that night as a blessing. I am now a counselor who helps people every day make their relationships stronger. And best of all, I have Ian and Alvin – my twin boys, my stars, my lights in the darkness. Little did I know, my past was just about to return and put it all in jeopardy.

“I need to taste you right now, Evelyn.” Mark’s voice is thick with desire. “Get your ass up here.” I smirk at him, enjoying the view from my position kneeling down by his hips. Mark is all stretched out on my bed, six-foot-five inches of tanned, brawny lycanthrope handcuffed to my headboard. He’s all mine, for now. “I don’t know, baby,” I purr, hiking my silky blue nightgown up over my thighs and straddling him, writhing my hips against him in a way that makes him gasp. “I think I like you just like this.” Mark growls at me and bares his teeth to reveal his sharp incisors. “Come here,” he commands. I laugh softly and crawl up his body, running my hands over every inch of him as I go. “So impatient,” I whisper as I brush his lips with mine. “Uncuff me,” he pants. “I have to fuck you. Now.” I kiss him slowly and move my hand to the bowl on the bedside table where I keep the key, but my fingers slip against empty porcelain. I pull away from Mark in confusion. “Did you move the key, Mark?” I ask, sitting back and so I can look all around. Did it fall under the bed? “Baby,” he says, “please…don’t tease me like this.” “No, really,” I say, tucking a strand of my long brown hair behind my ear. “It’s gone.” The muffled sound of giggles erupts from the hallway. We have our answer. “Boys,” I call, glaring at the door. “You owe Mark an apology.” The door cracks open and two pairs of impish eyes peek around the corner. Ian, slightly braver than his twin Alvin, laughs and pushes the door open. “If he can’t get out on his own,” he says, bounding into the room, “he deserves to stay locked up!” His eyes are bright as he leaps onto the bed. “We know this is mommy’s favorite game – we added a twist!” He smiles wickedly as he begins to bounce around. “It’s no fun if there’s no challenge.” Alvin tiptoes softly into the room, characteristically cautious and shy. “We won’t do it again,” he says, making his way to the top of the bed and artfully unlocking the cuffs with a bent paper clip. “We hid the key!” Ian says, bouncing higher. “We don’t remember where we put it! But we don’t need it anyway.” I narrow my eyes at my boys – I didn’t raise them to be rude. I reach out a hand to snatch Ian by the waist and pull him down to me in a hug. “Enough jumping,” I say, placing a kiss precisely on his nose. “Too early for that, and I haven’t had my coffee. Plus, Mark is waiting for his apology.” “Sorry, Mark!” The boys chorus, Ian’s voice bright and insincere, Alvin’s soft and earnest. “Um…” I hear Mark say from beneath me, his voice unusually timid. I look down and am surprised to see that he’s bright red. “Can I…” he murmurs, “have my pants, please?” I laugh gently at him and reach forward to caress his face, enjoying the feeling of his rough stubble against my palm. “No need to be a prude, Mark, it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. We’re not shy about bodies in this house.” “Yeah!” Says Ian, smiling down at him. “It’s natural! Hey, are you our dad?” Alvin perks up at the question and turns wide, hopeful eyes towards Mark. I laugh at both of them and give Ian a nudge. “Okay, now you really are making him uncomfortable. You know he’s not your dad – the man who sired you is far, far away, and he’s not coming around anytime soon. Uncle Mark is just mommy’s friend,” I say, smiling. “Sometimes he sleeps over.” They’re so curious about their father’s identity, and I don’t mind. They’re just kids. But no way in hell will I ever tell them that secret. “Go on, babies, get ready for school and I’ll come make you breakfast,” I say, ruffling their hair and pushing them towards the door. Mark rubs his wrists and watches them go. “You have a…unique way of handling things, in this house,” he says. I don’t take it as criticism. “It’s true,” I shrug. “But there’s no reason they should grow up with outdated, old fashioned ideas about sex and relationships. I am an independent woman,” I say, leaning my body forward and stretching out against the length of him. “And I’m not going be ashamed of that, especially not in front of my boys.” I run my hand down the length of Mark’s obliques, and then lower, feeling him harden against me. “Now,” I murmur, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. “I still have time before the boys go to school. Where were we?” Our kitchen is a cheerful one, with bright sunshine flooding in through the windows and the smell of coffee in the air. Alvin reads the back of his cereal box while Ian tips toy army men into his mostly-empty bowl, watching them drown in the dregs of milk. I sip slowly from my mug, relishing the warmth that floods my body. I close my eyes for a moment and smile, remembering Mark’s performance this morning. A man of many talents, not least of which are in the bedroom. Now that he’s gone, though, I turn my focus to more important things. “Homework done?” I say, moving to the table to collect my boys’ empty bowls. “Yes!” They chorus. “We have good news, mama,” Alvin says, beaming up at me. I raise my eyebrows at him, inviting him to say more. “We’re going to be in a quiz competition!” Ian takes up the conversation seamlessly, something he’s been doing since the twins learned to talk. Alvin and Ian are so different, I think, looking them over as I put their bowls in the sink. But sometimes they seem like they’re two halves of one person, able to speak each other’s mind. “Oh really?” I ask, “a quiz competition? How did you enter that?” “They invited us,” Alvin says, stepping away from the table and neatly pushing in his chair. “After we played so much on the quiz website and did so well.” He shrugs slightly. “We always know all the answers.” I frown and lean against the counter. “Quiz website? When did you do that?” “At school,” Ian says, collecting his army men and putting them – still wet – in his pocket. “We get bored in kindergarten, and the teacher lets us use the computer. We found the quiz website all on our own, and we got all the answers right, and they want us to come compete!” I nod and smile at the boys, making a mental note to have a conversation with their teacher about how they spend their class time. “Okay,” I say, “Let me look at the details and we’ll see. In the meantime!” I clap my hands twice. “Get your backpacks! Time to go!” The walk to school is quick and I enjoy the crisp air as we walk. Ian scampers ahead, looking for frogs in the damp grass, but Alvin stays close to me, holding my hand. “Mama,” he says softly. “Do you think Daddy will see us in the quiz competition?” I am surprised by the question and look down into his big brown eyes. I run my hand over his hair and cup his cheek in my palm. “Why do you ask, Alvin? Why all these questions about your dad today?” He shrugs and looks away; I can tell he is a little disappointed. Ian is suddenly next to both of us, though I didn’t notice him listening or looking back. “We just want to make him proud,” Ian says, smiling wide and revealing the gap left by the loss of his front tooth just last week. “Don’t worry about that, boys,” I say. “I’m proud enough of you for two parents, all on my own. A thousand parents!” I wrinkle my nose at them, and we hear the school bell ring softly in the distance. “Oh no!” Alvin says, genuinely concerned. “We’re going to be late!” The walk home after I drop the boys off at school is some of the only me-time I get during the day. After this, it’s all work, work, work. As I walk, I pull my phone from my back pocket and open my favorite guilty pleasure app, CelebGoss. Unfortunately, the first thing pops up on the page is not an anonymous, vapid celebrity arrested for a DUI. Instead, it’s Victor. Victora and Amelia, Back Together, Hotter than Ever, the headline reads, followed by dozens of photos of our future Alpha King and his supermodel mate lounging on the beach, her sipping cocktails, him groping her ass. I feel my cheeks turn red and return my phone to my pocket. “Not interested,” I mutter. The last thing I need to see are pictures of Victor and his mate in the next chapter of their toxic relationship. What are the chances that today, of all days, my sons ask twice about their father and then his picture is the first thing I see when I open my phone? Is the universe trying to tell me something? I shake away the anxious thought and hurry home. I promised myself a long time ago that Victor would never know about our children. It’s a secret I plan to take to the grave.

I wave goodbye to Melissa, my client, as she wipes her eyes and walks to her car. She’s going to be all right – but wow, what an exhausting session. As she drives away I click my phone open and check my email, pleased to see that the confirmation I was looking for is there. “Boys!” I call, “get your shoes!” My children clatter around in the living room before spilling into the hallway, Ian hopping on one foot as he pulls on his sneaker. Alvin carries his shoes carefully and sits down to tie his laces. “What’s happening, mama?” I feign surprise, teasing them. “What, didn’t you want to go to the quiz show?” “Really, mama?!” Ian’s face lights up and he throws himself against me in a hug. “We can really go?!” I laugh and hug him back as Alvin joins us. “Well, you earned it, and I could use a break from my work. I contacted the show and it’s all real – you earned your place. Since you qualified together, though, you have to play as one. Are you okay with that?” “Yes!” they say together, two pairs of bright brown eyes smiling up at me. “Okay, into the car!” I say, smacking their bums as they pass. Off we go. “Alvin and Ian Ortega,” the receptionist says, her eyes wide. “This…this is them?” I nod, a hand on the shoulder of each boy. “Yes,” I say. “Is there a problem?” “No,” she says, shaking her head, surprise clear on her face. “They’re just so…young. You know,” she tears her eyes away from them and looks at me, “most of the contestants on this show are…adults. Doctors. Lawyers. Educated people.” “It’s not a mistake!” Alvin chimes in. “We qualified!” He slips his printed-out paper onto the desk. Ian gives the receptionist a gap-toothed grin. “Well,” the receptionist said, taking up the paper. “I guess…everything’s in order!” She laughs, “you’re the youngest contestants we’ve ever had! This will make for quite a show.” The receptionist waves a hand at the backstage door and the boys scamper off towards it. As I begin to follow, she stops me with a light hand on my arm. “You know, you really are lucky,” she breathes, “to have two such children, so handsome, so smart…” I smile warmly at her and gently pull my arm away. “Thanks,” I say. “I know. I count my blessings every day.” I catch up with my boys at the door and wrap each up in a hug, placing a kiss on the top of their heads. “Be good,” I said. “Try hard, of course, but overall you must remember to have fun, and be polite.” I narrow my eyes at Ian in particular. “No funny business.” “Okay, mama,” Alvin says, smiling his sweetest smile. “I wish dad were here,” Ian says, looking at me a little wistfully. “I want him to be proud.” My stomach turns with guilt, but I put on a smile anyway. “We’ve talked about this, boys. Your father is a great man, but he’s very busy – he’s out there doing big, big work, and helping people. He loves you,” I say, hoping, deep down, that it’s not a lie. “He just needs to be somewhere else. But he’s out there, thinking about you, and he’s proud.” The boys nod at the familiar story and a stagehand calls “Ortega?” from the backstage area. I gently push the boys forward and watch them run away to be prepared in hair in makeup, or whatever they do. I shrug and move to the craft services table, pouring myself a cup of coffee. The competition is very intense. I sit in the audience with my hands wrapped together in my lap, my legs bouncing with anticipation. I try to keep my face smooth so that if the boys look out into the audience they will find their mother placid and serene. Ha, what a lie. “Is the answer….magnesium?” Alvin ventures, his voice tremulous. The boys stand on stage behind a podium. Their answer appears in text on the front of the podium. A big pause, and then… “Yessssssssss!” The announcer shouts enthusiastically, and the crowd goes wild, me included. I am on my feet clapping for my boys, shouting their names. “You’ve done it!” The announcer says, “On to the final round! Congratulations, Ian and Alvin Ortega – you have the chance to be champions of Quizzzzz Nation! We’ll be back, after this commercial break!” A red light above the stage goes off and assistants rush around, blotting the host’s face with makeup, moving Alvin and Ian to a new set of podiums where they will face the previous champion, a scientist from LA. He generously shakes hands with the boys, who, I am pleased to see, greet him politely despite their excitement. “Thirty seconds,” an announcer says. Stagehands scatter and I take my seat. “Now before we get into the final level, let’s take a moment to get to know our newest contestants. Alvin and Ian,” the announcer says, leaning casually against their podium. “You are our youngest contestants ever and have, amazingly, made it to the final round on your first try. To what do you owe your amazing accomplishment?” “Our mom is real smart,” says Ian, and the crowd laughs. I blush and smile. The announcer smiles back at them, charmed. “And what will you do, if you win Quiz Nation? Spend your money on big prizes?” “We’re gonna find our dad!” Ian says, and the crowd hushes awkwardly. I huff out a breath of air and paste a smile on my face. What is with the dad stuff lately? “Yeah,” says Alvin. “Our dad is real busy, but we want him to know he can be proud.” “I am sure…he is very proud of you already,” the announcer says, a little stiffly, and then moves on the show. “Let’s play Quizzzzzzz Nation!” The competition continues, heating up as the twins fend off question after question. Behind the stage, an intern walks up to the title sponsor, carrying the trophy in her hand. “Um, sir?” she says, not daring to tug on his sleeve to get his attention. “What,” the man snarls, spinning to turn his angry attention to her instead of to the woman with whom he’s arguing. “Um, it’s almost time to present the trophy?” The intern whispers. The man grabs the trophy from her and she skitters away. He could care less about Quiz Nation, it’s just another media appearance to demonstrate to his people that he’s invested in arts and culture. Whatever. “It’s just not in the cards right now,” Amelia says to him, her arms elegantly folded across her chest. She leans back slightly, unphased by his rage. “I’m not having a baby.” “Deciding you’d rather defer having children for another time is different” he growls, “than getting pregnant and taking abortion pills to kill my child. Did you do it?!” His face grows red with rage. “Look, leave those stupid rumors aside, Victor,” she says, cool under pressure. “The fact is, I’m not into having a family right now. My career is on the rise – I’m scheduled to walk at Paris fashion week in the spring. I’m not giving that up to pop out a kid.” She narrows her eyes at him. “You never respected my career, my dreams. I don’t just exist to fulfill your demands and bear your pups. I have a life too, Victor,” she says, turning away in disgust. “I’m not playing your game.” Victor stands, clenching his teeth and rubbing his brow. His Beta comes forward to stand next to him, silent in black, but there if Victor needs him. “Maybe you’re right,” Victor says, rubbing his brows. “Maybe we do need to go to counseling.” “It can’t hurt, sir,” the Beta says, stoic. “In the meantime,” he gestures towards the trophy still gripped in Victor’s hand. “Right,” Victor says, “this stupid thing. What’s this show called, again?”

There’s a pop and confetti fills the air. “Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer shouts, “for the first time ever, we have a tie for the win of Quiz Nation!” The twins jump in the air, shouting amongst the noise, while the two contestant podiums display the same final answer written across their fronts. The announcer presses his finger to his ear, listening to his tiny earphone. “I am told,” he says, “that according to the Quiz Nation handbook, that we are obliged,” he pauses, letting the crowd cool down to listen, “to award the Quiz Nation title to the returning champion!” Half of the crowd cheers while the other half boos, clearly rooting for Alvin and Ian. I boo along with them, disappointed for my boys. “The rules state that in the rare case of a tie, the team with the smaller number of players wins! As Alvin and Ian are a pair, and Jim played individually, he is our winner! All of this knowledge coming from one brain instead of two is just a more impressive feat.” The boys’ faces fall in disappointment. “But we worked so hard!” Ian shouts. “And we’re so young -” “But that’s not all!” he announcer says, interrupting him. “In recognition of their great accomplishment, today Alvin and Ian Ortega are being awarded the rare People’s Choice award, to honor them for winning our hearts! Congratulations, boys!” I laugh as the boys begin to jump and cheer again, their sadness easily wiped away. I guess any trophy is just as good to them. As the boys rush forward to wave to the audience, I slip out of the room, hoping to get a bathroom break before I meet the boys backstage. All that coffee was a mistake. On stage, Alvin and Ian shake hands with the winner and come forward to receive their prize. A tall man comes forward from the left stage wing, carrying two trophies. He hands one to the victor, shaking his hand, and moves forward to chat with the host. “Do you see him?” says Ian. “He’s so tall. He looks like me!” “He looks like us,” Alvin corrects, staring at the man with the trophy with wide eyes. “Wow. I wish he was our dad, that’s what I always imagined he looked like…” The man finishes his conversation and turns towards the boys, ready to present them with their prize. When he sees them, though, he stops dead, the blood draining from his face. He hunches his shoulders instinctually, a predator, and comes towards the boys, scenting the air between them. The boys stand stock still, not afraid, but cautious. When the man gets a whiff of them, he gasps and the trophy slips from his fingers to the ground, breaking into three pieces. The man stumbles back, staring at them, and then turns, storming towards the wing. The boys watch him go, not even caring about their lost prize. In their hearts, they know what they have found. Victor paces back stage, mind-linking to his Beta, demanding that he come heel immediately. The boys were his children – there was no denying it. But how – where – He runs his hands through his hair and grits his teeth. Where did they come from?! How did he not know?! His Beta arrives with a quick salute. “The boys, who won the competition,” Victor spits out, the Beta nodding, “find whoever brought them here. Bring her to me, immediately.” “Yes, sir.” The Beta is gone in a flash. There is a blur of motion from the stage area and suddenly Victor feels two small somethings crash into him. Looking down, he sees a little boy attached to each of his legs, their arms wrapped around him like tiny koala bears. One boy even slips to the ground, wrapping his legs around Victor’s ankle, determined never to let go. “It’s so nice to meet you!” That one says, beaming up at him. “We’ve waited our whole lives!” “We know you’ve been busy, we understand,” says the other, smiling up at him and revealing a missing front tooth. “We got our wish!” Says the other, his eyes shining with joy. “Because we worked so hard, and won the competition! We wished for our dad, and we got him!” “It’s our prize!” Says the other, burying his face in the side of Victor’s suit jacket and sniffing deeply, learning his scent. For a moment, Victor freezes, not knowing – for the first time in his life – precisely what to do next. But then, he feels a warmth in his stomach, an instinctual urge, and he places a hand on each child’s head, caressing them. “If you won a dad, then I won the better prize,” he says softly, “I’ve been waiting a lifetime to meet you.” Victor stares down at the boys, feeling both delighted and overwhelmed at once. They were such an utter surprise – so handsome, energetic, smart and – well, so much like him. He could smell it on them, and see it on their faces – they were of his body, he had no doubt. Exhaling a big breath he didn’t know he was holding, Victor shakes his head at the boys, marveling that a life’s dream could come true in such an unlikely fashion. He had been longing for a child – hoping to have one with Amelia, his beloved mate and the future Luna. But she had put him off year after year, wanting to accomplish other things first. His family, too, had begun giving him sidelong glances at holidays and making hints about grandchildren and heirs. The newspapers as well had to begun to make sneaky jibes about infertility and look elsewhere amongst the pack’s Alpha population for the heirs to the line. All of it had filled Victor with anxiety, with rage. But here, suddenly, were the solutions that put all of that to rest. And made his hopes a reality. Two boys, even – what a blessing. But where…who… The sound of frantically clicking stilettos fills the room as a woman turns the corner, anxiety in her voice as she calls “Boys!? Boys!” The Beta strides around the corner just after her, working to keep up. Evelyn stops mid-step, frozen, staring at the image of her boys wrapped around the legs of…of… “You,” rasps Victor. “Oh my god,” says Evelyn, at the same moment. “It’s you.”

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My name was Felicity Simons. On our fifth wedding anniversary, I told my husband, Roger Dent, that I wanted a gemstone necklace. Roger frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Felicity, when did you become so materialistic?” Even our son, Orion Dent, who had been born after a difficult labor, chimed in with disapproval, “Mom, you should learn from Ms. Miller. “She’s not like you—so obsessed with money. If I could, I’d want Ms. Miller to be my mom.” Looking at the serious expressions on both their faces, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me. I sighed, “Then let Lillian be your mom.” As soon as the words left my lips, the room fell into a heavy silence. Roger rubbed his temples, clearly frustrated. “Felicity, don’t say such things to Orion.” But Orion seemed oddly cheerful, his eyes lighting up. “Dad, Mom agreed! When are you going to bring Ms. Miller home?” Hearing Orion’s words only strengthened my resolve to leave. In his eyes, Lillian was the better mom. I closed my eyes for a moment, then turned and walked toward the bedroom. While I was packing my things, Roger walked in. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, the familiar scent of pine enveloping me. I should have found it comforting, but now it felt nauseating, tainted by the scent of another woman, Lillian Miller. His low voice broke the silence. “Felicity, Orion is still young. Why argue with him? I’ll take you to the jewelry store soon.” With that, Roger kissed the back of my neck, his touch both warm and tender, as if we were still in the throes of romance. But I remained aloof, pulling away from his embrace without even looking up. I continued packing. “Let’s get a divorce.” I handed him the divorce papers I had prepared, my tone as flat as if I were discussing the weather. Roger’s brow knitted tighter. “Is this about the necklace?” His voice was laced with barely concealed anger. Thoughts raced through my mind. I mused, “Maybe I should tell him today is our fifth anniversary. Or that he hasn’t given me a gift in ages.” But as the words hovered on my lips, I lost the desire to waste my breath. “Yeah.” Roger fell silent for a moment before responding, “What about Orion? Are you really going to leave him without a mother?” Five years had flown by in the blink of an eye. I could still picture Orion’s wrinkled little face when he was born and the sweet way he called me “Mom” for the first time. But somewhere along the way, he started bringing up Lillian more often. “Ms. Miller is so amazing! She can make clay sculptures. Mom, I wish you could do that too.” Gradually, he stopped admiring me and stopped defending me. He didn’t even seem to need me anymore. “I don’t want either of you. You and him, I’m done.” Even though my heart ached, I managed to sound calm as I spoke. We locked eyes, the silence stretching between us. Roger’s expression hardened. He grabbed my wrist with a grip so tight it felt like he was trying to crush my bones. “Felicity Simons. I never thought you were so vain. After all these years, you’re just going to throw it all away?” He rarely used my full name, and it was clear he was genuinely angry this time. Even at this point, he still thought it was all about that necklace.

“Divorce, huh?” In an instant, Roger released me, grabbed the pen from the desk, and signed the papers with swift precision. Watching him scrawl his name, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, and for the first time, I sensed a flicker of emotion on my face. Just then, Orion peeked his head through the door, sensing that something was off. “Mom, are you and Dad fighting?” he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and concern. I silently pulled out a thick notebook from the desk and crouched down to his level. “When I’m gone, you need to remember what’s in here,” I said, handing it to him. Curious, he flipped it open, revealing a list filled with his allergies to fruits and vegetables. He pouted, quickly shutting the book. “I don’t want to remember all this! “Ms. Miller will take care of me. “Don’t worry, Mom.” In the past, hearing those words would have shattered my heart, but this time, an unexpected sense of relief washed over me. I stood up and casually placed the notebook back on the desk. “Well, that settles it then.” With that, I grabbed my neatly packed suitcase and headed for the door. No one stopped me—not Roger, not Orion. Not a single person came to see me off. As I reached the threshold, I heard Orion’s excited voice behind me. “Finally, that annoying mom is gone! Now I can have Ms. Miller as my mom!” I hesitated for a moment, but my feet moved faster. Seven years with Roger, five of them married. I had lived with him in a cramped, damp basement, and I had eaten day-old leftovers day in and day out. He used to hold me close, tears dampening my shoulder. “Felicity, this life won’t last forever. I promise I’ll give you the best life someday,” Roger had whispered softly. Then, he built his empire from scratch, becoming a respected figure in the business world. Roger grew busier, often staying out late. I never complained, always managing the household and keeping everything in order. The one thing I had resented faded away the moment I gave birth to Orion. Even though it nearly cost me my life, I welcomed the pain. Countless sleepless nights, I had soothed him again and again. But somewhere along the line, Orion began mentioning one name over and over—Ms. Miller. Even Roger, who was usually so indifferent, would light up with a hint of joy when he spoke of her. Only later did I learn that Lillian was a new hire at Roger’s company. At first, I brushed it off, not thinking much of it. Then, one day, when Orion threw a tantrum for candy, I firmly refused, knowing his dental health was poor. He yelled at me, red-faced, “Mom, you’re nothing like Ms. Miller! “You’re a bad mom! “You took Dad away from her and won’t let me have candy!” At that moment, it felt like I had plunged into an ice-cold abyss. The chill seeped through my bones, and my blood rushed to my head. I stood there, stunned, as my own child hurled insults at me. It turned out Lillian had been Roger’s first love, a passionate romance that had ended in a twist of fate. Since then, she had wormed her way into our lives. Roger started smelling like her perfume, and once, I even found a light brown hair on his shoulder. But back then, I kept my mouth shut. It wasn’t until today that I finally decided to file for divorce, cutting ties without hesitation.

I returned to my little rented apartment. It might be small, but it had a warmth that felt like home. I settled into my old routine, writing articles during the day and watering the succulents by the window in my spare time. Roger and Orion were nothing but distant memories now. Life was getting back on track, except for one little detail—Mia Simons. A few days ago, as I was leaving the building, I stumbled upon a dirty little girl huddled in the stairwell. She looked to be about seven or eight, her small frame curled up tightly, not moving an inch. I asked my neighbors about her. They told me she had been kicked out by her stepmother and that her biological parents treated her like a burden. No one was willing to step up and take responsibility for her. Seeing the pity on my neighbors’ faces, I couldn’t just walk away. I dropped a bag of bread in front of her. “Here, eat this,” I said softly, crouching down to meet her gaze. It took her a while, but she finally looked up at me. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw her take a bite of the bread. But instead of leaving, the girl trailed behind me like a lost puppy, clutching the bag to her chest, her eyes wide with fear as if she thought I might push her away. I tried to harden my heart, but compassion won out in the end. After some back and forth, I decided to take her in. Mia was a sweet girl. Whenever I worked, she quietly tidied up the apartment. Whether it was folding blankets or doing laundry, her movements were so practiced that it was like she had done it a thousand times before. I often wondered what a seven-year-old like her had been through. Orion, her age, still needed my help just to pour a glass of water. One day, I lost track of time while writing. Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality when Mia gently opened my door, carrying a cup of warm water. “Mom, drink this,” she said quietly. The soft yellow light illuminated her, making her look unbelievably sweet. It reminded me of Orion. I recalled a time when I was bedridden with a bad cold, feeling utterly drained and my throat raw with pain. Orion, on the other hand, was sprawled on the couch, completely absorbed in his video games, laughing and having a blast. “Orion, could you get me a glass of water?” His little face scrunched up in annoyance, a perfect mirror of Roger’s impatience. “Mom, you’ve got to handle your own stuff. Ms. Miller wouldn’t be this much of a hassle.” Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly felt a soft, warm hand gently caressing my cheek. That was when I realized I was crying. “Mom, don’t cry,” Mia said, straining to lift her arm, her eyes filled with concern. I quickly wiped my tears and pulled her into a tight embrace. From that moment on, we would lean on each other. I never expected trouble to come knocking so soon. Just after I picked Mia up from school one day, I ran into Orion. He was holding Roger’s hand with one hand and Lillian’s with the other, laughing and looking like the picture of happiness. Lillian gazed at Roger with a soft, shy look, while Orion, the little comedian, was doing his best to make her smile. Without me, they seemed like a perfect little family. In the past, this sight would have crushed me, and I might have shouted at Roger in a fit of rage. But thankfully, that wasn’t who I was anymore. As I contemplated playing it cool and walking past them like a stranger, Orion spotted me instantly. His eyes lit up at first but then quickly darkened with anger. He let go of Roger and Lillian’s hands and stormed over to me. “Who said you could hold my mom’s hand?” he demanded, chin raised defiantly, his little face scrunched up in displeasure. Mia, unlike her usual shy self, tightened her grip on my hand and pressed her lips together, her eyes narrowing at Orion with a hint of defiance. “She’s my mom,” Mia asserted firmly, standing her ground in front of Orion. For a brief moment, Orion seemed taken aback. Then he looked up at me with disbelief. “No way! You’re so mean for stealing someone else’s mom!” His little face flushed with anger, and in a fit, he shoved Mia to the ground. I frowned, quickly helping Mia back to her feet, ready to scold Orion for his behavior. But Mia didn’t back down; she pushed Orion back with determination. His tiny frame wobbled for a moment before he tumbled over, crashing to the ground. The impact seemed to sting because he immediately burst into tears, flailing his legs in a dramatic display of protest. “Mom, she’s bullying me!” he cried out, his tears smearing across his cheeks. Honestly, I felt no sympathy for him. I just stood there, arms crossed, watching him throw a tantrum. “Listen, Orion, I’m not your mom anymore. “Your favorite Ms. Miller is right here with you. “You should be telling her all this, not me,” I replied coolly.

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