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s grand ballroom. It was ablaze with lights, fil

, he walked around to open my door, extendi

k he wore, and I felt a cold sneer in my heart. I ignored his

a crack appeared in his perfect smile. The

to act? We would act, but

the small of my back. "Don't push it, Kira,

e want to recoil. I fought the urge, pasted a polite

all eyes were on us. Or

? She looks... so different." "What is she wearing?

looped my arm through Hayes's, walking l

d in a white maternity gown, a saintly smile on her face as

t the entrance. The crowd parted

two buttons of his shirt undone to reveal a hint of his collarbone. He moved wi

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dsome face and his ice-gray eyes, which looked at everyone

er climb. Whether it was grades, sports, or Pack competitions, he always cam

d feel the hand on my waist tre

across the room, fi

s with undisguised contempt,

met, I saw his ice-g

in that dark lounge, pinned by

ed through my mind. Imposs

curved Aiden's lips. He s

ke it was landing on my he

r breath, watching the uninvited guest, the true king of

ed my back, bracing for th

iliar, cold scent of cedar

to race. My p

s just Aiden Beaumont, my rival

hrough it. It wasn't from fear. It was from

s tall frame casting a shadow that co