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Get the APPThat Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
My Coldhearted Ex Demands A Remarriage
His Unwanted Wife, The World's Coveted Genius
Pampered By The Ruthless Underground Boss
The Warlord's Lovely Prize
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
FETCH MY BABY
Don't Leave Me, Mate
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?THIS WASN'T HOW February was supposed to be.
'Hey, Kylie!'
Kylie hayes stood as her friend came out of her office but she was unable to return Alora's smile. 'I've just got to go up to maternity to see a patient and then we can.....' Alora didn't finish her statement. Now she was closer she could see that her friend was barely holding it together, Kylie's eyes were brimming with tears, her long curly black hair looked as if she has been whipped up by the wind and she was just a thought breathless, thing as if she's been running. it quickly became clear to Alora that Kylie was not here for the Royal for their shopping date.
She wasn't.
Kylie has walked out of their antenatal appointment at the hospital where she worked and, like a homing cookies, had taken the underground to the Royal, where Alora was an obstetrics registrar. She has sat in panicked silence on the tube and, despite being five months pregnant and wearing a maxi dress and sandals, she has been one of those people up the escalator rather than standing and letting it take them to the top.
You are not here for our shopping date, are you?'
Alora checked, and Kylie uncertainly recalled a date that they had made a couple of weeks ago. They were both supposed to finish at four today and the plan had been to hit the shops, given that kylie would know by now if she was having a baby girl or boy.
They had all planned it — they were going to head off for a late afternoon tea and kylie would reveal the sex of her baby. Then they would shop for baby things in the appropriate colours and choose shoes for Kylie and Jamal's wedding, which was just over seven weeks away.
That was how it was persumed to be.
This was how it was.
'You know how we discussed keeping things separate, remember?' Kylie felt as if her voice didn't belong to her as she spoke to her closet friend. 'Can I change my mind about that?'
And, because she and Alora has been friends since way back in University, and medical school she didn't have to explain what she meant.
'Of course, you can,' Alora said battling the feeling of fear. 'Let's go into my office.'
