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My aunt called me while I was stationed with the special forces, asking me to come home. She had arranged a blind date for me. The man she described sounded perfect—handsome, and the youngest CEO of a publicly listed company in the city. Before I set off, my captain took the extra step of contacting air traffic control to ensure my information would remain encrypted throughout the trip. I arrived at the airport on time as planned. However, just as I was about to check in through the exclusive channel, someone abruptly yanked me backward from behind. A bundle of cash was then flung directly at my face. "I've bought your spot in the exclusive channel. Take the money and go line up in the regular queue," a woman said, her tone dripping with arrogance. Suppressing the anger rising in my chest, I calmly asked her, "You're neither a soldier nor in an emergency. Why do you think you're entitled to use my lane?" She let out a derisive laugh at my words. "Why? Because I'm Mr. Tanke's personal secretary." She sneered, adding, "Forget the exclusive channel. If the Tanke family wants the entire runway, they'll get it." For a moment, I was stunned. Then I dialed the number my aunt had given me for my fiancé. "Your secretary claims the Tanke family is so powerful that they can bend the world to their will. Is that true?" … The call connected, but before I could finish my sentence, an automated voice interrupted, "Sorry, the number you've dialed has been disconnected…" I hadn't expected this. "Oh, pretending to make a call?" the woman taunted when she heard the busy tone from the other end. She snatched my phone out of my hand. When she saw the voicemail message on the screen, she burst out laughing mockingly. "I thought you might actually be someone important. Turns out you were bluffing with a voicemail!" "You can't even reach Mr. Tanke's private line. Who do you think you are, trying to stop me?" She tossed the phone back at me with a smirk, then turned to slap her boarding pass onto the counter in front of a visibly trembling flight attendant. "Hurry up and check me in! If Mr. Tanke's tasks are delayed because of you, your entire ground crew will be out of a job by tomorrow!" The flight attendant hesitated, clutching the boarding pass with trembling hands. She looked at me, then back at the woman, her voice breaking with distress. "Miss Wadsley, this passenger's access to the exclusive channel is indeed on record. Please don't put us in a very difficult position…" "Difficult?" The woman's expression hardened as she slammed her palm against the counter. "Do you have any idea how much the Tanke Group invests in this airport every year?" "If you can't handle this trivial matter, I'll call your general manager right now!" Watching her bully the staff simply for her own convenience made my blood boil. I stepped forward, firmly grabbing her hand just as she was about to jab a finger into the flight attendant's face. "Do you have any idea what kind of people are allowed to use this channel?" I asked coldly. "You're the first to try and take my spot." "Oh, please!" she exclaimed, clutching her stomach and doubling over with exaggerated laughter. "Wearing camouflage doesn't make you important! Did you eat too many cheap boxed meals and lose your mind?" "Do you even know who I am? I'm the personal secretary to the president of the Tanke Group. You can't afford to piss me off!" I almost laughed out loud. All this commotion, and she turned out to be nothing more than a secretary? By now, the crowd had gathered to watch the scene unfold. Snippets of conversation about the secretary reached my ears. "Is this woman out of her mind? Aubrie is one of Leo's closest confidantes…" "Last month, an airport security officer tried to check her luggage, and the next day, he was reassigned to janitorial duty." It seemed she had a reputation for abusing her position to throw her weight around. Back in the unit, even my commander would greet me with respect. And yet here I was, being disrespected by someone who lived off the scraps of her employer. I let out a cold chuckle and shot back, "If the Tanke family is as powerful as you claim, how did they raise a dog without basic manners?" Her face turned a deep shade of red. "Who are you calling a dog?! You… I'll teach you a lesson today!" She swung her Chanel bag at my head, but I easily sidestepped her and twisted her wrist in one swift motion. A sharp crack echoed as her bones shifted out of place, followed by her screams. The once-arrogant Miss Wadsley was now hopping in pain. "Let go! Ah, it hurts!" she cried out. "Now you're scared?" I leaned in close to her contorted face. "Weren't you just making a lot of noise?" Despite her grimacing in pain, I had actually eased up entirely. If I had truly intended to harm her, she wouldn't have had the chance to scream. The crowd around us grew larger, and before long, several uniformed airport staff hurried over to restore order. Seizing the opportunity, Aubrie pulled away, clutching her wrist and panting heavily. "Once I tell Mr. Tanke about this, let's see how he deals with you!" I crossed my arms and smirked. "Well, I'll be waiting."

"The 2 AM Moment Every Dog Owner Fears" 2 AM. A sound that makes your heart stop. Your dog is trying to get up. But something's wrong. For one dog owner—a veterinarian with 20 years of experience—this was the moment he realized he'd been missing the signs for months. The slower mornings. The hesitation at stairs. The way his Golden Retriever, Duke, stopped greeting him at the door. He'd told himself: "He's just getting older." But that night, watching his 11-year-old companion struggle, he knew he needed to look beyond the usual approaches. What many dog owners don't realize: Dogs are remarkably good at hiding discomfort. It's instinct. Those "little signs" you've been noticing? The ones you've been telling yourself are just part of aging? Your dog might be trying to tell you something. The wake-up call that changed his approach: After his dog didn't tolerate the standard prescription well (upset stomach after just a few days), this vet started researching natural joint support options he'd previously overlooked. What he discovered: a growing body of research on comprehensive, multi-ingredient formulas designed to support joint health from multiple angles—not just one or two ingredients, but complete systems. The kind of approach that works with the body's natural processes rather than just masking discomfort. Within weeks, he saw changes he hadn't expected: More enthusiasm at treat time. Attempting stairs again. Eventually, the return of playful behaviors that had slowly disappeared. Today, at 14, Duke enjoys daily walks and comfortable rest—the quality of life every senior dog deserves. The phrase this vet hears most from other dog owners: "I wish I'd looked into this sooner." From people watching their dogs slow down. From those who dismissed the signs as "just aging." From owners who didn't realize natural joint support could make such a difference. If you've been watching your dog struggle... If you've noticed them slowing down, hesitating at stairs, or choosing rest over play... If you've been telling yourself "they're just getting older"... There may be more you can do than you think. 👉 Discover what this vet learned about comprehensive joint support → https://www.petgently.com/pages/vet-open-letter You know your dog best. Trust what you're seeing. Those signs you've been noticing? They deserve attention. And there are natural, vet-informed approaches that support your dog's joint health and comfort as they age.

✨🥵I'm the invisible, bookish nobody. He's the quarterback everyone screams for. Our fake dating was supposed to be simple.But yesterday, he cornered me in the empty locker room. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You flinch every time I look at you, Claire.” His breath was hot on my neck. "You say you hate men... but your body begs for me. I'm your exception." He was right. I was wet just from his touch. ============== Chapter 001 Claire’s POV What’s the worst thing that can happen to a person? Being born with freckles and braces? Sure. That’s embarrassing. Being bullied for years at school because you don’t fit in? Absolutely miserable. But worse? Having your mom barge into your room on a Monday morning and say, “Pack your bags. We’re leaving.” Yes. Leaving. I blinked at her from my desk where my history notes were spread out as I rushed through my homework. “I’m sorry, what?” She didn’t soften, not even a little. “We’re moving tonight. The council has decided. Since your father is gone, the law requires me to remarry. Fortunately the Alpha of Silvercrest has… stepped forward.” “Stepped forward”?. Like she was some prize cow at an auction. I laughed, but it came out sharp and broken. “You can’t be serious.” Her jaw tightened. “I am. And you’ll respect this decision.” My chest burned. “Dad’s barely been gone a year. And now you’re just…what…throwing yourself at some Alpha? Like his replacement?” Her eyes flashed. It was not anger or guilt. Which was somehow worse. “There are things you don’t understand, Claire. Your father left behind debts. More than I can pay. If I don’t do this, we lose everything. Our home, our place in this pack. Do you want that?” The words hit harder than a punch. Dad had been many things, but reckless with money? I never imagined. Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back, not wanting to ruin the perfect memories I had of him. “So, what? He gets to die, and we get to pay the price? This isn’t fair.” “It’s survival,” she said, her voice softer now. “It’s the only way.” I shoved my chair back so hard it nearly toppled. “No. It’s the coward’s way.” And before she could say more, I bolted into the bathroom and locked the door. The mirror showed me a face that barely looked like mine. Pale, freckled, eyes red from holding back tears. My glasses slid down my nose. My braces glinted like a neon sign screaming loser. And underneath all of that? There was weakness. Always weakness. I pressed a hand to my chest, where the familiar ache pulsed. My useless heart was still beating like it mattered. Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Dysplasia (ARVD) The condition that’s haunted me since I was a kid makes my heart’s rhythm unstable, sending me into fainting spells without warning. While other kids were learning to run laps and shift early, I was stuck in hospitals, listening to doctors shake their heads. I still have no wolf. I’ve never shifted. My body has very little strength. Just a ticking reminder carved into my chest that I’ll always be behind everyone else. Sometimes I wondered if fate just enjoyed playing jokes on me. Once, I begged my parents to let me take a tiny job at a café—nothing wild, just wiping tables and carrying trays. I lasted all of two days before collapsing behind the counter and waking up in a hospital bed with tubes in my arm like some tragic science experiment. Mom cried. Dad looked like someone had carved a hole straight through him. They spent what little money we had left on more tests, only to hear the same lecture again: she can’t handle anything strenuous, don’t push her. Since then, I’ve basically been wrapped in bubble wrap, treated like I’m made of glass. Spoiler: glass still cracks. And me? I just keep proving them right. All I had left was the hope that I could get into college, study computer engineering, and land a job that didn’t require me to run or lift or fight. Something safe, something where my brain mattered more than my body. It was the only dream I had, the only thing that made me feel like maybe…just maybe…I wasn’t completely useless. I whispered to the empty bathroom, “If I wasn’t so useless, maybe Mom wouldn’t have to do this.” But I was useless. And the guilt suffocated me more than the news itself. I left the bathroom, forced myself into my uniform, and packed my bag with hands that wouldn’t stop shaking. Ready or not, I had to face school that same day. By the time I walked through the gates, my two best friends noticed immediately. “Whoa, Claire, did somebody die?” Lily blurted before realizing her mistake. Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean…” I shook my head. “It’s fine. But close enough.” June linked her arm through mine as we walked into the hallway. “Okay, spill. What happened?” I exhaled like the air itself hurt. “My mom’s getting remarried.” Both of them froze mid-step. “To who?” Lily demanded. “Some Alpha.” The word tasted bitter. “Apparently pack law says she has to. And apparently Dad left behind a mountain of debt we can’t pay. So guess who gets to move and play happy family?” June’s mouth fell open. “That’s insane. Claire, you can’t just let them…” “I don’t have a choice.” My voice cracked, and I hated it. “You always have a choice,” Lily shot back. “Run away. Stay with us. Anything is better than being stuck with some Alpha.” For a second, the idea lit a fire in my chest. But it burned out quickly. Where would I go? I had no money. No wolf. And with my stupid heart, I couldn’t even run half a mile without collapsing. I forced a shaky laugh. “Yeah, sure. Me, surviving on my own. That would last… what? Two hours?” Neither of them laughed. They just looked at me the way people look at stray puppies. And that made me feel even worse. “Don’t pity me,” I snapped, softer than I meant. June squeezed my hand. “We don’t. We just… wish you didn’t have to go through this.” “Yeah, well.” I shrugged, even though my chest felt like it was caving in. “Story of my life.” Everything that happened in school that day was a blur, my mind kept drifting to so many places, thoughts of what my life would be scared me. But I had to brace up for whatever was coming. Going home that afternoon felt like walking to my own execution. Every step closer made my stomach twist tighter. I thought about turning around, hiding at Lily’s, but what would that fix? The house looked the same from the outside. The same peeling paint, the same sagging porch. But the moment I stepped inside, the atmosphere felt… heavier. I froze in the hallway. Voices drifted from the living room. Mom’s nervous laugh. And then a man’s voice, it was low but confident in a way that didn’t need to shout. My pulse spiked. Who was it? Was the Alpha already here?. I clutched the strap of my backpack so tightly my knuckles hurt. “Claire?” Mom called. “Come in, sweetheart. There’s someone I want you to meet.” My legs turned to lead, but they carried me forward anyway. And then I saw him. The Alpha. I’d imagined some old, graying man with a cruel smile. Someone who’d sneer at me the second he saw my braces, my glasses, my freckles. Someone who’d look at me and see nothing but a burden. But the man standing in our living room wasn’t that at all. He was tall. Broad shoulders that filled the space. Dark hair, cut neatly but with a stubborn wave. His eyes lifted to mine—sharp, assessing me, but not in a cruel way. And his aura hit me like a wave: power, undeniable, but not suffocating. My breath caught. Wait this… was the Alpha?

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