Lost Luna: Hunted By Two Savage Alphas

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conference that day. He'd spent three years on his gene-editing resear

d at four that morning and arranged a huge bouquet of imported white roses and eucalyptus. The flowers had t

aute couture trends earlier than expected. Much to my surpri

gh the office building. My heels clicked fast against th

I still had on the camel coat and silk

e in the ballroom of the Skyline Hotel,

d already filled the media section. Every

side. I kept the flowers close to my chest so I wouldn't crush the lit

spotlight made him look so good that

ahead to the moment he stepped off the stage. I pictured myself as the first person

"Brilliant Scientist Bryan Harrison Celebrates With His Girlfriend."

of my research with you today, but there's something el

rushed th

d with a hint of nerves. "Someone came int

were already gathering in my eyes, and my tremb

be talking

esearch was truly the future he wanted. I spent countless nights beside him an

ver made," said Bryan. He slipped a hand i

, but I still recognize

t made me

sed the bouquet. I was ready to run

ut with a smile. "Co

he words made n

t like a hard hit, and a pie

mily Foster. She always tied her hair in

earing a pale blue dress. She pressed one hand over her mouth, th

es broke out acro

d of the box. Inside was a diamond ring. I'd never seen it

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oot, yet I hardly noticed the impact. A pair of white pe

ouple as they held each other onstage. One camera operator hurried pa

lways been mine to hold, but now it rested around her waist.

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an entertainment reporter for Metro Weekly, which had an office next

wd and kept going until we

already numb

my shoulders and brought her face closer

swer, but not

ruined bouquet was still inside the ballroom. People had crushed the f

ded weak and unsteady. "It took

her perfume mixed with the coffee on her breath. That was when I

asked. My words were mu

my back at a calm, even pace.

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in finally spilled over. They streamed down my cheeks and s

ut didn't mention it. Instead,

e drive. She never asked me to explain what had happened. Every

treetlights pass. My thoughts had gone quiet. There was no poi

press conference went and why I'd returned so soon. I t

My bag slid from my shoulder and landed on the floor. I stumbled across

ked. I sank my teeth into my lip so no one would hear me. Ea

hour, or much longer. By the time the tears finally ran ou

of the door. My body stiffened. I pushed myself uprig

ssed the room and

as waiting

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lendar Fashion Week events and take street-style photos for my articles. Now she's decided to attend her friend's wedding instead. The bookings can't be changed, and we won