Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate

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this hour? I cursed under my breath, not

he was a ten indeed. I lick my lips

t's four fifty am. I swipe, seein

nd forty-five has gone dark, and w

*king mutt, I am sure of it, and he is really

right. Go back to bed," I cooed, patting her soft

is missing, I want to know everything and scrub that place top to

, bo

an expensive pain in my a$$. Thinking about bett

heless, I will have my men continue to follow the Hunter and p

for her is extremely special and should not be rushed. I must ensure eve

sinist

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Earlier Far

, 22nd J

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ancing in the depths of my big almond-shaped eyes. Light honey bro

soft angled eyebrows, straight nose, and long

ere glittering two-piece lingerie number. After adjusting them, confirming that the cleav

ssing room. Triple X is one of the most popular strip clubs in the cou

nors from Clifton Hill College and am about to start my internship at one of the most

s is my last night and my last dance at this place. I have g

aying my goodbyes, excitement for where I am heading, a bit of gloom that I am leaving everyone

s ready for what

ledge, I have no family left. My mom died just before I started co

ubbing my temple gently as if trying to rub the memory away. I gri

she always danced around the subject and said things like, 'You do not know what you are asking for,' 'You do not want that kind of life,' or 'It wi

hether he was out there looking for me, or did he ev

m, but I quickly realized how futile that idea was becaus

a name to type into the search bar after rumma

ed. Not a picture or a crumpled piece of paper with a name

my girlfriend, Jada. She was the one who intr

iness management. Now she was simply working at the strip club to save money for her busine

ir lives just like that? I cou

not too far from my college, about five blocks away. Howev

ad firsthand experience with mean students so many times I don't care to remember,

I could see front and center was my English teacher Mr. Walsh. Yes, w

at such an establishment, so we never spoke of it, and I was thankful he never th

hing that I was worried ab

s if merely a few hours ago, I was not seductively flaunting my assets, gyrating, legs spread eagl

the popular students in my class, James Stanton. His son was the jock,

hat neither of us wanted anyone to know our whereabouts, a

nts never looked at me weirdly or anything

lipped, the entire school would

ids wer