** Hi, this is your author. Thank you so much for reading Clara and Rodrick’s story. I hope you fell in love with them, too. Clara was never an antagonist and Rodrick was never a crazy fucker lol In case some of you still don’t know, this is a second book. The first one is in my profile and it’s called ‘Don’t Call Me Yours, Alpha’ The next in this universe is going to be Andrew and Alessandro’s love story. I’ll start uploading their chapters tomorrow. Since it’s finished already I’ll probably upload two chapters a dayIt’s a gay fated mates story so I hope that’s something you guys want to read. Andy is such a sweet character and I wanted to give him his own love story. Thank you all, much love

After a while I manage to react and calm down enough to drive to the Fallonmore mall, which still doesn't cease to amaze me. Obviously, Fallonmore's economic level is much higher than Reynard's, but nothing could have prepared me for this place where all the stores are high-end and they sell all kinds of designer stuff. The first time Dalia brought me here to buy clothes, my heart was in my throat looking at the prices and thinking how the hell I was going to pay them back, which ended up being useless because Frank has repeated many times that I will be offending him if I keep insisting on paying. I walk into the mall looking for the breakfast restaurant I know because Clara loves to eat here and I sit at a table waiting for my friends, covering my face and trying to calm down because of what just happened at my boss's house, my crush, the most handsome alpha I have ever seen in my existence. I'm so preoccupied thinking about him that I completely miss when Oli, Rosie and Mallor

{ Andrew } My heart is breaking more and more with every word that comes out of my boss's mouth. I can't believe what I'm hearing. "Uh... I don't think I understand very well, Sir," I comment, frowning, "You're asking me to..." "I'm just asking you to look at my schedule and find me free nights to have a few dates... and also to help me find omegas around my age, to date them on those days I'm free," he repeats very slowly as if he were talking to someone stupid, "I know this is not what you thought you would do working with me, but to be honest, we’re entering low season and there are no more trials ahead, I hope, so you can put your attention on that." "So I have to contact the omegas and ask them to go on a date with you? I have to do that?" I ask, my stomach turning and twisting. That sounds like hell, not only because I would have to talk to these people I'm envious of to get them to go out with my crush, but because I literally hate talking to people on the phone. It's har

Andy follows me as I stumble toward the entrance of the restaurant, still trying to get rid of his scent. "Mr. Judge, good afternoon," the hostess greets me, pulling me out of the mental fog I was in. I blink and let out a smile towards her, "Table for two?" "Good afternoon, Fatima. Yes, please," I reply. I can feel Andy's presence behind me, but I still don't dare turn to look at him. I need to calm down first. We follow Fatima to the table and I greet the people eating next to us. Andy sits across from me and as soon as I look at him I regret this, inviting him to eat with me. I should have given him money and sent him off alone like the other day. The last thing I need is to have him across from me when I feel like this. "Do you like sushi?" I ask, trying to maintain some normalcy. Andy raises his eyes to me. "I've never eaten it, but I guess... yeah," he answers, looking unsure. I nod and raise a hand. When the waitress arrives I ask her for a plate of sushi to share and a

{ Andrew } "What the hell happened? Why did he drive you home? Where's your car?" Rodrick asks as soon as Alessandro leaves and he releases me, looking me up and down as if he's inspecting that I have every body part intact. "Alessandro took me out to lunch and brought me here instead of taking me back to the chapel," I blurt out, even more annoyed than before because I just remembered that I have my own car and he didn't have to bring me directly to my house. "Why didn't you tell him to take you to your own car, Andy?" He demands, looking at me reproachfully like it's a big deal. “Because I forgot," I reply, and it's the truth. But I don't tell him I forgot because I was too busy thinking about how upset I am with my boss over a very dumb thing, "I'll ask Clara to drive me to work tomorrow." "That inconsiderate douchebag. Always making everything harder for you," Rodrick mumbles, shaking his head. I have nothing left to do but roll my eyes and end the conversation before he get