My Fiancé Left Me For A Human — Now I’m Pregnant And Mated To His Alpha Brother
Part 2
The sheer shock locked my knees firmly in place.
Hundreds of pairs of eyes swiveled to stare at me.
Air completely vanished from my lungs as the reality of the situation crashed over me.
Pinning me down with his dark, unyielding gaze, Tyler didn’t look away.
Crooking a long finger, he beckoned me forward through the parted crowd.
Moving on pure survival instinct, my heavy feet dragged me toward the elevated stage.
Venomous whispers broke out like hissing snakes all around me.
“Shall we proceed?” Tyler asked the priest, sounding as casual as if ordering a drink at the bar.
Glancing down at the front row, I saw Brian gaping like a fish completely out of water.
“Let’s get this over with,” I muttered, my voice barely audible over the roaring in my ears.
A dangerous, unreadable emotion flashed briefly in our Alpha’s eyes.
“As you wish, darling,” he murmured, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.
The ancient ceremony passed in a complete blur of whispered vows and exchanged blood.
Before I even realized what had happened, a heavy gold ring weighed down my left hand.
Our fates were officially sealed.
Shivering violently, I sat on the edge of the massive bed in his master suite.
My stepmother had forcefully shoved me into the room moments ago, slamming the door behind me.
A frantic rhythm hammered against my bruised ribs, keeping time with my mounting panic.
Finally stepping into the dimly lit room, Tyler brought the suffocating scent of pine and smoke with him.
Dismissing his brother and the priest with a single, terrifying growl, he ensured our privacy.
Bracing myself for the final claiming bite, I squeezed my eyes tightly shut.
Instead of pulling me into his arms, his footsteps stopped a few feet away.
Casually shoving his hands into his dark pockets, he surveyed me from a distance.
“I don’t plan on rushing this,” he stated coldly.
Snapping my eyes open, I stared at him in total confusion.
“Why are you being like this?” I demanded, frustration bleeding into my voice.
“You went through all this trouble to marry me in front of everyone.”
Stepping close enough to brush a rough thumb against my collarbone, he smirked down at me.
A violent shiver ripped down my spine at the unexpected contact.
“Beg,” he whispered darkly against the shell of my ear.
“You enjoyed pleading with me earlier.”
Pulling back before I could even process his cruel words, he turned his back on me.
Without another glance, he walked purposefully toward the heavy oak door.
“You’re not staying?” I asked, a humiliating crack breaking my voice.
Casting a cold, mocking glare over his broad shoulder, Tyler paused.
“I didn’t think so,” he sneered, twisting the brass handle.
Walking right out the door, he left me completely alone on the night of our mating ceremony.
Why would the most dangerous man in our world claim me, only to refuse to touch me?
Part 3
Tyler left the master suite because his pride wouldn’t allow him to take a woman who only wanted him out of sheer desperation.
He had always harbored a fierce, territorial obsession with Megan, but he firmly refused to be her convenient backup plan.
Megan sat alone in the sprawling, luxurious bed, trembling violently as the heavy oak door clicked shut behind him.
The suffocating silence of the massive room pressed down heavily on her exhausted lungs.
She stared blankly at the ornate gold band resting heavy and unfamiliar on her left hand.
It felt remarkably like a permanent shackle forged from her own reckless, panic-driven choices.
Only a week ago, her absolute biggest problem had been choosing the floral arrangements for her upcoming wedding to Brian.
Now, she was secretly carrying Brian’s unborn child and permanently bound for life to his terrifying older brother.
Her heart hammered a frantic, irregular rhythm against her bruised and aching ribs.
She pulled her trembling knees tightly to her chest in a desperate bid for comfort.
Hot tears violently pricked the corners of her eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.
She had to survive this impossible nightmare.
Her innocent baby’s life depended on her fragile ability to navigate the Alpha’s notoriously unpredictable temper.
The very next morning, the grand estate was suffocatingly, oppressively quiet.
Megan navigated the sprawling, dimly lit, labyrinthine hallways with extremely careful, measured steps.
She eventually found Tyler sitting alone at the head of the massive mahogany dining table.
He was quietly nursing a steaming cup of dark, bitter coffee.
He didn’t even bother to look up from his mug when she tentatively entered the room.
“Sit,” he commanded sharply, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated through the heavy wooden floorboards.
Megan hastily took the chair directly opposite him, keeping her spine painfully stiff.
She gripped the sharp edges of the wooden table to effectively hide her visibly trembling hands.
“We need to clearly establish some strict ground rules,” Tyler continued without preamble.
He finally raised his dark, penetrating eyes to meet her frightened gaze.
They were cold, painfully piercing, and unreadable to her.
“You will faithfully attend all public pack functions standing directly by my side.”
“You will convincingly act like a deeply devoted, happy mate in front of the entire pack.”
“In private, we will strictly stay out of each other’s way.”
Megan swallowed a massive lump in her dry throat, forcing a small, jerky nod.
“That arrangement suits me perfectly,” she lied through her teeth.
Tyler’s chiseled jaw tightened visibly for a tiny fraction of a second.
“Good,” he clipped out coldly, breaking their intense eye contact.
The following weeks rapidly blurred into a tense, physically exhausting daily performance.
During the day, Tyler forcefully dragged Megan to endless pack meetings and tedious territory disputes.
He constantly placed his large, impossibly warm hand directly on the sensitive small of her back.
He frequently leaned in dangerously close to murmur seemingly affectionate nonsense directly into her ear.
He played the difficult part of the fiercely protective, deeply enamored Alpha mate flawlessly.
Megan’s sensitive skin burned like wildfire everywhere his strong fingers touched her.
Her thoroughly traitorous heart would beat wildly out of control whenever his intoxicating pine-and-smoke scent washed over her.
But the exact moment they returned to the privacy of the sprawling estate, the beautiful illusion instantly vanished into thin air.
Tyler would immediately retreat to his dark, secluded study and lock the door behind him.
Megan would quietly hide away in the massive master suite alone.
She felt entirely, devastatingly isolated in a gigantic house constantly full of bustling people.
Her strict, intensely overbearing stepmother Brenda called her cell phone every single day without fail.
“Have you successfully secured his physical claim yet?”
Brenda would demand shrilly through the speaker.
“You are showing no outward signs of a permanent mating bite, Megan.”
“If you don’t quickly seal this union, you’ll be permanently cast out into the freezing wilderness before the first snow.”
Megan always abruptly hung up the phone with her stomach painfully tied in massive, panicked knots.
She spent her lonely afternoons aimlessly wandering the vast, meticulously manicured grounds of the Alpha’s grand estate.
She desperately tried to avoid interacting with the gossiping maids and the fiercely loyal pack enforcers.
Every single wolf in the pack was constantly whispering behind her back.
They all loudly speculated about why their powerful Alpha had abruptly chosen the pathetic, discarded reject of his younger brother.
Megan knew what they were all ruthlessly saying about her.
They thought she had maliciously seduced him in a desperate bid for ultimate power.
They thought she was a manipulative, classless homewrecker.
If only they actually knew the pathetic, heartbreaking truth.
She was just a desperately terrified, hopelessly pregnant woman trying to survive.
The early symptoms of her hidden pregnancy were rapidly becoming impossible to effectively conceal.
She felt horribly, violently nauseous every single morning before the sun even fully rose.
She could barely manage to force down a few bites of dry toast for breakfast.
Her favorite, tailored dresses were starting to feel incredibly, uncomfortably tight around her gently expanding waist.
She knew she urgently had to tell Tyler the complete, unvarnished truth.
The much longer she cowardly waited, the infinitely worse his inevitable, explosive reaction would be.
One particularly cold, rainy evening, Tyler surprisingly returned home exceptionally late from a border patrol.
Megan was securely curled up on the plush velvet couch in the main drawing room.
She had accidentally fallen fast asleep while anxiously waiting for him to return.
The heavy, resounding thud of the solid oak front door violently jolted her awake.
Tyler clumsily stumbled into the dimly lit room, his silk tie undone and his expensive dress shirt horribly wrinkled.
A very sharp, distinctly artificial floral perfume heavily clung to his damp clothes.
It was unmistakably Kelly’s signature perfume.
Megan’s blood instantly ran ice-cold in her frozen veins.
Kelly was Tyler’s notoriously persistent former fling.
She was a gorgeous, ambitious woman who had never hidden her intense desire to become the pack’s Luna.
“Where have you been?”
Megan asked, her voice sounding far sharper than she actually intended.
Tyler paused his erratic movements, leaning very heavily against the wooden doorframe.
“Out,” he slurred slightly, avoiding her burning gaze.
His dark eyes were heavily glazed with copious amounts of strong alcohol.
Megan abruptly stood up, her small fists clenching tightly at her sides.
“With Kelly?” she demanded loudly, her voice trembling with barely suppressed emotion.
A dark, mocking smile slowly spread across Tyler’s outrageously handsome face.
“You specifically told me I could happily keep my harem, remember?”
The cruel, deeply cutting reminder felt like a jagged dagger maliciously twisting in her vulnerable gut.
“I didn’t think you’d actually enthusiastically parade it directly in my face,” she snapped furiously.
She tried to aggressively push past his large frame into the dark hallway.
Tyler abruptly caught her small wrist, his strong grip like a solid steel vise.
“You do not get to act jealous,” he growled low and dangerously in his throat.
“You clearly don’t genuinely want me, Megan.”
“You just desperately want the total protection my powerful name provides.”
He roughly dropped her arm and angrily stalked up the grand staircase.
Megan stood frozen in the middle of the drawing room.
A suffocating, heavy wave of total despair violently crashed over her.
He was entirely, undeniably right.
She was undeniably using him for her own selfish, necessary survival.
But the painful thought of him willingly being with Kelly still made her chest violently ache with an intensity she didn’t understand.
The slowly simmering tension between them finally reached a explosive boiling point at the annual winter solstice gala.
The entire pack had excitedly gathered in the beautifully decorated grand hall to loudly celebrate the holidays.
Brian was predictably there, tightly holding Heather’s small, fragile hand.
Heather looked completely, utterly overwhelmed by the chaotic, primal energy of the celebrating wolves.
Megan carefully watched them from across the crowded, noisy room.
She fully expected to feel the familiar, crushing weight of total heartbreak.
Instead, she surprisingly only felt a dull, distant ache.
Her wandering eyes naturally drifted across the densely crowded, energetic dance floor.
She quickly found Tyler.
He was casually standing near the busy bar, looking dangerously, devastatingly handsome in a tailored, black suit.
Kelly was predictably, practically plastered directly to his right side.
She laughed loudly, playfully tossing her long, shiny blonde hair over her bare, tanned shoulder.
Tyler didn’t even attempt to pull away from her obvious advances.
A fiercely territorial, primal growl unexpectedly tore violently out of Megan’s dry throat before she could even consciously stop it.
Several high-ranking wolves standing nearby curiously turned to stare blankly at her.
Megan’s pale face instantly flooded with intense, mortifying heat.
She quickly spun on her high heel and fled toward the deserted outdoor terrace.
The freezing, sharp winter air violently slapped her brightly heated cheeks.
She heavily leaned against the freezing stone balustrade, desperately dragging freezing oxygen into her painfully tight lungs.
“Hiding away from the wonderful party?” a mocking voice casually drawled from the deep shadows.
Megan jumped in surprise, quickly whirling around to face the intruder.
Craig slowly stepped directly into the bright, silvery moonlight.
He was a notoriously ruthless, aggressive high-ranking enforcer, well known for his vicious temper.
“Just getting some much-needed fresh air,” Megan replied tightly, actively trying to carefully mask her rapidly growing panic.
Craig slowly stepped much closer, his predatory gaze leisurely sweeping over her dark green, form-fitting gown.
“The great Alpha’s leaving his new bride all alone?” he sneered loudly.
“Maybe he’s finally truly realized he accidentally picked the absolute runt of the entire litter.”
Megan’s inner wolf aggressively snapped its sharp teeth loudly in her mind.
“Back the hell off, Craig,” she fiercely warned him.
He just chuckled darkly, aggressively reaching out to roughly grab a massive fistful of her long hair.
“Or what exactly?” he arrogantly challenged her.
Before Megan could even physically react, a massive, powerful force violently slammed directly into Craig.
Tyler furiously threw the heavy enforcer halfway across the massive stone terrace.
Craig loudly crashed into a decorative heavy planter, groaning loudly in obvious pain.
Tyler stood over him, his intensely furious eyes glowing a lethal, unnatural golden color.
“Touch my mate again, and I will happily rip your worthless throat out,” Tyler roared loudly.
The sheer, unadulterated power directly in his commanding Alpha voice instantly brought Craig forcefully to his knees in total submission.
Tyler didn’t even bother to carefully spare him another single glance.
He aggressively grabbed Megan’s small hand and practically dragged her forcefully back into the sprawling estate.
He didn’t stop heavily walking until they were extremely safely locked directly inside his private, secure study.
He violently slammed the heavy wooden door locked behind them.
“What were you carelessly doing out there alone with him?”
Tyler aggressively demanded, his broad chest heavily heaving.
“I definitely wasn’t doing anything!”
Megan loudly yelled back at him.
“I was desperately trying to quickly get far away from the humiliating, public spectacle of you and Kelly.”
Tyler froze, his lethal, explosive anger instantly faltering.
“You were actually jealous,” he bluntly stated.
“I was deeply embarrassed,” Megan fiercely corrected him.
“You’re constantly making a total fool of me directly in front of the entire pack.”
Tyler took a slow, deliberate step directly toward her.
His dark, intense eyes immediately dropped directly to her slightly parted lips.
“Is that genuinely really all it actually is, Megan?”
He closed the remaining distance physically between them.
He aggressively backed her up against the polished, heavy wooden desk.
His large hands firmly gripped her slender hips, powerfully pulling her flush against his solid body.
Megan gasped softly in total surprise.
His intoxicating scent wrapped around her, entirely, wonderfully overwhelming her sensitive senses.
“Tell me to immediately stop,” Tyler whispered roughly.
Megan’s trembling fingers desperately tangled directly into the soft fabric of his expensive suit jacket.
She forcefully pulled him even closer.
Tyler let out a desperate, guttural groan and violently crashed his hot mouth directly down onto hers.
The anticipated kiss was completely, utterly explosive.
It was filled with long weeks of pent-up, aggressive frustration and denied, burning desire.
Megan aggressively kissed him back with equal, unrestrained ferocity.
She willingly opened her soft mouth, fully letting him taste her entirely.
His demanding tongue expertly swept inside, thoroughly claiming her in a way his sharp teeth hadn’t yet.
His large hands desperately roamed all over her sensitive, trembling body.
He forcefully lifted her onto the solid edge of the massive wooden desk.
The important, confidential papers scattered to the floor unnoticed by either of them.
Megan securely wrapped her bare legs around his strong waist, deeply pulling him as close as physically possible.
Every rational, logical thought instantly vanished from her overwhelmed mind.
There was completely, utterly only Tyler.
Only the intense, burning heat of his feverish skin pressed against hers.
He aggressively kissed a bruising, possessive path down her sensitive jaw.
He roughly sucked hard at the vulnerable, sensitive skin of her bare neck.
Megan threw her head back, a soft, pathetic whine escaping her swollen lips.
“You’re mine,” Tyler growled possessively directly against her wildly beating pulse point.
“Say it completely.”
“I’m yours,” Megan breathlessly breathed out.
The unbelievable words felt entirely, terrifyingly true.
Tyler suddenly, abruptly pulled back.
His muscular chest was completely, heavily heaving with total physical exertion.
His dark eyes were entirely, pitch black, dilated with absolute pure, unadulterated lust.
He intensely stared down directly at her for an long, agonizing moment.
Then, he completely, physically stepped away from her.
“I can’t do this,” he quietly muttered, his hoarse voice raw.
Megan felt like she had been violently shoved off a massive, dangerous cliff.
“Tyler?” she quietly asked, her fragile voice trembling.
He desperately ran a shaking hand through his messy dark hair.
He entirely, refused to even physically look directly at her.
“I will not be just another terrible mistake you regret in the morning,” he said bitterly.
Before she could even manage to form a coherent argument, he turned and rapidly walked out of the messy study.
Megan sat frozen on the disorganized desk, completely, utterly alone.
Her sensitive body still heavily hummed with unsatisfied, demanding physical need.
Her deeply confused heart ached with a brand new, terrifying kind of intense emotional pain.
The long next few agonizing days were absolute total torture.
Tyler completely, actively avoided her completely.
He quickly left the sprawling house early before she woke up and returned long after she went directly to bed.
Megan felt like an invisible ghost haunting his massive, luxurious estate.
Her hidden, secretive pregnancy symptoms were getting significantly, noticeably worse.
She constantly felt totally, horribly nauseous in the early mornings.
Her formerly favorite, tailored dresses were increasingly starting to feel incredibly, uncomfortably tight around her waist.
She totally, knew she absolutely, urgently had to directly tell Tyler the complete, unvarnished truth.
The increasingly longer she cowardly waited, the infinitely worse his inevitable reaction would be.
She firmly resolved to directly confront him that very same total night.
She waited up in the massive drawing room, anxiously pacing the expensive, beautifully polished hardwood floorboards.
Complete midnight came and completely, went without a single small total sign of him.
Finally, the heavy, massive front oak solid door loudly clicked open.
Tyler clumsily stumbled directly, inside.
He was completely, heavily intoxicated once again.
He completely, heavily leaned heavily directly against the hallway wall, desperately trying to clumsily kick off his heavy total boots.
Megan completely, rapidly rushed quickly over to directly physically help him out.
“You’re terribly drunk,” she quietly said softly.
Tyler slowly looked heavily down at her with bleary, unfocused dark eyes.
“You waited up,” he heavily slurred.
A surprisingly goofy, out-of-character genuine total smile spread across his handsome face.
“I always wait up,” Megan quietly softly whispered.
She carefully grabbed his heavy strong arm, supporting his massive total heavy physical weight.
She carefully slowly guided him heavily up the massive grand beautiful total staircase.
He heavily leaned heavily directly against her, his warm entire breath fanning against her soft warm cheek.
She managed to successfully get him directly into the massive large complete master suite.
He collapsed directly heavily onto the soft entire edge of the massive large complete bed.
Megan carefully knelt physically down to precisely carefully untie his extremely complete heavy boots.
Tyler slowly reached directly out, his extremely large fingers deeply gently tangling directly extremely into her soft entire hair.
“You’re extremely so deeply beautiful,” he mumbled totally.
Megan’s extremely fragile complete entire heart heavily skipped a fragile incredible entire total beat.
She precisely carefully pulled off his heavy complete extremely entire boots and slowly stood entire up to gently precisely unbutton his extremely wrinkled entire exact shirt.
He didn’t physically resist.
He precisely just deeply watched her carefully with heavily hooded eyes.
“I shouldn’t have left,” he extremely surprisingly whispered suddenly.
“I’m profoundly extremely sorry I left.”
Megan’s gentle entire hands immediately paused precisely on his wrinkled total shirt buttons.
“It’s okay,” she lied.
“It’s not okay,” Tyler insisted stubbornly.
He reached up, cupping her tear-stained entire cheek in his warm palms.
He pulled her down into a soft, clumsy kiss.
Megan froze, her breath catching in her throat, unable to process the absolute perfection of the gentle, tender moment unfolding before her.
She didn’t pull away.
She let him kiss her, her tears finally spilling over her lashes.
Tyler pulled her down onto the mattress beside him.
He wrapped his strong arms around her.
Within seconds, his breathing evened out into deep sleep.
Megan lay trapped against his chest.
She listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.
She knew what she had to do.
When Megan woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming through the curtains.
Tyler was already awake.
He was propped up on his elbow, staring at her intently.
His eyes were clear and sober.
“Morning,” Megan croaked, her throat dry.
Tyler didn’t smile.
“Did we…” he started, his voice rough.
He looked down at his bare chest and unbelted pants.
Megan swallowed the massive lump in her throat.
This was her chance.
If she lied and said they slept together, her pregnancy timeline would be covered.
No one would ever question the baby’s parentage.
She opened her mouth to lie.
“Yes,” the word hovered on the tip of her tongue.
But she looked into Tyler’s earnest, vulnerable eyes.
He had offered her protection.
He had fought for her honor.
He had given her a home when she had nothing.
She couldn’t do it.
She couldn’t betray him like this.
“No,” Megan whispered, a single tear escaping her eye.
“We just slept.”
Tyler let out a slow, heavy breath.
He looked almost disappointed.
Megan sat up, pulling the thick duvet around her body.
She couldn’t meet his gaze.
“Tyler, there’s something I have to tell you,” she choked out.
“Something terrible.”
Tyler sat up slowly, his expression instantly shifting into Alpha mode.
“Who hurt you?” he demanded.
“No one,” Megan sobbed.
“I’m…
I’m pregnant.”
The words hung in the quiet room like a death sentence.
“It’s Brian’s baby,” she confessed, the tears flowing freely now.
“I found out right before the mating ceremony.”
“I was so terrified of being banished.”
“I just wanted to protect my child.”
She buried her face in her hands, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
She waited for him to scream, to drag her out of the house by her hair.
She waited for him to banish her from the pack forever.
The silence stretched out endlessly.
Finally, she felt a warm hand gently cover her trembling fingers.
Megan slowly lowered her hands.
Tyler was looking at her.
There was no anger in his eyes.
There was only profound, devastating sadness.
“I know,” Tyler said softly.
Megan stared at him in complete shock.
“You… you know?” she stammered.
Tyler offered a sad, crooked smile.
“Megan, I’m an Alpha.”
“My senses are ten times stronger than an average wolf.”
“I smelled the change in your scent the moment you walked into my office that night.”
Megan’s jaw practically unhinged.
“Then why did you agree to marry me?” she demanded.
“Why did you go through with the ceremony?”
Tyler sighed, running a hand over his face.
“Because I’ve been in love with you for five years,” he confessed.
The words hit Megan like a freight train.
“You hated me,” she whispered in disbelief.
“I hated that you belonged to my brother,” Tyler corrected.
“I hated watching him take you for granted.”
“When you finally walked into my office, desperate and alone…”
“I saw my one and only chance.”
He reached out, cupping her tear-stained cheek.
“I claimed you because I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else having you.”
“I stayed away because I knew you were only using me for the baby.”
Megan couldn’t breathe.
The arrogant, terrifying Alpha had been harboring a broken heart the entire time.
He had taken on another man’s child just to keep her safe.
“You were going to let me believe you hated me?” she asked.
“I was going to give you time,” Tyler said gently.
“Time to heal.”
“Time to realize that I’m never letting you go.”
Megan threw her arms around his neck.
She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and sobbed openly.
Tyler wrapped his powerful arms tightly around her.
He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply.
“I don’t want anyone else,” Megan cried.
“I just want you.”
“I’ve wanted you since that night in the study.”
Tyler pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with sudden, fierce intensity.
“Are you sure?” he demanded.
Megan nodded frantically.
“Claim me,” she begged.
“For real this time.”
Tyler didn’t hesitate for a single second.
He pushed her gently back against the pillows.
He kissed her with a consuming, fiery passion that obliterated her doubts.
His mouth moved urgently down her jawline.
He found the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Mine,” Tyler growled possessively.
His sharp teeth finally pierced her skin.
The claiming bite sent a blinding shockwave of pure power straight to her core.
The faded bond between them snapped firmly into place.
It was a glowing, golden thread connecting their souls for eternity.
Six months later, the summer sun beat down brightly on the pack grounds.
Megan stood on the sprawling wooden porch of the Alpha’s estate.
Her pregnant belly was heavily swollen beneath her light summer dress.
She rested a protective hand over her child.
The pack was gathered in the massive courtyard below for the summer festival.
Brian was standing near the edge of the crowd with Heather.
He looked up and caught Megan’s eye.
He offered a small, genuinely apologetic smile.
Megan smiled back, a sense of total peace washing over her.
She didn’t hold any resentment in her heart anymore.
She felt a pair of strong, familiar arms wrap securely around her waist from behind.
Tyler pressed a warm kiss against the permanent claiming mark on her neck.
“How is my little pup doing?” he murmured against her skin.
He rested his large hands directly over hers on her belly.
“Kicking like crazy,” Megan laughed softly.
Tyler chuckled, his broad chest rumbling against her back.
“He’s going to be a stubborn fighter, just like his mother.”
Megan leaned back into her mate’s solid embrace.
She looked out over their thriving, happy pack.
She had lost her entire world in a tiny, insignificant coffee shop.
But she had found a far better one in the arms of the man she was destined to hate.
She was no longer the pathetic reject.
She was the fiercely loved, protected Luna of the pack.
THE END
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