The EX-Wife Returns
She was his wife. But she was never meant to be.
On the day Calla married Damien Calloway, his first love, Selene, stood beside her, as her maid of honor. The world believed Calla had won. That she had claimed one of the powerful men in the city. They were wrong.
For three years, she played the perfect wife, managing his business, protecting what she had to . But behind closed doors, Selene never left. She worked beside Damien, whispered in his ear, waited for Calla to fall.
One accusation. One setup. And Calla was dragged away in chains for a crime she didn’t commit. Damien never defended her. Never called. Never visited. Instead, he gave Selene everything, his home, his name, his life.
For five years, Calla rotted in prison. Forgotten. But now? She’s free.
She won’t beg. She won’t cry. She will make them pay.
To destroy Damien, she needs his greatest enemy, Killian Black. Cold. Drop dead handsome but yet Dangerous. A man who could crush Damien’s empire with a single move. But Killian doesn’t trust her.
So she made him an offer.
“Hire me… and I’ll make you king.”
Killian smirked. “I’m already a king,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “But… you can do something else for me.”
Now, Calla must decide: will she bring down the man who betrayed her, or lose herself to someone even more dangerous?
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Chapter: Chapter 250: The EndA day after coming home from the hospital, the big mansion felt different. The loud cheers from the wedding were gone. Vanessa and Rory had gone back. The happy shouts of friends had faded away. Now, the only sounds were the soft cries of two new babies and the quiet footsteps of tired parents. Calla sat in her favorite chair in the living room. She was trying to feed little Xiomara for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The baby was sucking hard, and Calla winced in pain. “Ouch,” she whispered, her voice tired. “Killian, why did no one tell me this would hurt so much? Everyone talks about the joy, but no one talks about this pain.” Killian was walking back and forth across the room with little Xavier in his arms. The baby was crying loudly, his tiny face red and angry. Killian looked more tired than anyone had ever seen him, but his eyes shone with happiness. “I know, my love,” he said softly, rocking the crying baby gently. “I wish I could take the pain for you. I reall
Last Updated: 2025-11-29
Chapter: Chapter 249: Xiomara and XavierFor a single second, there was complete silence in the garden. You could have heard a pin drop. Then, all hell broke loose. Killian’s calm, controlled demeanor shattered into a million pieces. His eyes widened in pure panic. “The baby! The baby is coming!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He didn’t wait for a doctor or an ambulance. In one swift move, he swept Calla up into his arms, her white dress flowing over his arms. “Out of my way!” he shouted, starting to run down the aisle. “She’s having the baby! Now!” The formal, elegant wedding instantly turned into controlled chaos. Rich and powerful guests scattered out of the path of the frantic groom. Chairs tipped over. Neva was already on her phone, barking orders to the drivers. “Forget the decorations! We’re going to the hospital! Now!” Mateo was right behind Killian, trying to help. “The car is this way, boss! This way!” “I know where the car is!” Killian yelled back, still running. Maria grabbed Gabriel’s hand, her face a p
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Chapter: chapter 248:The Wedding and The Water BreaksCalla's grip tightened on the phone. Her body went still. "Vanessa. What do you want?" "Killian called me," Vanessa said, her voice surprisingly calm and clear. "He told me about my father. About... everything he did." "And?" Calla asked, her tone still guarded, waiting for the anger or the blame. "And I'm not angry," Vanessa said, and she sounded like she meant it. "It's over. Finally. I feel... free. Like a huge weight is gone and I can breathe properly for the first time in years." Calla felt the last bit of tension leave her shoulders. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. "I'm truly glad to hear that, Vanessa." There was a comfortable pause. Then Vanessa continued. "Rory and I... we took a test. A Non-Invasive Prenatal Paternity Test. It confirmed that Rory is the father." "That's great news," Calla said softly, meaning it. "I'm happy for you both." "We're happy," Vanessa said, and there was a light, hopeful sound in her voice. "Really, truly happy." Calla looked down
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Chapter 247: The Proposal and Passing the TorchA week later, the heavy feeling that had filled the big mansion was finally starting to fade. It felt like a dark cloud had passed, letting the sun shine through again. Calla was getting her strength back, day by day. She could now walk from her bedroom all the way to the living room without anyone's help. The air in the house felt light and easy, like the first warm day of spring after a long, cold winter. That whole day had been full of laughter and silly games. Killian, who was usually so serious and focused on work, had put everything aside. He spent the entire day with Calla and little Gabriel who was still spending time here as Maria took up plans with the restaurant, Killian and Gabriel played simple card games at the big table. They had ordered far too much food from their favorite restaurants, pizzas, pastas, and sweet desserts, and had eaten it all while watching funny movies that made them laugh until their sides hurt. For the first time in what felt like forever, the huge
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Chapter: chapter 246: : New Beginnings and GoodbyesA few days had passed since the bomb, since Vincenzo's death with Alfredo. The big mansion felt different now, still quiet, but not so heavy. The silence was being filled with new sounds. The soft footsteps of little Gabriel running down the hall. The low voices of Jones and the other guards talking. The gentle rustle of blankets when Calla moved on the living room sofa. Calla rested with her head on Killian's lap, scrolling through videos on her phone. Killian's fingers moved slowly through her hair, his other hand resting on her growing stomach. "I still don't think you should do this today," he said, his voice tight with worry. "The doctor said complete rest. No stress." Calla looked up at him. "I'm not moving from this sofa, Killian. I'm just going to watch on a screen. But I have to be there for Maria. I made her a promise." A few days earlier, Calla had tried to go back to her own house. "Gabriel has been alone with Jones for too long," she had argued. Killian had shaken hi
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Chapter: Chapter 245: Atonement and EndingsCalla swam up from the darkness slowly, like coming up from deep water. The first thing she felt was a dull ache through her whole body. The second thing was a warm, strong hand holding hers tightly. She opened her eyes bit by bit. The bright white lights of the hospital room made her blink several times. "Calla?" a rough, familiar voice whispered close to her ear. "My love, can you hear me? Please say something." She turned her head slowly on the pillow. Killian was there, his face pale and tired beside her bed. Neva stood on the other side, her usual sharp expression softened with real worry. Both of them looked like they hadn't slept for days. "The babies..." Calla managed to say, her voice coming out as a dry croak. Her hand moved weakly to her swollen stomach, needing to feel that they were still there. "They're safe," Killian said quickly, his voice full of emotion as he squeezed her hand. "They're strong, just like their mother. The doctor already checked them. They're perf
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Reborn as a dragon Queen
She was the lowest among them, an omega meant to serve, to obey, to be forgotten.
Until the Alpha touched her.
Until he marked her with words that felt like a promise... and shoved her off a cliff like she was nothing.
Ayla thought betrayal had a name, a face, a heartbeat she once trusted.
She thought the crashing water would be her grave.
But death didn’t claim her.
The dragon did.
She awakens not in darkness, but in silk sheets soaked with sweat, her body wracked with fire, strangers calling her Queen Liliana.
The child they beg her to bring into the world is no wolf pup, it’s something older, deeper… and hers.
Now fire sings in her veins. Scales burn beneath her skin.
She remembers being Ayla. But they swear she is a queen, reborn through flame and fury, the last of the dragon-blooded line.
Torn between two lives, two names, two fates…
Was she reborn by fate’s hand, or was she always meant to rise?
Because if this isn’t death, then it must be the beginning…
of the Dragon Queen.
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Chapter: Chapter 55: A Storm in the Stone HallAyla’s POV I left the thunder of the hall behind me, slipping out a small side door into a quiet, dark corridor. My heart was a wild drum of confusion in my chest. The roar of the crowd still rang in my ears, but all I could see was Thorne’s angry, stormy face as he walked away. I walked quickly, the stones cold under my bare feet. I followed the path I thought he might have taken, away from the noise and the light. I found him. He stood before a tall, narrow window, his back to me, a black shape against the silver moonlight. His shoulders were a hard, straight line of tension. He looked like a statue made of shadow and anger. “Thorne.” He didn’t turn. “Go back to your admirers, Ayla,” he said, his voice flat and cold. “They are waiting for their star.” I took another step closer, the chill from the floor seeping into my skin. “What is wrong? Why did you leave like that?” He spun around so fast it made me jump. His eyes were blazing with a storm of feelings he couldn’t—or would
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Chapter: Chapter 54: A Dance of FireAyla’s POVFor the next two days, the castle buzzed with talk of the feast. Sylvia was everywhere, always moving, always practicing. You could hear her humming in the halls, see her twirling when she thought no one was looking. She wanted to be the star. She needed to be the star.She started rumors. Sweet, poisonous little whispers that slithered through the rooms like snakes. “Poor Luna Liliana,” her maids would sigh to others. “So sheltered. So quiet. She probably never learned the old dances. It must be hard, to be so… unprepared.”Maddie, the obedient little mouse, helped spread the whispers. I saw her in corners, talking fast and low, her eyes bright with mean joy. She wanted to see me fall on my face. She wanted to watch me be a joke.They didn’t know. While they were practicing their pretty steps, I was in the deepest part of the library. I wasn’t reading about wolf dances. I was studying the old scrolls. The dragon dances. Ceremonies from when the great beasts ruled the skies
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Chapter: Chapter 53: The Gilded CageAyla’s POV The peace talks dragged on for days. Around the big wooden table in the council room, words were the new weapons. Caius talked of borders. Thorne talked of respect. The air was thick with fake smiles and hidden knives. I sat beside Thorne, my hands folded, my face calm. But I felt eyes on me. Not Sylvia’s hateful glare. Caius’s. He watched me. Not like a man looks at an enemy. Like a collector looks at a rare, surprising jewel. During a break, as people stretched and drank water, he came to stand near me. “You have a gift, Luna Liliana,” he said, his voice a low, smooth rumble. “The way you spoke of the river trade rights… sharp. Clear. You see the whole board, not just your own pieces.” He sipped his wine, his winter-blue eyes never leaving my face. “It is a rare thing in one so… young.” “I learn from the best,” I said, my voice polite and empty. I did not look at him. “I imagine you do,” he murmured. “A quick mind. A steady hand. Qualities that make a pack truly gre
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Chapter: Chapter 52: The Broken DollAyla’s POV Maddie stood in the doorway, her chest heaving. The sweet mask she always wore was gone, smashed to pieces. All that was left was the ugly truth underneath. Her face was red. Her eyes were wild. “You,” she hissed, the word full of poison. “You think I’m blind? The pots. The cold room. The way you made me look like a fool in front of everyone. You are doing all of it. You are trying to break me into dust.” I didn’t move from the balcony railing. The cool night air felt good on my skin. “I am giving you what you deserve, Maddie. You dug your own hole. I am just watching you stand in it. It’s not a deep hole, but you keep trying to dig it deeper.” Her face twisted into something mean and ugly. She took a shaky step forward. The jagged glass in her hand caught the moonlight, winking like a cruel little star. “I won’t let you! I am not some kitchen omega you can kick around! I was born to be Luna! You stole it! You, a nobody with a monster living in your skin!” She lunged.
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Chapter: Chapter 52: The Silence Before the StormAyla’s POV Thorne’s fury was a quiet, terrible thing. He crumpled the edge of the scroll in his fist. “Forgiven?” he snarled, the word dripping with venom. “He wants me to pardon the bitch who tried to burn you from the inside out? This is an insult. This ends now. The invitation is dead.” He moved to grab the scroll back. To tear it, maybe. “Wait,” I said, my voice too calm in the hot room. He froze, his eyes slicing to me. “Wait for what? For him to spit in my face and call it rain?” I kept my face smooth. My own rage was a cold, hard stone in my gut, but I let none of it show. “We should say yes.” His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits. “Explain.” “Let her come,” I said, meeting his gaze without blinking. “Let her walk into Sun Palace thinking she has won. Let her feel safe. Let Caius feel proud of his cleverness. When your enemy is comfortable, they make mistakes. They get lazy.” Thorne studied me. He saw past my calm words. He saw the ice in my eyes, the calculation. He le
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Chapter: Chapter 51: Quiet KnivesAyla’s POV The invitation to the peace summit was sent to Bloodfang territory. It was set for two weeks from now. Right here at Sun Palace. While we waited for an answer, I started my work. My revenge on Maddie began small. Quiet. The kind of revenge that looks like nothing, but feels like a thousand little cuts. I spoke with the head of the household staff, my voice sweet and concerned. “Poor Maddie,” I sighed. “She seems so restless. Maybe more work would help. I hear the scullery needs extra hands for the copper pots. They say the work is… humbling.” The next day, I saw Maddie, her nice dress covered by an apron, her hands red and raw in soapy water, scrubbing burnt pots. Her face was pure anger. A week later, I spoke to a passing maid. “Isn’t it sad how drafty the north wing rooms are? I’d hate for anyone to be stuck there.” The next day, Maddie’s things were moved from her sunny room to a small, cold room facing the wall. At a council meeting, when Maddie tried to give an
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Broken Then Desired
Emily Carter was the quiet girl no one noticed. She lived in the shadows, buried in books, dreaming of love she thought she would never have. Then Ayden Cole, the golden boy of her college, made her believe she finally mattered. He made her laugh, made her dream, made her fall. But it was all a lie. A cruel bet. A game to humiliate her in front of the world.
One night of betrayal destroyed Emily. One fall from the bridge should have ended her story. But fate had other plans.
She was saved by Jaxon Reed, a dangerous biker with secrets in his eyes. She was remade by Victor Blackwood, the ruthless mafia king who ruled the city with fear and fire.
“You can die as Emily Hart… or be reborn as someone no one dares to touch...” Victor told her, and she chose rebirth, when Emily looked in the mirror again, she was no longer Emily Carter. She was Scarlett. Bold. Beautiful. Untouchable.
Back on campus, no one knows who she really is. Not Ayden, who suddenly wants the girl he cannot have. Not Kelsey, the ex-bully who feels her crown slipping. But Jaxon—the man who saved her, knows, and so does Victor: cold, powerful, twice her age. He should have stayed away, but the more he tries to resist her, the more he burns.
Scarlett came back for revenge, but the game is no longer simple. Desire is dangerous. Enemies circle closer. Love feels like a loaded gun in the wrong hands. And in the end, Scarlett must choose, between the boy who broke her, the biker who saved her, and the mafia king who might destroy her heart…
But what if the real danger is not losing herself to revenge, but to love, or maybe desire?
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Chapter: chapter 127: no no no(POV - SCARLETT) I’d been watching the news, alone in the big, quiet house. The press conference was live on every channel. My hands were clenched together so tight my knuckles were white. I saw Victor get arrested, the cameras crowding around him, and my heart cramped in my chest like a fist was squeezing it. Then I saw the crazy chaos, the other video that proved he wasn’t driving the truck, the men rushing in to break him out… and then he was gone from the screen. The news reporters were shouting, the camera was shaking. I didn’t know if he was safe or if he had been caught again. The not-knowing was a dull, constant ache inside me, worse than the bruises on my neck. That’s when I heard a noise downstairs. A heavy thump. Like a piece of furniture being knocked over. Or a body hitting the floor. My whole body went stone still. I muted the TV. The silence in the house felt thick and dangerous. “Jaxon?” I called out, my voice still rough and painful from the bruises on my thro
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Chapter: chapter 126: I know who you are(POV - KELSEY) Having this bitch here, tied to that chair in the middle of the cold, empty warehouse, is nothing more than pure ecstasy for me. Seeing her like that, even though I’m hurting too, my nose is still a throbbing, taped-up mess, and my hand has a nasty cut from where she slammed it into the broken window when we grabbed her, is everything. It’s better than any party, any new clothes, any compliment from a boy. This is power. Real power. She’d fought, sure. A weak little hoe like her is nothing against me when my anger is fueled by pure, hot hatred. She got a few hits in, but my guys were with me. They held her down. Now she’s mine. One of the men, a big, silent guy who works for him, hands me a metal bucket. It’s full of ice-cold water, with actual chunks of ice floating in it. A mean smile spreads across my face. I don’t hesitate. I swing the bucket and empty the whole thing right onto her head. The water hits her with a shocking splash. She gasps, a raw, choki
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Chapter: chapter 125: The private number(POV - VICTOR BLACKWOOD) On getting home, the place was as silent as a graveyard. Jaxon and I walked through the front door, which was still busted and hanging loose from the police raid. No one came to greet us. No sound of a TV. No footsteps. Nothing. Which was very, very odd. Even in trouble, this house had a pulse. Now, it felt dead. It felt wrong in my bones. We moved carefully through the downstairs, our own footsteps too loud in the heavy quiet. The living room was a mess from the cops, overturned chairs, papers scattered. The kitchen was empty, a single cup left in the sink. Not one other human in sight. My men should have been here. Leo, at the computers. A guard at the door. Someone should have been guarding her. A cold finger of fear traced my spine. I looked up toward the second floor, my eyes scanning the dark windows. That’s when I saw it. The window in Scarlett’s room, the one overlooking the big backyard, was broken. Not just cracked. The glass was completely gon
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Chapter: chapter 124: make her another Scarlett(POV - VICTOR BLACKWOOD) As soon as the video started to play on the giant screen above Jack Cole’s head, a smile curled on my lips. It was a cold, hard smile, but it was real. I saw his face change from triumph to confusion, then to pure, stomach-sick fear. The room exploded into noise, just as we knew it would. In the chaos, I felt a familiar, strong hand clamp down on my shoulder. Jaxon. He didn’t say a word. He just steered me, moving fast and sure, through the furious crowd of reporters, away from the shouting and the flashing lights. Jack Cole was screaming into microphones, a man caught in his own trap, but he was already a ghost to me. We slipped through a side door, into a dark, quiet service hallway behind the stage. The roar of the press room became a muffled storm. Our eyes met for just a few seconds. His were serious, focused. Mine, I’m sure, were blazing with the fire of a narrow escape. He gave a single, sharp nod. Then, with a practiced move, he guided me not towar
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Chapter: chapter 123: fabricated(POV - JACK COLE) The feeling was pure power. It tasted like expensive whiskey and sweet, sweet victory. It warmed my chest and made my head feel light. Victor Blackwood was in handcuffs. He was locked in a cold, concrete cell deep in the county jail, right where he belonged. The arrest had been messy, dramatic, perfect for the cameras. And the entire thing had been captured by the news helicopters I had tipped off, hovering over his big, gloomy house like angry birds. I made sure of it. The whole city needed to see him taken down. Now, I stood at a polished wooden podium in the City Hall press room. Bright lights from a dozen cameras made the room hot and bright, like a stage. The air buzzed with the low sound of reporters murmuring and the clicking of camera shutters. This was my stage. My finest moment. My moment to bury Victor Blackwood forever under a mountain of evidence and public shame. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press," I began, my voice calm and strong, amplified by th
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Chapter: chapter 122: want him gone(POV - JAXON) The loudspeaker crackled to life outside, a harsh, ugly sound that ripped right through the quiet house. It jerked me out of my dark, sad thoughts about the two of them upstairs. My mind had been stuck on that picture, Victor asleep with his head on her hand, their fingers laced together. A booming, official voice echoed against the windows, shaking the glass in the frames. "VICTOR BLACKWOOD! THIS IS THE POLICE! WE HAVE THE ENTIRE PROPERTY SURROUNDED! WE HAVE AN ARREST WARRANT FOR YOU! COME DOWNSTAIRS AND OUT THE FRONT DOOR BY YOURSELF! COME OUT WITH YOUR ARMS RAISED IN SURRENDER! YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE TO COMPLY!" My heart dropped into my stomach like a stone. A cold, sharp panic shot through my veins, making my hands feel numb. Arrest warrant? For what? For the shooting in the city? For causing the riot? It didn’t even matter what the reason was. They were here, and they had the official paper. This was very bad. This felt like the end. I didn’t stop to think. I just
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Chapter: chapter 38: their bickering Callan leaned forward. “You are a moldy sandwich. You rot everything you touch.”Lucien stood. “Alright. That’s it. Say that again.”Callan stood too. “You heard me.”Ronan stepped in between them. “No one is fighting today.”Lucien pointed at Callan. “One more insult and I swear I’ll turn him into a rug.”Hazel sighed and stood. “I’m going to the kitchen.”Both men turned to her at once.“I’ll come with you,” Callan offered quickly.“I’ll carry you there,” Lucien grinned.“No one’s going anywhere with me!” Hazel snapped. “You two stay right here. And if I hear even one growl—”“Can I whine?” Lucien asked, raising his hand.“No.”“Pout?”“No.”“Stare longingly at you?”Callan growled.Hazel pointed at both of them. “Sit. Stay. Like good boys.”Lucien gave a low whistle. “I’m getting mixed signals, and I like it.”“Shut up,” Hazel and Callan said at the same time.She stomped off into the kitchen. The moment she disappeared, Lucien flopped on the couch with a sigh.“She’s cute when she
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Chapter: chapter 37: can you guys stop Callan turned to her. “Hazel, I didn’t lie to you. I swear. Whatever Lucien did, it wasn’t my fault.”“I believe you,” she said quickly. “But I also… I need to know more.”Lucien stood up again. “Then let me stay. I’ll prove to you I’m not the villain here.”“You’re not staying in my house!” Callan growled.“Our house,” Lucien corrected.“You lost that right when you betrayed me!”“Oh please,” Lucien rolled his eyes. “Betrayal? Is that what this is about? Should we really talk about betrayal uh, you’ve always been so dramatic.”“Stop twisting everything!” Callan shouted. “You took something from me.”Hazel looked between the two of them. “What exactly happened between you two?”Lucien smirked. “Want to tell her, brother? Or should I?”Callan clenched his fists. “Don’t.”Hazel stepped between them. “Enough! Both of you. I can’t take this anymore.”She turned to Lucien. “You said the bond between me and Callan was weak. What did you mean?”Lucien shrugged. “Exactly what I said. I didn’t
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Chapter: chapter 36: storm between them Hazel found Lucien seated on the edge of his bed , his legs crossed and a glass cupped in his hand, filled with only the Goddess knew what.“I knew you'd be back soon,” Lucien said with a lazy chuckle, not even turning to look at her.“I don’t have time for your jokes,” Hazel snapped, stepping closer. “I need answers.”Lucien finally looked up, his silver eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “I don’t have the answers you want, Hazel. But I do think it’s time I paid my dear brother a visit.”“You’re going to harm him,” Hazel accused, her voice rising with alarm.“What? No,” he said, raising a brow. “Is that what he told you? That I’m dangerous?” He gave a soft laugh. “I’m not. If I truly were, I would’ve ripped him apart a long time ago.”“But you tampered with his memories,” Hazel shot back. “You weakened our bond!”“Yes,” Lucien said simply. “I did. I tampered with his memories because I needed time with you. I needed you to remember who you are—beyond the mate bond, beyond him.
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Chapter: Chapter 35: her choice Callan," she said softly , "I'm sorry. I didn't realize... I didn't know you were going through that too."Callan's expression softened, and he reached out to take her hand. "Hazel, I understand why you're angry. I understand why you don't trust me right now. But please, don't go back to Lucien. He's dangerous. He's not who you think he is. He's been lying to you, manipulating you. He wants to use you for his own purposes. He can't be trusted."Hazel felt a pang of uncertainty. Could callan be right? Was Lucien really manipulating her? She thought back to everything he had told her, everything he had shown her. It had all seemed so real, so true. But then again, lucien was a master of illusions. He had admitted that himself."What if he's right, callan?" Hazel asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if everything he's told me is true?"Callan's grip on her hand tightened. "Even if it is, hazel, it doesn't change the fact that he's dangerous. It doesn't change the fact that you
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Chapter: tell me the truth she couldn't go back to callan now , she was a danger to him, maybe just maybe with Lucien's help she will have her revenge against Damien and lady celeste for what they did to her, to her pack and to callan. She could even try and understand what is going on in her bond with callan, the bond was strong but something was pulling her back, the kiss with lucien just made things clear that it was broken, even the moon goddess said so. She took a shaky breath. What if she had more than one mate bond, the thought of having another mate scared her, the kiss felt like a bond, like a mate bond, She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts. But it was no use. The questions kept swirling in her mind. What was she going to do now? The answer was clear. She needed to confront Callan. But she was afraid. Afraid of what he would say. Afraid of how he would react. And most of all, afraid of the truth. But she couldn’t keep running. She couldn’t keep hiding. It was time to face the truth, no
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Chapter: unshaken Callan stormed out of his room, fists clenched. His chest felt heavy, his mind spinning with frustration and confusion.Hazel. who was she, why couldn't he just stop thinking of her. in his nightmares she was after him to kill him, she had betrayed him.but still the name echoed in his head, a whisper from a past he couldn’t remember. He reached for the memory, but it slipped away, leaving behind a sharp ache in his chest. everytime he tries to think deeply, it felt like there was just this block, just something that kept blocking him. his wolf also felt frustrated already.He needed to hit something. anything to let out the frustration and anger, he felt.The training grounds were empty—just how he wanted them. Pulling off his shirt, he let the cold night air bite at his heated skin. Without a second thought, he attacked the wooden training dummies.One punch. Another. Harder. Faster.But no matter how hard he struck, the answer wouldn’t come. the barrier in his head wouldn't break.
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