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I couldn’t move. Not even blink.I sat frozen in my chair as the sounds of applause and cheerful chatter faded into the background as I stared up at the portrait that had just been revealed. The canvas was large, the colours deep and bright. It hovered over me like the ghost of a new world I was sucked unintentionally into.The picture was me—not just a resemblance, or trick of light, me. Every angle of the woman’s face was an exact replica of mine. The cheekbones, the jaw, the arch of her brows, the haunting depth of her eyes, and by the goddess, even the shape of her lips were just like mine—soft, full, with a slight downward tilt of a knowing frown.My stomach twisted as I stared, trying to understand what I was seeing. My clammy hands gripped the soft fabric of my dress. My head spun, like my body was shutting down to make space for the panic rising within. I couldn’t remember sitting for the photo, so it definitely wasn’t me. So how did they have it? How could Varic, a man I had

NadiaWomen screaming for help.Children crying.Blood everywhere. I bolted upright and cried out as my head exploded in a dizzying pain.I was panting, realizing that it had only been a dream that the infamous Varic the terrible known for his crimson eyes would save me much less call me his mate.“You shouldn’t move,” a low, husky voice said.I froze. Slowly, I turned my head and let out a small cry of panic.A man was sitting in a dark wooden chair by the fire, watching me. He was big and muscled like a soldier. He stood slowly and stepped toward me, and the fire’s glow finally touched his face. My breath caught in my throat.It hadn’t been a dream…No. No!Ren eyes like hot metal. A scar across one brow. A reputation I knew too well. Too close to home. A history that had haunted every wolf tale whispered across the territories.Varic, The terrible.My pulse spiked, and I scrambled backward on the bed instinctively, ignoring the pain ripping through my skull. He noticed but remai

NadiaMy consciousness floated somewhere between pain and awareness. “Thelma, what the fuck have you done?!” Greg’s voice, filtered in.I wanted to open my eyes, to see, but my body felt disconnected from me. My head throbbed with a dull pain swelling behind my skull.“She…she just stood up too fast!” Thelma’s voice sounded like she was panicking. “I didn’t mean to push her that hard…she was in my face!”Her voice lowered. Muffled. I couldn’t make out the words. All I could make out was the bitter taste of blood in my mouth and the dull, distant sensation of the cold ground.Then I felt someone touching me. A pair of strong arms slid under me, lifting me up.My body landed on a hard uneven surface, and then a door was shut, above me. I wanted to scream and rage, but all I could do was lie there, crumpled like a broken doll. The smell of motor oil and leather filled my nostrils. And then I realized, I didn’t know where he was taking me.The car rumbled with movement for what felt like

NadiaHe saw me.But he didn’t stop.He leaned in deeper, gently cupping the woman’s face like she was his precious gem.I stood rooted to the floor, arms limp at my sides. My eyes twitching with tears. Eventually, they broke apart. Laughing. Then his eyes slid back to mine and he began walking toward me, drink in hand, the music suddenly non-existent.“Let’s go outside,” he said casually, grabbing me roughly by the arm. I opened my mouth, but I found myself unable to speak a word. My lips trembled from holding back everything I wanted to scream. I let him drag me silently until we got outside.“Are you stalking me now, Nadia?” There was no remorse in his voice, instead he sounded pissed.“How did you even get here?” He asked again “looking like that,” the lady suddenly appeared by Greg’s side. Her hands nestled fondly on his arm.“Thelma,” he cooed and allowed her to kiss him.My eyes widened with realization as I looked at her thoroughly. “Take a picture, it would last longer,” s

NadiaMy eyes widened as I realised what he was doing. Without saying anything more, I followed the guards out of the room. I understood, but it still hurt, the way he had rejected me publicly.The sun was long gone by the time I got home.I leaned against the door once I closed it behind me. Greg hadn’t meant it, I told myself. He was, probably just shocked to see me. I mean, who wouldn’t be, right?I exhaled shakily and forced myself to move. It was my fault and I had to apologise. After all he had in five years, instructed me on the do’s and don'ts for when we were in public and I had embarrassed him.I wore the silk emerald dress he had complemented once. I even curled my hair and used a bit of makeup.Anything to feel more… normal. Anything to make tonight right again.Even though I still had to tell him about our baby.By 8 p.m., everything was ready. The table was set. Candles lit.. I kept checking the door every few minutes. Each sound had my heart racing, hoping it was his ca

Nadia“Sorry for your loss, Ms Nadia”My breathing had become shallow as I sat still on the edge of the examination table, trying to process my loss. Another one.The third miscarriage, in a year.My baby, Clarissa. I had wanted her to be a girl so bad I already gave her a name. My eyes glistened with unshed tears. Why me?This was all I had ever truly wanted. A family. But it was obvious the Moon Goddess had other plans.I tried to steady my breathing but my heart had sunk into a pit. I pressed my palm flat against my lower stomach, and winced at the emptiness inside. My baby was really gone. I bit my lip, hard, trying to stop the tears.But they came anyway.Growing up as an omega with well recognized parents should have made life easier but It didn’t for me.It was ironic that the daughter of renowned Seers, ended up being such a weakling. Weaker than an omega. I had no wolf, no inherited powers and lived a long life of being a dent on my family's perfect image. When I met Gre