Chapter: Chapter NINETY Tessa's POV: Some mornings, I still wake before the sun.Old habits, I guess.There was a time when waking up early meant preparing for battle, whether emotional or physical. A time when I carried the weight of other people’s expectations like armor. When I didn’t know who I was. But now?I wake for peace.For the little giggles echoing down the hallway. For the scent of cinnamon and fresh air drifting through the estate windows. For the love that fills every crack I once believed would never heal.I rolled onto my side, smiling as soft fingertips brushed along my cheek.Lucian.Even in sleep, his hand instinctively reached for me. His brow softened when he found me there beside him, like the storm of his past still needed reassurance that I hadn’t left.“I’m here,” I whispered, kissing his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere.”He stirred slightly, his lashes fluttering. “Mmm. You say that now… But wait till she throws oatmeal in your hair again.”I laughed softly. “She’s your daughte
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty NineTessa's POV: The pain came in waves, fierce and wild, like a storm crashing against cliffs. My cries echoed through the estate halls, but I wasn’t afraid.I was ready.Lucian knelt beside me, gripping my hand with a strength that made me know that he couldn't lose me. He didn’t flinch when I screamed. He didn’t waver when I sobbed his name. He was just there, whispering encouragement, pressing kisses to my sweat-soaked hair, his eyes never leaving me. “You’re almost there,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. “You’ve got this, moonlight. Just a little more.”I gasped, breath hitching, as another contraction tore through me. My mother stood near the foot of the bed, calm and focused, guiding the process with ancient magic that soothed the sharpest edges of the pain. Beside her was one of the estate’s most trusted she-wolves, Marra, the head healer, and Kate, one of my former maids who had stayed despite the havoc caused by Olivia. They moved around me with practiced hands and so
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty EightTessa's POV: The mating ceremony wasn’t the kind of wedding I ever imagined growing up. There were no white dresses. No flower girls tossing petals. No fancy chairs lined up in rows.Instead, there was a circle.A wide, open clearing under the full moon. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and the hum of ancient magic. Wolves surrounded us, shifters from every corner of Lucian’s territory, some in human form, others padded and noble in their fur, all standing in reverent silence.And at the center of it all, him.Lucian.The Lycan King. The Alpha.He stood shirtless, barefoot, draped in a ceremonial sash made of braided threads, black, silver, and deep crimson, the colors of the Alpha line. The mark of the moon was etched in ash across his chest.He looked feral and beautiful. Mine.His dark eyes found mine as I stepped into the circle.I wore nothing elaborate. Just a deep blue silk gown and a crown of wild white flowers threaded with moonvine across my hair. My feet were bare.
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty SevenTessa's POV: The wind that drifted through Lucian’s estate smelled different now. Not of blood, not of fear, but of wildflowers and ash, burnt sorrow giving way to something green again.We had returned a week ago.Not to pick up where we left off. That was impossible. Too much had been lost, too many truths had cracked open. But we came back to rebuild. Not the walls, but ourselves.Lucian’s estate was quieter than I remembered. Most of the staff had either fled during the chaos of Olivia or were reassigned by the Council until the dust settled.So it was just us.And strangely… I liked it that way.Our wounds, physical and otherwise, were still fresh. My ribs still ached when I twisted too far. Lucian winced when he moved his shoulder, where Olivia’s claws had nearly ended him. But the deepest healing wasn’t of the body.It was of the soul.He sat at the edge of the garden now, sunlight streaming through the overgrown vines above his head. His eyes were closed, his face tilted upwa
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty SixTessa's POV: Dawn had barely begun to touch the horizon when the silence broke, low growls rumbling in the distance. Not from enemies. This time, they were different.I turned slowly, blood still drying on my skin, my breath catching as dark shapes approached through the woods. They came without sound, seven in total, cloaked in deep gray robes, faces partially masked in silver. Their eyes glowed faintly with ancient magic, and the moment they stepped into the courtyard, the very air bent around them.The werewolf council enforcers.Behind them came another group, less cloaked, more armored, already moving swiftly to begin evacuation. They carried stretchers, sacred warded tools, and whispered spells that lifted bodies with reverent silence.Olivia's still-bound form was hauled to her knees. She didn’t fight. Her eyes were blank now, devoid of the fire that once consumed her.One of the enforcers passed close to me, his silver eyes sweeping across the carnage. “We intercepted the dis
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty FiveTessa's POV: Olivia groaned under the crushing weight of my magic, slumped against the courtyard wall like shattered porcelain. Her limbs twitched weakly, still bound by the living vines I’d summoned from the earth itself. Her hair was tangled and streaked with blood, and her once-fierce eyes now brimmed with a trembling disbelief.Olivia.The Alpha who tore everything apart.The sister who murdered her own blood.Now she lay broken.And still, I wasn’t done. My palms pulsed white with power, raw and ancient. I could feel it in the wind, in the soil, in the ache of my grief; it surged through me, responding to every thought, every breath.But then…Something shifted in the air.A ripple.A soft hum, like magic brushing against memory.I turned quickly.And there he stood.“Noah.”He stepped out from the smoke and shadows like a vision from another lifetime.Still tall. Still steady. Still carrying the sadness in his eyes that had never really left since we were kids.His brown curls
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Chapter: Chapter 180Hannah’s POV:The first thing I felt was the sterile cold of the hospital sheets beneath me, followed by a dull ache creeping through my body. When I finally opened my eyes, the bright hospital lights nearly blinded me. Slowly, my vision adjusted, and the blurry shapes around me became clearer. Adam was sitting by my side, his hand tightly clasping mine. His eyes were red-rimmed, but the moment he saw me awake, relief washed over his face like a wave breaking against the shore.“Hey,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re awake.”I tried to speak, but my throat was dry, so I squeezed his hand instead. My gaze drifted to the other faces gathered around the room—Josh, my mother, Bryce, Michael, even Mom, all of them watching me with hopeful eyes. They had been here all night, waiting for me to open them.After a few moments, the door swung open, and the doctor stepped in, his face serious but kind. Adam stood immediately, worry etched into every line on his face.“Is she
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Chapter: Chapter 179Hannah’s POVThe ocean had never looked so blue.Even from where I stood behind the curtain of white chiffon at the entrance of the beach aisle, I could see the waves stretching endlessly, shimmering under the afternoon sun like the surface of a dream. The breeze was soft, warm, scented with salt and jasmine from the flowers woven into the décor. Palm trees swayed gently in the distance, as if they too were celebrating with us.This was it.My wedding day.I looked down at my hands, trembling slightly despite the calm in my heart. The lace sleeves of my gown hugged my arms perfectly, the beaded neckline catching the light with every tiny movement I made. Selena stood beside me, adjusting my veil for the tenth time even though it was already perfect.“You’re shaking,” she whispered with a soft laugh, trying to lighten the mood.“I’m not shaking,” I lied. “I’m vibrating with happiness.”She smiled, her eyes glossy. “I still can’t believe this is real. From co-workers to Maid of honor at
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Chapter: Chapter 178Hannah’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the light.It wasn’t the warm glow of chandeliers or the soft gleam of sunlight through silk curtains like in the bridal shop. This light was harsh, blinding, sterile. It pressed against my eyelids like a command.Wake up.I tried to turn my head, but even that small movement made the world tilt violently. My eyes fluttered open and all I saw was white—white ceiling, white walls, the blurred outline of machines humming somewhere close by.Hospital.The realization came slowly, like my brain was wading through thick mud.I inhaled, the scent of antiseptic filling my lungs, and then I heard a familiar voice.“Hannah?”I turned my head to the side, and there he was.Adam sat beside the bed, his eyes rimmed red, his fingers wrapped tightly around mine as if he was afraid I might disappear if he let go. His hair was slightly disheveled, like he had run his hands through it one too many times, and his jaw was clenched in that way he got when he was
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Chapter: Chapter 177Hannah’s POVA year has passed now.I stood alone in my office, the morning light pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, painting the polished marble floor in shades of gold. The Blacken Empire logo glinted proudly on the far wall, a reminder of the name I now carried not just in blood, but in responsibility.On the shelf behind my desk sat the award.I hadn’t meant to place it there so prominently. It was supposed to be temporary—just somewhere to keep it safe until I found the right display cabinet—but days had turned into weeks, and I still hadn’t moved it. The crystal plaque reflected the sunlight in tiny rainbows across the room.“CEO of the Year – Hannah Blacken.”Beneath it, framed in sleek black wood, was the certificate appointing me as the official Chief Executive Officer of Blacken Empire. My signature at the bottom looked strange every time I saw it, as if it belonged to someone else—someone braver, more confident, someone who didn’t still feel like she was p
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Chapter: Chapter 176Hannah’s POVThe hospital corridor felt colder than any place I had ever been.It wasn’t just the air-conditioning—it was the kind of cold that seeped into your bones and refused to leave. The white walls were too bright, the lights too harsh, as if the building itself was indifferent to the storm tearing us apart inside. The smell of antiseptic burned my nostrils, making my head ache, my stomach churn.Dad was in surgery.Those words kept replaying in my mind like a broken recording. Dad is in surgery. Dad is in surgery. Dad is in surgery.Adam sat beside me, his arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. I don’t even remember when I started crying. All I know is that I couldn’t stop. My chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself, my breaths coming out in short, painful gasps that didn’t feel like enough oxygen to keep me alive.Mom paced the length of the waiting room, wringing her hands until her fingers turned pale. Bryce sat with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor as
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Chapter: Chapter 175Hannah’s POVEverything around me blurred into noise and chaos.The fairy lights that had looked so beautiful minutes earlier now swayed wildly above our heads, trembling as if even they were afraid. Guests lay flat on the grass, some crying, some whispering prayers, others too stunned to make a sound. My family was huddled together in the middle of the lawn, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.Uncle Chen stood in front of us like a demon pulled straight out of my nightmares.His face was flushed, veins standing out on his neck, eyes burning with something that went far beyond anger. It was obsession. Hunger. The desperate need to cling to power no matter the cost.Maria stood beside him, her smile gone, her lips curled into something cruel and sharp. The waiter’s uniform she wore looked like a mockery of the innocence she had once pretended to have.“You see this?” Uncle Chen said, waving the gun lazily in the air, his voice echoing through the stunned silence. “This is what happens whe
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A Yearning Beyond Years
“We…shouldn’t be doing this,” Stacey moaned as she felt Noah’s lips kiss the side of her neck.
“Tell me to stop, and I will,” he whispered.
“I’m twelve years older than you; what would the world say?”
“I don’t care what the damn world says. The only thing I care about is the woman in front of me.” He kissed her on that same sensitive spot on her neck.
“So I say again, Professor, tell me to stop and I
will.”
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32-year-old Stacey Smith's life comes crashing down when she discovers her husband's betrayal. Seeking comfort, her best friend drags her to a club where she ends up having a one-night stand with a stranger.
Stacey is shocked to realize the guy she slept with is one of her students, the popular star basketball player of her school, 20-year-old Noah Baker.
What happens when an unlikely romance blooms between the two? In an era of scrutiny and criticism, how would they handle the world's reaction to their unusual love?
And with Noah’s future hanging on the line, her ex-husband and a new love interest her age after Stacey, would they be able to overcome all the challenges they face, or would they cave in and walk different paths?
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Chapter: Chapter 90(A YEAR LATER) The day dawned clear, as if the universe itself had decided to bless them with a perfect sky. Morning light poured through the tall windows of the small countryside chapel where everything was set. White flowers lined the aisles, delicate petals scattered across the floor, and ribbons of soft gold glimmered in the sunlight. It wasn’t an extravagant cathedral or a grand ballroom, it was something far more intimate. Something that felt like them.Stacey had chosen it deliberately. A place away from the noise, away from the judgments of the past. A place where she could promise forever without the weight of a thousand eyes measuring her choices.She stood in a quiet room at the back, dressed in ivory silk that clung gracefully to her curves, her growing baby bump just visible beneath the fabric. She held unto the bouquet of wild flowers with sweaty palms. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and touched her stomach, a smile breaking across her face. Life had a str
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Chapter: Chapter 89Stacey's POV:The city felt like it had been waiting for me all along.New York…its noise, its restlessness, its unstoppable current swallowed me whole, but instead of drowning me, it taught me how to breathe again. The skyline was no longer just a backdrop; it was the frame of my new life.In the mornings, sunlight streamed through my apartment windows, catching on the spines of books stacked along the walls, my book among them, my story. The bestseller label still startled me every time I saw it. A part of me still whispered that it wasn’t real, that at any moment someone would expose me, laugh at me, remind me that women like me didn’t get happy endings.But then, laughter would break that thought apart… my children’s laughter.Tessa had adjusted faster than I expected. She’d always been an old soul, though I sometimes forgot she was still just a child. New York fascinated her, it was like she knew she was born here, the towering buildings, the museums, the parks. Ethan, on the oth
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Chapter: Chapter 88Stacey's POV:It was strange how peace could feel so much like trembling.The morning after I told Michael the truth, I woke with my chest lighter but my limbs heavy, as if I had dragged my heart through fire the night before. The silence of the house was loud, no violin strings playing from the street below, no roses, no forced smiles. Just me, my children sleeping upstairs, and the soft rhythm of my own breathing.I reached for my phone almost unconsciously, my fingers dialing Chloe’s number before my mind caught up.“Stace?” her groggy voice floated through.The second I heard her, I crumbled. “I did it.”“You told him?”“Yes.” My voice cracked. “Chloe, I finally told Michael the truth.”There was a pause, and then a squeal so sharp I had to hold the phone away from my ear. “Oh, thank God! Stacey, I was praying you’d find the courage. You did it!”I laughed through tears. “It doesn’t feel like courage. It feels like I broke someone’s heart. He… he looked at me like he knew. Like he
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Chapter: Chapter 87Stacey’s POV:The apartment was too quiet.The kids had fallen asleep early, their soft breathing filling the rooms like a lullaby. Micheal and I sat in the living room, a lamp casting warm light across the space. I’d chosen this moment deliberately. No distractions. No excuses. Just us.My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I was afraid he could hear it. The words I’d rehearsed a hundred times stuck in my throat. But I knew I couldn’t keep running. Not anymore.Micheal was sitting across from me, scrolling absently through his phone, a glass of wine untouched on the table. He looked tired, worn in a way I hadn’t noticed before…maybe from work, maybe from the weight of carrying a future for us that wasn’t really ours.I cleared my throat. “Micheal?”He glanced up, smiling faintly. “Hmm?”My hands twisted in my lap, knuckles pale. “Can we talk? Really talk?”Something in my tone must have tipped him off, because the smile faded. He set his phone aside and leaned forward, elbo
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Chapter: Chapter 86Stacey’s POV:The room they led us into after the signing event was quiet compared to the chaos outside. My head was still spinning from the applause, the endless hands that had held my book, the smiles, the cameras. But the second the door closed behind me, and Noah stayed, my world tilted on an axis I hadn’t realized was still turning.It was just us.For a moment, neither of us spoke. He leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, that same intensity in his eyes that once both thrilled and terrified me. I clutched my book, the very one he’d brought to me to sign, like it was a shield.“So?” His voice broke the silence, deep and steady but threaded with something unspoken. “Was it real?”The question landed like a stone in my chest.I could have lied again. I could have laughed it off, told him the book was just a story, fiction, imagination spun into something people happened to believe in. That would have been easier…safer.But Noah’s eyes pinned me in place. Those eyes had always
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Chapter: Chapter 85Stacey’s POV:The day of the signing dawned bright, sunlight spilling across my bedroom like a promise. Tessa burst into my room before I could even sip my tea, hopping onto my bed in a flurry of excitement.“Mommy, today you’re famous!” she announced, throwing her arms around me.I laughed, hugging her tight. “I’m already famous to you.”She shook her head seriously. “No, famous to everybody.”Her confidence steadied me in ways my own couldn’t. Still, nerves gnawed at me as the hours ticked by. The success of the book had been overwhelming, the kind of whirlwind that left me dizzy. But this? Sitting in front of strangers and letting them see me, this felt like exposure all over again but in a good way and this one was with my consent.By afternoon, we arrived at the venue. The building itself was grander than I’d expected, with tall glass doors and a banner draped across the entrance bearing my book’s title: The One I Let Go.Fans were already lined up outside, winding around the blo
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