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“I was never supposed to be reborn or even brought back as Helene even then. All of this started because of me. This madness would never have happened if I had stayed dead, and now, I’m ready to rectify everything.” I placed a hand on my stomach. “Please spare my pup. It’s yet to fully develop as it is. Please leave everyone alone. I’m willing to sacrifice my life instead. I should never have been allowed to live as it is.”Esmeralda giggled. It was a soft, eerie sound that soon built into full-blown laughter. “Did you really think my mothers and sisters didn’t consider that? Your foolish mate would just drag you back again. And even if he didn’t,” she tilted her head, eyes glinting, “ There’s nothing more potent than a child’s soul. Now pay up!”“Stop.”The single word cut through the room like a blade. Jenna stepped forward, clutching the book tighter. Her eyes burned with a light fiercer than I had ever seen. What exactly was running through her mind now?“I’ll do it,” she announced

Samiya’s POVMeidran’s disguise screamed the word Joker to any who dared to stare for too long, but that was his problem and had nothing to do with me.The odds that Zain had placed a bounty on Meidran’s head were beyond high, and I didn’t plan on taking any detours on our way to the castle. Luckily for us, Esmeralda had a wide variety of wigs, gowns, and cloaks at her disposal. Perfect for Meidran to put on and hide any traces of him in this cabin.“To think that we wanted this fool,” Scarlet snorted when Meidran stepped out.Meidran was dressed in a long, teal-green gown, and over that was a black cloak. Long brown curls framed his face, bringing out a feminine side he did not have. And to make things more interesting, he had red lipstick on. Meidran's lips bent into a scowl that I wasn’t sure was going to be leaving anytime soon. The stubble on his cheek didn’t help with his appearance either, and his broad, hairy chest peeked through the tight gown. He looked absolutely perfect!A

Samiya’s POVA pregnant slave. That was what I was.For the past four days, Esmeralda fed me like a baby pig she was getting ready to sell. My bedroom had also been upgraded from the small corner of the cabin where the floor served as both my chair and bed; now I had a real bedroom. It was nothing like the one that Zain and I shared in the castle, but it was an upgrade nonetheless.Meidran was the enslaver.He ensured that I did everything according to Esmeralda’s wishes, and although I fought back on the first day, when Esmeralda landed a hard slap across my face and held a knife up as she threatened to make the sacrifice, then and there, I learned to comply.Compliance was not always a weakness. It was something I had recently come to learn.Every night since my capture, Esmeralda would visit me and complain about how wrongly the witches had been treated when they were the ones who helped make Etrana what it was today. I had no choice but to listen, of course. Fortunately for me, th

Zain’s POVAll of my resources were used in finding Samiya, and yet I had nothing.Four long, treacherous days had gone by, and still, I had nothing.I traveled along with my guards to where the run-down cabin should have been, but in its place, we found nothing except for a vast and empty space. We searched every area close to where I was so sure the cabin should have been located, but still, we found nothing. It started to look like I imagined the entire thing.My nights were filled with me drawing up possible hiding places where Esmeralda might have kept Samiya, while my mornings were filled with anger, and for the first time in my life, I wished for nothing more than for Ralph to take control and cause carnage on anyone who crossed his path.It felt like losing Helene all over again, except this time I couldn’t visit a grave to weep or scribble my thoughts on paper. I was forced to replay several alterations of what-ifs in my head.But everything changed on the fifth day.I was ab

Samiya’s POVI had always had a certain fascination with witches, but I never believed that the first one I would encounter in this life would just happen to be my mate’s ex.Maybe the goddess had decided to play a cruel trick on me.I didn’t find it funny. Not in the least bit.“You see, when I said that I was going to bring you here… I-I.. I didn’t just mean I was going to bring you here to die in this nasty old place. What I meant was that I was going to take you, Esmeralda, so that she could make both of us human and so that we could live the rest of our lives happy and away from all the madness that came from being a werewolf, Miya. There would be no more ranks or idiot wolves running around in our minds, always demanding one thing or the other. We could have achieved perfection!”I forgot to mention that the goddess trapped me together with my ex-mate as well. This was the cruelest of all jokes.And once again, I didn’t find it funny.Meidran's eyes widened as he kept explaining

Zain’s POVIncompetent.That was one word that could accurately describe how I felt.“None of us have any time left,” Jenna’s words were all I could focus on through the entire carriage ride to the mystery cabin. I knew that I had made a dangerous deal with the witches and that I had agreed to sacrifice something important. What I failed to remember was what that one important thing just happened to be. I drilled Jenna a couple of times for an answer, but every single time she provided an answer even more vague than the last.Jenna was nothing short of infuriating.It didn’t help that Samiya didn’t know anything, and so I just had to sit back, relax, and welcome the unexpected.How perfect!“Zain,” Samiya called, pulling me out of my tumultuous thoughts.With the speed of a garden snail, I tilted my head in Samiya’s direction.“Samiya,” I called, mirroring the tone she had used with me.“You’re upset that I didn’t tell you about Meidran, aren’t you?” She asked in a hushed tone, and he

I shouldn’t have seen it.And yet I couldn’t unsee it.It was unbelievable. Unreal. And yet it was very much real.My lungs wouldn’t work properly until we were in the carriage. Then the air came in ragged gasps, too fast, too shallow. My chest heaved. My hands shook.I blinked once, only to find Iris staring at me, her face as blank as ever.“You would make a terrible werewolf. You have no gut. You have no liver. For all I know, you probably think you’re still in cozy little Evenmoor.”I leaned my back against the carriage seat. Lips pursed as the past few days played in my head like the nightmare that it was.“Forgive me,” I snapped, “for not preparing for a world that I never believed existed.”A beat of silence passed, and with it came a tension I wasn’t ready to battle with, so I remained put and let the silence become my companion.Had I gone too far? Said too much?Iris was protecting me and keeping me close. Teaching me skills that could save my life or some other man’s marita

My back was flat against cold metal, and the sharp, bitter scent of crushed herbs filled my nose—mint, something sour, something medicinal.The difference was that this time, I wasn't forced to have my legs spread-eagled while wrinkled hands I still tried not to remember violated me. Instead, Iris was ordering me to rest.But how could I get any sleep when Iris had just informed me that Frank could forcefully take me if he caught me alone? She had just informed me that my age-old fear of getting bedded by a withered old Lord was possible, and I was just supposed to accept it and go to sleep?No. I could not. I would not.I sat up, combing my hair with my fingers.“You’re supposed to be asleep, Quinn.”“How—”“Werewolves can't just hear words even from far distances, we can sense certain movements too… and of course hear them as well. So I don't need to look at you to know what you are doing… most of the time.”I arched an eyebrow. “Most of the time?”As fast as my hands would let me,

Werewolves weren’t real until I was to marry one.And ghosts were a thing of the imagination until I was informed that my brother-in-law was one.Dark eyes that reminded me a little too much of Lewison followed my every movement at breakfast. It was when I noticed the blond hair this person carried that the realization would strike me.I was still seeing ghosts.My fingers tightened around my fork. Iris’s remedy was enough to grant heavenly sleep, but not quite good enough to take a certain spirit back to heaven… or hell depending on what this Dorian Aubrey was like anyway.“Quinn.” The sharpness of the tone brought me back to where I was and what I was supposed to be doing.My head jerked to my left as I put on a pretend smile for my favorite healer—Iris. She didn't return it.Her eyes fell on my food. “You were eating and you just stopped.” Her eyes rose to meet mine and she arched an eyebrow. “Did you perchance see something of interest?”Was the woman trying to bait me into adm

I thought I knew what would happen after I finished.I was wrong.Lewison always surprised me when I least expected it.I had shown him what he wanted and given him verbal permission to do what he had to do with me… that was the only way I could be with child after all. But he was patient?Beads of his seed cooled on my chest, sticky and impossible to ignore. My jaw ached. My knees would be bruised from the cold floor. But I’d done it.I watched him stand, tying his breeding garment around his waist with steady hands like he hadn’t just fallen apart under my mouth. Like his voice hadn’t broken, saying my name.And then he surprised me.I didn’t need an invitation or express permission to get on my feet. A rag. I needed a rag now to clean up the mess I had created.Turning on my heels, I planned to search for one, but the hot, rough palm that landed on my naked shoulder put an end to my plans.“You were amazing tonight. Thank you.”Arching an eyebrow, I spun to meet the owner of the v

I’d felt it against me earlier. But seeing it was different.I had almost forgotten what he looked like, but, oh, how could I?He was… significant. Thick enough to make me wonder how he hid all of that while he walked around. Hard—standing proud, curving slightly toward his stomach. The head flushed dark, almost purple with blood. A bead of moisture caught the firelight—clear, glistening, proof of his want. A vein ran along the underside, pulsing visibly with each heartbeat.My mouth went dry.Then wet.I never knew that my body could act that fast until that very night. My body knew what to do even if my mind was screaming.I reached out. Hesitated. My hand hovered inches away as my mind repeatedly asked if any of this was actually real.“You can touch me,” Lewison said, his voice tighter than I had ever heard it before. “I won’t break.”I almost laughed. He thought I was worried about HIM?I was worried about ME.I wrapped my fingers around him.Memories of the tavern night rushed b

You had done it once, so what's the shame in doing it again?It's not like any of the maidens back in Evenmoor would know.If anything, all the maidens back in Evenmoor and here in SouthPoint Pack would agree.The heat pooling in my belly agreed with all the stupid arguments I made in my head.I released a sigh.“Fine.”In Lewison’s giant chambers, where only the two of us existed, the word seemed to echo for an eternity, and maybe it was simply because of what that one word signified. Quinn Feywin, you had just agreed to show him something from your secret, secret journals. Act out a fantasy that was only meant for your eyes. Do something no proper Evenmoor maid would ever admit to imagining.Even referring to myself in the third person didn’t make the situation any easier to deal with.The more I thought about it, the more I began to see this as an exchange. Unconventional but fair… based on the sense of judgment. I’d show him one little thing, and he’d forget the journals ever ex