LOGINRissa’s life never seemed to get better each passing day despite having a fated mate. She caught her fated mate having a secret affair with her step sister who always desires all she owned. To make matters worse he made a public show of her by humiliating and rejecting her openly and breaking the bond they had shared. Rissa was betrayed, broken, humiliated, torn apart and very upset that she decided to do a comeback by having a one night stand with a stranger who she didn't know was her second Chance mate by destiny and he was a freaking Lycan King who seem to have many dangerous dealings in his sleeves. Would Rissa ever find happiness or she wasn't destined to have one?
View MoreWhat I Won’t Let Them TakeMark’s POVThe moment she turns and runs toward them, something in me snaps.Not control.Not instinct.Something deeper.Because I know that look.I have seen it before.Not in her.In people who have already decided what they are willing to lose.And I am not letting her become one of them.“Rissa!” I shout, already moving.Too late.She is gone.Not gone gone.But far enough that the Hunters close in around her, their formation swallowing her path, their focus locking onto her like she is the only thing that exists.Which, to them, she is.Josh moves.Not toward her.Toward me.And that is my first warning.My second is the way the Hunters shift.Not all of them follow her.A handful break off.Circle back.Cutting me off.
Rissa’s POVThe moment I turn the corner, I disappear.Not completely.Not in the way they want me to.But enough.I pull the power inward, tightening it close to my skin, dulling the ripple it sends through the air. The street ahead is narrow, broken, lined with empty buildings that lean like they are tired of standing.Perfect.I slow my pace.Not because I want to.Because I need to think.Boots thunder past the intersection behind me.“They went this way!”Wrong.I press my back against the wall, holding still as three Hunters rush by without looking. Their focus is forward. Their mistake.I exhale slowly.That was too close.The silence that follows is worse.Because I know they will realize it.And when they do, they will come back harder.Smarter.I push off the wall and move deeper into the alley,
What I Choose to Fight ForRissa’s POVThe moment I turn and run toward them, everything sharpens.Not fear.Not doubt.Clarity.The Hunters surge forward, weapons raised, their formation tightening as they lock onto me. They think I’m breaking. They think I’m desperate.Good.Let them.Power hums beneath my skin, steady and alive, no longer chaotic. It listens now. It responds.To me.“Target acquired!” one of them shouts.I don’t slow.I push faster.The ground cracks under my steps, energy bleeding into every movement. The air bends slightly around me, distorting just enough to throw off their aim.A shot rings out.I twist.The bullet misses by inches.Another comes.Then another.Too many.I stop running.That’s what throws them.Confusion ripples through their line as I turn to face them fully.“Take her!” the leader barks.They close in.Fast.Disciplined.Deadly.I inhale slowly.Then I release.The power hits the ground like a pulse.A controlled wave.It doesn’t explode.It
What I Will ProtectRissa’s POVThe silence after the fracture closes should feel like victory.It doesn’t.It feels like the moment before something worse begins.I am still on my knees when it hits me again.Not the pull.Not the connection.Something deeper.Quieter.Alive.My hand moves to my stomach before I can stop it.Instinct.Fear.No.Not fear.Knowing.“Rissa.”Mark’s voice is closer now, rough with something he is trying not to show.His hands steady me, pulling me upright.“Stay with me,” he says.“I am,” I answer, but my voice sounds far away to my own ears.Because I am not fully here.Part of me is… listening.Not to the sky.To myself.To the steady, fragile presence tucked beneath everything else.My breath catches.Not now.Not here.I force the thought down before it can fully form.Not because it is wrong.Because it is too right.Josh exhales sharply beside us. “We need to move.”I look up.The street is still broken.The Hunters that survived are pulling back,
Rissa’s POVThe forest outside New Orleans is thick with humidity and memory.Spanish moss hangs from cypress branches like ghosts that never left. The Mississippi moves somewhere beyond the trees, slow and patient, as if it has seen too many wars to be impressed by an
Leaving the ShadowsRissa’s POVDusk settles slowly over the Louisiana marsh.The sky turns dark above the cypress trees, and the humidity thickens as if the bayou itself is reluctant to release us. Insects hum somewhere beyond the safehouse walls. Water laps softly against the muddy banks in the
Darkness Rissa’s POVI stayed kneeling by the river long after Josh walked away.I kept my hand in the water until it went numb, just to prove I could still feel something real. Something untouched.I didn't trust my instincts.I hated that more than anything.They used to be sharp, a compass I co
Beneath the VeilMark’s POVJosh was pretending to sleep again.His hand hadn’t moved since last night—still resting near that knife he thought I hadn’t noticed. I didn’t wake Rissa. She needed the rest, and I needed to see how far Josh would go if he thought no one was watching.The fire had burne
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