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Author's Note - Before We Jump Into Volume 2
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2025-08-09 21:38:19Okay, wait. Before you run off to process that cliffhanger or dive into whatever other story in your library is calling your name, I need a favor. Actually, a couple of favors.
First—drop a review. Please. I don't care if it's just "Author is evil for that ending" or a whole essay about why Damon deserves everything coming to him. I read every single one. Yes, even the ones that just say "WHEN IS AVA GOING TO BE OKAY???" in all caps. (Soon. Maybe. Define "okay.")
Your comments literally keep me going when I'm staring at a blank page at 2 AM wondering if Catherine's master plan makes any sense or if I've just been sleep-deprived too long.
Second—hit that vote button. Look, I know it seems like a small thing, but it's how other readers find us. There's someone out there right now scrolling through stories, looking for something with complicated werewolf politics and mothers who'll burn the world down for their kids. Your vote is basically a beacon saying "Hey, over here, we've got emotionally devastating betrayals and mysterious arctic-eyed figures!"
Plus, every time we climb up in rankings, I do a little happy dance. My neighbors think I'm weird, but whatever.
Seriously though, having you all along for this ride means everything. Every review, every vote, every "UPDATE PLEASE" comment—it all reminds me that these characters matter to someone besides the voice in my head that won't shut up about them.
Volume 2 is coming. Soon. With answers, more questions, and probably more reasons to be mad at me.
See you there.
—Jenne Lopes (who definitely didn't cry writing Ava's collapse scene. Nope. Not at all.)
P.S. - First person to correctly guess what's wrong with Ava gets a virtual cookie and bragging rights.
P.P.S. - "She's dying" doesn't count. Be specific, you creative disasters.
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He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 144 You Are The Devil
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He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 143 The Point
ColeSome men are born to lead. Others have leadership beaten into them by circumstance. Damon? He was born for it, then spent five years making every wrong choice possible. Now I watched him on his knees in his own blood, and all I could think was: this is what happens when you're just utterly, irredeemably stupid.Evelyn walked away, her back straight, not looking back once. The entire infirmary watched their Alpha prostrate himself on the floor."Get up." I moved closer to him. "Come on, Damon. You're embarrassing yourself."He didn't move. Head down like a beaten dog.I scanned the faces around us. Parents holding dead children. Guards trying not to stare. Healers pretending to work while stealing glances. This was bad. Really bad."Alpha." Louder this time. "We need to go."The murmurs started.“He’s lost his mind,” “His father was better, he’s just not fit to lead.”“Look at him, just look at him.”Each whispers another nail in his authority's coffin. And he could hear them. T
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 142 First Love
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He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 141 You Should Have Been The One Dead
Evelyn"I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired."No one spoke. The hallway stayed quiet except for my sniffling. My chest hurt. Everything hurt. If Ava was gone, what was the point?"Evelyn."I looked up at the infirmary entrance. The door had still been open since Catherine had come in with her dramatic entrance.Damon stood there.He looked—I didn't even know how to describe it. Wrecked wasn't enough. His clothes were torn to shreds, hanging off him in strips. Dirt and blood covered every visible inch of skin. His hair was matted with something dark. And his face—The missing eye was obvious now. The socket had healed over but the smooth, sunken skin where his eye should have been made him look wrong. Unbalanced.I stared at him for a second, then looked away. I didn't have the strength for this. The white-haired man still held my arms up from underneath, keeping me suspended like I was about to be crucified. All because I'd been swinging at Hilda.A hand caught my chin, forced my head up.
He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth 140 I'm Tired
Evelyn"My daughter is dead. Ava is gone."Catherine's face went blank. Not shocked, not sad, not angry. Just empty. Like someone had switched her off.That scared me more than anything. My mother had never been helpless. Not when she'd shot my grandmother to end her suffering. Not when she'd walked away from our pack. Not even when she'd been pretending to have dementia. She always had control, always had a plan.But now she just stood there. Blank."You can't say that."Hilda's voice cut through the silence. She was looking at me with those intense eyes."Excuse me?" I turned on her."You can't say she's gone.""Stop it, Hilda." My voice came out harder than I intended. "Just stop.""I'm telling the truth.""You're delusional." I stepped toward her. "This isn't helping anyone. Your denial doesn't bring her back.""She's not gone." Hilda looked around the room, her gaze landing on everyone—the parents, Cole, even where the Shaman had been standing. "She's in there. Stuck. She needs h
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