Se connecterAriana Black is rejected by Alpha Lucas Klein, who in turn chooses another woman to be his mate and Luna. Ariana leaves that place for good, vowing to herself, never to come back. But destiny has other plans for her. Four years later, Alpha Lucas is knocking at her door requesting her help. He needs her by his side to fight off a group of vampires who have killed his pack members and caused chaos in the pack. What he doesn’t expect is that she is married to another man and is pregnant now. Will she help him or will she revenge the pain she has faced?
Voir plusThe world between dream and waking was hazy, yet somehow brighter than reality itself. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t fear, but warmth. My body was heavy with exhaustion, yet my heart—oh, my heart was full. Tears slipped down the corner of my eyes even before I realized why. Memories that weren’t mine lived inside me, whispering through my veins like blood carrying a thousand years of longing. Seraphina’s life. Her pain. Her love. Her desperate cries for her child. And finally, her peace when the Moon Goddess had held her and promised her a better life.I had seen it all. Lived it all.And now I knew—her better life was me.A shaky breath left my lips, my hand instinctively going to my belly. The faint swell beneath my palm pulsed with promise, the third heartbeat
Shane’s voice faded into silence, the story ending like a candle guttering out in a room too heavy with shadows. I sat there frozen, staring at her as though her words were still weaving themselves into the air around me. My throat felt raw, my chest heavy, and yet the ache that spread through me wasn’t only sorrow. It was something else—a strange, unexpected peace, tangled with grief.Seraphina. Her story was not just words, not just fragments of a past long buried—it was her life. Her pain. Her stolen joy. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of it.Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them fall, let them trail down my skin. Maybe I owed her that. Maybe I owed her far more.
Silence.It was the kind that stretched endlessly, as though the world itself had gone mute. I stood upon what looked like endless clouds, pale and silver, shimmering beneath a sky that had no sun and no moon. My feet did not sink, nor did they move, yet somehow I was standing, breathing—though I was certain breath no longer belonged to me.I was dead.The thought struck me not with fear, but with an aching hollowness that spread through me like frost. I pressed a hand against my chest where once a heart had pounded restlessly, yearning, breaking, surviving. Now there was nothing. Only silence.And yet, even here, beyond the veil, my eyes were not allowed to rest. They sought something—someone. My child. The one who had not even taken his first breath, the li
It had been a month. A month of nights when the silence felt too vast, when her voice should have filled these walls but never did. A month of mornings when a child’s soft cry was the only thing that tethered me to this world. He was not mine by blood, not mine by right, yet the moment she had placed him in my arms, with that broken whisper—take him, promise me he will live—something inside me shifted.From that day, he was my son.I sat in the garden now, the late afternoon sun spilling across the stone paths, warming the cradle that swayed gently beside me. His tiny chest rose and fell in rhythm, fist curled against his cheek, lips parted as though he were smiling at some secret dream. Her dream.
A week had passed, but there was no sign of her.All I knew was that she was inside. Alone. Miserable.For eight long days and nights, I had stood my post outs
The knock came just after dawn — sharp, impatient, and too early for anything good.I straightened from where I had been leaning against the cold stone wall, my muscles stiff from standing through the night. My shift ha
The King had returned just before nightfall—cloaked in the scent of blood, ash, and victory he wore like a twisted crown. His boots were still caked with mud from the southern ridge, the battlefields where men died so he could claim his throne. He moved throu
Another couple of weeks passed away in a blur.Spring had arrived with its usual fanfare—lush green spilling across the palace grounds, delicate petals clinging to every breeze, and a thousand colors blooming wher
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