LOGINThe Hartmann and the Blackthorn had a deal. She was supposed to stay dead. Now, she’s ruined it all. Eve Hartmann lives in exile, quiet, hidden, and broken, enduring humiliation and abuse from her boss without being able to fight back. She is a barista with secrets in the human world, and a child no one must know about. Especially not him, the Alpha who was promised to make her his Luna and then turned around, tossing it all away. The same Alpha who was about to marry her sister. Alpha Dorian Voss rules the Blackthorn pack with a strong hand, and his fame has spread across lands and territories, reaching even the human world. But when Eve returns, alive and aflame with secrets, everything he has carefully built begins to unravel. The buried past rears its head, and in its heart is a child that carries his blood. Then, there's Malik. Dorian's cousin. He is the charming stranger with ancient blood and eyes that see beyond the physical. He wants Eve. He protects her. And perhaps, he is in love with her. But Malik is already taken. His girlfriend is one of the last witches, and she's ready to burn the pack to ashes for revenge. Eve’s heart is torn between two wolves, the one who broke her or the one who might break the earth to have her. But secrets don't remain buried, and this one might just tear their world apart.
View MoreEve’s POV I guess, if I had a reason to speak to someone going through all the drama and hurdles I’ve had to face I already know what to tell them. I may never have the right words to say to them, they may never be able to draw strength from me, because contrary to the general belief, you cannot draw strength from another person except you are now living in that situation yourself. You never know the limit of your own strength or the extent to which you can stretch it except you have faced the demons yourself, we may share similar stories but hardly do we share the same strength so all I would say is, after all has been said and done, the beginning of your story is what you choose to keep at the endThe morning of the mating ceremony arrived without fanfare. There were no horns, no summons through the trees, no elders running around to ensure everything looked impressive enough to be remembered. When I woke up the world felt intentionally quiet, I wanted to believe that Blackthorn it
Malik’s POV There were a lot of things I hated about the natural order of life, but there was once that I never really knew I hated because you just never had the time to prepare or wait for it to happen, it simply just happened, grief…grief was very terrible, heartless even, it never came to you all at once rather it broke you in several pieces of yourself each time you think you are strong enough to move on, to stay strong. Grief doesn’t come all at once.The lie we are told is that, grief crashes over you like a wave and then recedes leaving you gasping but alive at least. The truth is that grief is more quiet than we are made to believe, it’s meaner, it waits until the world has stoppped watching, until you are no longer being carried like an egg by the world, it waits until the house is empty until people no longer took double looks at you to be sure you weren’t going to kill yourself the next minute, it water until everyone assumes the danger has passed, that’s when it comes,
Astrid’s POV To an extent, I always thought confession felt more like relief, you know just finally and fully breathing after a long long time. I thought a confession was nothing sort of a door opening, like freedom, I think what I’m trying to say it, when I did this I thought it would feel like exposing my injury to air after years of complete rot. But I was wrong, confession was nothing like I thought it would be,realistically it felt like standing naked in winter stripped of not just lies but the armour the lies became. It felt like choosing to bleed where everyone could see and knowing that in the end some wounds never closed. The pack summoned at dawn by what I felt was instinct or what had happened the previous day, or maybe it was because since Morwenna’s death, it had felt like even the land had been trying hard to hold its breath. Wolves stood shoulder to shoulder at the clearing, they looked exhausted, while some had angry looks for reasons best known to them, others looke
Eve’s POV Dorian eventually arrived, turns out Morwenna had kept him in her captivity all this time, waiting for the right time to end him, how he escaped was something we all knew we may never get to know. The ground soon straightened beneath our feet, wolves quickly straightened as well even those wounded and too exhausted to stand In no time, Morwenna regained a part of her strength then she turned to Dorian, her lips curling into a sinister smile. “So” she says with contempt. “I see the Alpha finally chose to stand.”Dorian does not answer her at first, rather his gaze flicks to Malik on the ground,fury and resolute settle behind his eyes when he looks back at her “I should have ended this long ago, how did I not read between lines, I knew there had always been something odd about you, why did I ignore my instincts?” He said, moving angrily to her What followed next was a battle that soon turned into a final ending, Morwenna lashed out with everything she had left, I was marve
Malik’s POV Days later I caught her at the edge of the eastern corridor, unlike what I expected after our last encounter, sure, I didn’t think I would be seeing her soon like this. The pack was in chaos behind us, bursting with hushed voices, running feets, and their panic barely restrained but Mo
Malik’s POVHartmann’s first daughter died in the war, that was the story…the reason.It was simply the justification of everything that followed. It was the justification for everything that followed.But my mother had never been good at lying, not when it mattered most, was she good at silence? Ab
Eve’s POVI felt it in my stomach first, that hollow drop, the violent tug downward as the path beneath my feet split apart while air rushed past my ears, my heart slammed so hard against my ribs making it hurt.This was how it ended, my mind supplied uselessly, not claws, not even magic. It was ju
Malik’s POVThe forest screamed before I did. It was subtle, not loud, but through the low vibrating tension that snapped through my bones the moment my boot touched the moss covered ground beyond the eastern markers. All that I had learnt over the years flared at once, but it was too late. I had a
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