I hope that you all enjoyed Quinn’s amazing journey of finding herself with me. This book was one that I will always hold dear to my heart, from losing my own mother at a young age, and finding myself on my own journey to find my happiness. Although I will never get the happy ending that Quinn did, I wanted her to have what I will never have again, and what so many take for granted. Thank you all for the amazing comments throughout the story, as they fueled me to continue to write, leaving traces of myself throughout it. If you would like to see a sequel of this book, please leave a comment and a review, letting Good Novel know that you loved it, because there is so much more to be told, especially little Angelica’s story of finding her own mate.
Stopping in front of my mother’s headstone, I lean down and place the flowers on her grave, as my hand moves, and my fingertips trace her name on the headstone. A single tear slips from my eye, as I remember back to all the sacrifices, she had made so that I could be here today. A cry now comes fr
Quinn’s POV Five years later… “Angelica don’t run off too far.” I yelled at Angelica as she jumped out of the vehicle once we were finally here. It had been over five years since the last time Bishop and I had been here looking for what we thought was his aunt, but later to find out that it was n
Quinn’s POV The beautiful sound of a newborn making their first cry in this world filled the air, and I knew that I was an aunt. It was the second best feeling in the world after having my own child, knowing that our father’s name would now live on. In my eyes my father was my hero, for sacrificin
Jaxson’s POV Remembering the promise I had made to Tristan just moments ago, I stepped in front of Lyra, ready to keep her safe from him at all costs, but as I stepped in front of her, Tristan’s eyes moved from hers to mine, and I could see that his humanity in them. Whatever Quinn and Lyra had do
Jaxson’s POV My eyes focused on Tristan as he just stood there in the middle of the cell, not moving an inch, as the blood now should have trickled down the back of his throat, and Lyra’s powers should be entering his bloodstream, bonding to him, like Quinn’s had with mine. At this point, Tristan
Jaxson’s POV Leaving a handful of our men behind to clean up the aftermath, not leaving a single vamp to live, that Tyler brought with him, in fear that the news would spread of their Dark Prince falling to our hands, we headed back to the pack house. Knowing we were working with limited time befor