Se connecterHellođ, lovelies, I hope youâre all doing well.Iâm so excited to share with you all that Iâve started a brand new book titled, Blood Moonâs Alpha: His Rejected Mate, His Hidden Heir.If you love intense werewolf romance, powerful alphas, deep emotions, and plot twists that keep you hooked, then this story is for you.Itâs packed with drama, passion, and secrets that will slowly unfold with every chapter.Go check it out, show it some love, and let me know what you think. I canât wait to hear your thoughts and reactions!â¤Love, Fireworksđ~~~Angela:~~~Cassian suddenly moves.He lays me down gently on the freezing stone floor, his hands supporting my head so it does not hit the rock, and then he stands up and begins to undress quickly.He rips his shirt, unbuckles his belt, and kicks off his shoes and his pants. Within seconds, he is standing naked in front of me.He immediately kneels down beside me, and without hesitation, he grips the hem of my ruined dress.With a sharp but ge
Angela:~~~The brutal grip of the castle guards bruises my arms as they drag us down an endless spiral of rough stone stairs.My boots scrape against the jagged, uneven edges of the steps, but I can barely feel my legs.There's only the deep, tearing pain in my lower stomach. A heavy, rhythmic cramping that screams a terrifying truth. My body is failing.It is giving up on the tiny, fragile life growing inside me.The air grows freezing the deeper we go, smelling like wet earth, rotting wood, and ancient, rusted iron. It's the scent of a grave.The guards don't show an ounce of mercy. They throw us inside the cell. I hit the stone floor hard, my shoulder taking the brunt of the impact.The violent jolt knocks the remaining air from my lungs, just as the heavy iron door slams shut behind us.âAngel!... You bastards, I will rip you apart for this!â Cassian threatens, his voice lacking its usual edge.âYeah, that's if you're coming out of here alive. No one survives the cold dungeon.â O
The upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip it if you are uncomfortable. ~~~ From the very beginning, Claudia had played them all. She was a royal siren, a master of dark manipulation and shapeshifting. She was tasked by Elias' and Darius' father to end the peace between the lycan king and the crimson queen. Claudia had shapeshifted to look exactly like Raya. She became Raya down to the smallest detail and lured Alaric in with her sirenâs call. It should have worked, but his hand snapped to her throat to her shock and strangled her, nearly killing her. âYouâre not her.â So, she used her royal siren magic to wipe his memories. Her son was not even Alaric's; he belonged to Alaric's dead brother. Raya, betrayed by Alaric and Claudia plotting to have her killed, attacked Claudia, ripping her face and digging her wing nails deep into the siren's chest. âRaya! What are you doing?!â Alaricâs voice roared down the hall. Before he could reach
Raya insisted Alaric stay away from Claudia's wing.She knew exactly what Claudia was plotting, and she also knew the child was the only thing binding the king to the mistress, and Claudia would have to give the boy the antidote eventually.But Raya underestimates Claudiaâs cruelty.Vicious rumors spread that Raya was so insanely jealous she tried to poison a child. People said she was a monster keeping a father from his sick son.Some even brought up Raya's dark past, whispering that she would murder Claudia just like she murdered her old mates.Alaric, furious, executed all the servants spreading the lies, but it was too late. The powerful High Council had heard. They demanded action. Alaric has no choice but to visit Claudia to settle the peace.~~~Days pass with no word from him. When Raya went to find him, the guards told her the king was too busy.She remembered Alaric promising months ago to take Matthias to the grand fair for his birthday.She sent a message reminding him of
Author: ~~~ The moment Angela steps inside the dim, ancient throne room, a tight knot forms deep in her chest. The heavy energy in the air feels incredibly familiar, yet she can't figure out exactly why. Is Cassian right? She wonders. Is he right to be terrified that I might have another mate? But then she realizes that the intense pull she feels right now is nothing like the burning heat of a mate bond. This feels completely different. It feels pure, deep, and painful. It feels like the bond between a mother and... The exact moment the word "mother" enters her mind, a powerful memory crashes into her, making her legs waver. Flashback: Over 200 Years Ago âMother, are you crying because of Father?â Four-year-old Matthias peers up with wide, innocent eyes, his small face full of concern. Raya looks down at him, quickly wiping her tears. Her eyes are red, swollen from crying, but she forces a bright smile. âHow is that possible, my little wolf?â she asks him softly. âYour mother
~~~Three days later.The truth comes out, as clear as blood on snow.Lucious is indeed Lucienâs biological father.He is also the bastard who targeted me from the start, trying to kill me and claim the throne.We stand in the council hall to settle the terms.Tension crackles like lightning. I step forward, voice steady and cold.âI am a very petty man, Lucious,â I tell him, staring him down. âI do not forget things. And I never forgive. But I am glad you are the real father of Lucien. Treat him well. He is just a child. But hear me now. In exactly five months, I will fight you in a duel to the death. I will kill you, and I will claim my mate and my throne. It is a long-standing tradition, and you cannot run from it.âHe smirks, looking very proud of himself.âI look forward to it.âHe turns around, scoops Lucien into his arms, and walks away without looking back.Melinda stays behind. Seconds pass. She looks at me, and says nothing.After a momentâs hesitation, she finally speaks.â
Jessica nods with a smallâYes, Sir,â as she presses the phone to her ear. I pause for a heartbeat, reconsidering.âTell her I will be there in a few minutes,â I say.âOf course,â she replies, excusing herself.I really don't want to go. But maybe I need the distraction, something to keep the memor
âOh fucking hell, donât stop,â I pant, my voice trembling as I near the edge, my legs tightening around him.He senses it, slowing just a fraction to draw out the torment.His lips brush my ear, hot breath tickling and sending shivers running as he whispers hoarsely.âNot yet, baby. Feel every inch
âWait⌠are you pregnant? You bitch!â Melinda exclaims, swinging her hand toward my face, but I grab her hand mid-air, the force of her momentum vibrating my arm. I stare at her, wondering if she has finally lost her mind. âMelinda, are you nuts?â I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief, because
One moment I am filled with dread, my chest tight with worry about where Cassian is, and the next I am drowning in emotions I can't even name. Fear, hope, disbelief. They crash into each other until I feel lightheaded. I lie back slowly, my heart hammering, then open my mouth and say the first th







