LOGINAngela:~~~I drift out of a deep, dreamless sleep as my hand instinctively reaches across the sheets, searching for that familiar, solid, reassuring warmth of Cassian.But the space beside me is empty, and the sheets are cool to the touch.Panic, sharp and icy, pierces my chest as I sit up abruptly, my heart hammering against my ribs.I open my eyes, and the room is shrouded in darkness.āCassianā¦ā I whisper as tears begin to well in my eyes as I recall what happened between Cassian and me.His promise and reassuring words: he told me he loved me. He pleasured me and made me feel clean again. There's no way all that was in my imagination. Cassian returned to me; he even told me Adrian was dead.After everything that happened, after the trauma and the tears and the desperate need to wash away the taint of Adrian, Cassian had promised he would stay.Did my mind really come up with all that because I missed him?I scan the dark bedroom.That's when it hits my nostrils, aged wine and tob
Cassian:~~~blame myself.A month ago, desperate to numb the agonizing pain of Angel's rejection, I sought out a hidden bar. The owner is a werewolf, and he keeps a special reserve for our kind.It is heavy liquor spiked with wolfsbane, potent enough to actually make an alpha drunk.Late into the night, I finally stumbled out into the parking lot. The heavy fog of alcohol clouds my mind, but my instincts flare up.Someone is following me.I rounded a corner, pressing myself into the shadows, and waited to ambush my pursuer from behind, and I caught him.It was Adrian.He stood there with a smug grin, revealing that he spoke with Ruth. He knew he was a Lycan prince. Worse, he found out Angel is his fated mate after undergoing a ritual.Hearing those words from his mouth snaps the last shred of my restraint. I already killed Brandon to protect what is mine. I do not care if Adrian shared my blood. I will execute anyone who thinks they can stake a claim on my mate.I lunged at him. But
āGo wake him. Now,ā Ruth commands in a tone that holds absolute finality.Adrian nods with a deep frown before turning to me. I roll my eyes at him, turning to leave, but he grabs my forearm tightly.āYou keep bearing Cassian's children,ā he says, his voice low and taunting. āWhat happens if he is not Alaric?āāGet your filthy hand off me,ā I snap.Low, warning growls erupt from Lucious and my parents as they watch us, and Adrian reluctantly releases me. I meet his gaze with an icy resolve.āThat is my business. But I can assure you that you are not Alaric either. Alaric loved me. Even if you felt something for me once, I cannot call what you feel now 'love.' You are simply a man trying to reclaim things you believe you were denied as a child. That jealousy has turned you into something obsessed and unrecognizable. Do not show your face to me again.āāAngela, my dear, you cannot simply eliminate him from the equation," Ruth intervenes, her expression grave. āAlaricās soul is still dor
Helloš, lovelies.Iām deeply sorry for the lack of updates recently. I came down with a severe sore throat that affected my eardrums, and combined with a headache, the pain was honestly unbearable. I even found myself crying from how much it hurt, especially with the pressure and ringing in my ears. It truly felt awful.Thankfully, God has been good. The pain is slowly subsiding now, and Iām hoping to feel well enough to start writing again in a few days.Thank you so much for your patience and understanding. I appreciate you all more than you know.⤠Love, Fireworks š
No. It can't be. Three mates? Really, Selene, you must be enjoying the show, watching from above with popcorn and a drink. Wait, it just dawned on me. I must be having a nightmare. Yes. That must be it, but Adrianās sharp, demanding voice pulls me back. āWhat the fuck is going on?ā he demands, his face twisted with a possessiveness that clearly does not include sharing. Who's the joke on now, āMr. Generous at Sharing?ā But all this is absurd. āYou did not stay to hear the whole story, dear brother,ā Lucious addresses Adrian, but his eyes remain locked on mine, heavy and dark. And brother. He and Adrian already met? āWe are all her mates. But only one of us is her true mate,ā he concludes as he stops in front of us and touches me, sending sparks across my skin. āAngela. I found out you were mine the day we met at that restaurant five years ago. You did not have your wolf then, so you could not feel the pull. You looked so terrified of me that I decided to wait. But then you ādi
Adrian cums inside me, grunting.āI love you,ā he whispers, pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.I am too drained, too hollowed out by the horror of what I have just done to even react. I stare blankly at the ceiling.I wish I could rip his throat and kill myself. Cassian will never forgive me. He always made it clear.But my little girl needs me; how can I leave her alone in this world?āWhat did you do to the others?ā I force the words past the dry lump in my throat. āAnd Sophie?āāNothing, I just compelled them to never come up.āThat gets a reaction from me. I look at him with wide eyes.āYou⦠you know about shifters?āāBlair, you're too clever to act this dumb. How did I know you were my mate? I don't just know; I'm a part of you. It's clear Cassian did not tell you the whole story. Cassian and I are twins. We are both your mates.āI gasp at the revelation, suddenly recalling Cassian's words at the hospital. He meant every single word literally.I blink back the hot tears sting
Angela: ~~~ I have barely shut the door to my bedroom when there is a knock. Three taps, cautious and polite, as if the person on the other side already knows I am in no mood for politeness. āAngel⦠dear, can I come in?ā Mom calls softly. A small, amused smile curls at my lips. I am not ev
āMelanie! Are you crazy?ā Brandon pushes her and rushes to my side.I try to breathe through the sharp pain twisting through my stomach, but it feels like someone shoved a hot knife into me. Brandonās arms tighten around me as he lifts me, and the world tilts for a moment.I blink hard, willing my
Dadās eyes widen as if I have just committed treason. He steps closer, voice sharp with authority as he pulls Mom away. āSnap out of it, Cassian. She is your mother if you are forgetting that.ā Mother opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. No denial. No apology. No explanation. She only stares a
Cassian does not say a word after my outburst, after my lie about Brandon. He only exhales slowly, the type of breath that vibrates through his chest and straight into me. His arms tighten around me, and even though his face stays unreadable, I can feel it. His anger. His frustration. He was hur







