LOGINThe moment those words leave my lips, Cassian blinks once, then twice, as if his brain has now finally registered my words. But is that it? Suddenly, a sound escapes his chest. It is a choked, wet laugh mixed with a feral growl of triumph. He drops to his knees on the floor between my legs, his large hands shaking visibly as he reaches out to cover my hands resting on my stomach. âDoubt you?â he breathes, his voice thick with raw, overwhelming emotion. âNever. Angel, I could never doubt you. I can already feel my own blood, my own scent, radiating from you. A baby. Our baby.â He presses his face gently against my stomach, kissing the bare skin with a reverence that makes my heart ache in the best possible way. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair, letting my happy tears fall freely onto his shoulders. He stands up suddenly, wrapping his massive arms around my waist, and lifts me right off the bed. He spins me around the bedroom, burying his face in the crook of my neck,
Angela:~~~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.âCassianâŠâ 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: ~~~ I 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 snapped 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 lunge
âGo wake him. Now,â 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.âYou keep bearing Cassian's children,â he says, his voice low and taunting. âWhat happens if he is not Alaric?ââGet your filthy hand off me,â 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.âThat 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.ââAngela, my dear, you cannot simply eliminate him from the equation," Ruth intervenes, her expression grave. âAlaricâs soul is still dor
Hellođ, lovelies. Iâm 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 Iâm 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 đ
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 Adrianâs sharp, demanding voice pulls me back. âWhat the fuck is going on?â he demands, his face twisted with a possessiveness that clearly does not include sharing. Who's the joke on now, âMr. Generous at Sharing?â But all this is absurd. âYou did not stay to hear the whole story, dear brother,â Lucious addresses Adrian, but his eyes remain locked on mine, heavy and dark. And brother. He and Adrian already met? âWe are all her mates. But only one of us is her true mate,â he concludes as he stops in front of us and touches me, sending sparks across my skin. âAngela. 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
Angela:~~~The familiar scenery of home greets me the moment our car crosses the barrier, but it doesnât bring comfort; it feels heavier, almost suffocating, and something inside me tightens.Maybe itâs the shift in air, or the familiar pack magic brushing over my skin⊠Or maybe itâs the weight of
The upcoming scene is rated 18+ and involves blood and murder. Please skip if you are uncomfortable. ~~~Darkness pulls at me like a deep ocean, and I sink for a while.Then something sharp drags me back to the surface.My mind fights the fog, but my body refuses to move, my breathing tight.Then
The moment I cross the barrier, I dial Angelâs phone.It rings. And rings.No answer.A cold pressure tightens under my ribs.I try again. Then again.Nothing.I try our mother, then father.Still nothing.A pulse of dread thuds in my chest as I hit Jacksonâs number. He answers on the first ring.â
âWhat? No!âThe word bursts out of me as I yank my hands away from Dadâs. âNo. You cannot send me away.âDad nods slowly, like he already knew I would react like this.âYou will be safe there. You will be away from all this. Away from trouble. Away from the rumors.ââNo,â I choke out. âNo. You cann







