LOGINI used to believe fate was cruel. Taken as a child. Forgotten by the family who should have fought for me. And bound to an Alpha who only ever looked at someone else. For three years, I’ve lived as his wife in name only— a ghost in my own home, unwanted and unloved. When I told Matthias I was pregnant, I thought something might change. But his golden eyes burned with fury. He called me a liar. A mistake. A deceiver. Then she came back. The sister I thought I’d lost forever. The woman he grieved. The one he truly loved. The one his mating bond was connected to. Now, just as I’d walked away and reclaimed my freedom, Matthias decides he wants me back. But it’s too late. Because Alpha Cassiel Aldric—the coldest, most respected Alpha of them all, held me tight… and said, “Mate. You are mine.” Now I’m caught between two Alphas: One who threw me away. And one who would burn the world to claim me.
View MoreIf you’ve made it this far—thank you. Truly. Whether you read this story in one sitting, saved chapters to come back to later, or followed along from the very beginning, I’m incredibly grateful that you chose to spend your time here, in this world, with these characters.I want you to know your choice to read this book made me very happy; it gave me the motivation to continue working on chapters. I know at some point it seemed long and dragged out, and I hope you were patient enough to see it through to the end.I hope the ending and side stories satisfied and left you feeling positive about the book. Writing this story has been a journey for me. Some scenes came easily, others took more heart than I expected to put on the page, and every comment reminded me why I keep writing. Knowing that these characters meant something to you, that their emotions, struggles, love, and growth resonated, means more than I can properly put into words.If in some way you didn’t like the route I t
/TEN YEARS LATER/I knelt in my garden, careful fingers working through the rose bushes as I clipped away the thorns one by one. The scent of crushed petals clung to the air, sweet and green. Behind me, Rhea rolled across the grass like she had lost a personal war with gravity, dirt smearing her uniform as she laughed to herself.At fifteen, I can confidently say my daughter is a crackhead. Yes, that is the most accurate word I have.Has she ever touched drugs? No. Has she ever landed herself in a hospital bed? Also no. She is annoyingly healthy, with flawless self-healing and endless energy. And yet she behaves like she is permanently wired on something illegal. Loud, fearless, unstoppable.Remy grew up to be her opposite in every way. A gentle soul, soft spoken and painfully shy, just like his aunt. He is deeply introverted now, the kind of boy who wilts in crowded spaces and panics if too many voices overlap. He grew to resent noise when a group of rogues broke into our home when he
/FIVE YEARS LATER/“Why can’t I have it?”“It’s not yours.”I lay on the floor listening to Rhea argue with Remy for the umpteenth time today. Their birthday is in one week, and I’m dreading it because the two of them are perfect at everything, but sharing. Having to explain to them that they’re twins, they share the same birthday, and they threw a tantrum. I have to give them this same explanation every year since they turned two. Last year was an epic disaster. Rhea didn’t want to share a cake with Remy. Remy wanted all the presents, even the ones he did not like. He’s allergic to citrus fruits, but rhea can eat them. I got her an orange-flavored ice cream cake because she weirdly likes that. He threw a fit, shoved his face into the cake, and we had to drive him to the hospital when he stopped breathing and was developing red rashes on his face. He is deadly.... I cannot stress how DEADLY his allergies to anything with citrus are. He practically ruined his and his sister's birth
Every time I’ve been scared in my life aurielle has always been involved.I knew from what I’d learned about my family that not only would marking be dangerous, but childbirth too. It was easier for my mother because she’s an Aldric herself. Though she did have some complications with her first child, yours truly. Aurielle is different.“This is your dick’s fault.”Her hormones have been fine. No moods, a lot of sickness both morning and night.“If you’d kept it to yourself i wouldn’t be pregnant.”She never complains.“Asshole. Goddess, we need to give you a vasectomy.”She doesn't insult me. Or throws things at me. I moved my head, and a pillow slammed into the wall behind me. She’s been nothing but delightful the entire journey. The issue started around the sixth month. Apparently, my children— yeah, they’re mine when they piss off their mother— decided they would use her body as training grounds for their developing powers.Those pups don’t kick her. I wish it were that simple.
After almost having a heart attack before the ceremony could start, things went smoothly. I know I cried through all of it. I cried through my vows. Cried when the roses fell from the ceiling down on Aurielle and her beautiful dress. I cried when I kissed her. I cried more than I’ve ever cried in
I placed down my guidebook and grabbed the camera I’d brought with me from my bag. I wanted to document this. Take as many photos as I can to hold me for the next decade. I’m not the best at taking pictures, but I’m sure these will turn out fine. I took a photo of the lake stretching out for miles
If there was ever a moment were i thought I’d faint, it was right here, right now. On this wooden boat, surrounded by probably hundreds of the most beautiful looking fishes in the pack. My ears started ringing, and all I could see was the ring in that box. A ring that made the one I’d been wearing
/ONE YEAR LATER/"Sometimes we need to shed our old skin to become the newer versions of ourselves."That was what a therapist said to me. I had to change her for someone less ridiculous. Judge me all you like, but I’m not a reptile, and I refuse to be treated like one. She might have been good fo
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