LOGINA werewolf. A seer. A vampire. Aurora Wane thought she was just another high school junior with a painful past, until two strangers walked into her life and shattered everything she thought she knew. One is a brooding vampire with ice in his veins and secrets that bleed from his eyes. The other, a charming Australian werewolf with a gaze that makes her heart race and her soul ache. Both claim she's theirs. Both are right. But Aurora isn't just a girl caught between two powerful creatures. She's the last of her kind - a Seer born to rewrite destiny. As forgotten memories resurface and ancient enemies close in, Aurora must unravel the truth about who she is and what she’s meant to become. Torn between love, betrayal, and the haunting legacy of her parents’ deaths, Aurora’s world spirals when she discovers her bond isn’t just split between two, it’s fractured across time itself. An imprisoned soul calls to her in dreams, promising answers... and a new kind of power. Now, with war looming and the supernatural council watching her every move, Aurora must choose: surrender to fate, or rise and change it. Three mates. One girl. A war that could end them all. This is not the story of a girl finding love. It’s the story of a Seer reclaiming her throne.
View MoreAURORA'S POV: Prom is tonight. Somehow, with everything that’s happened; the visions, the war, Arc’s father being banished, it feels surreal that I’m about to attend something so ordinary. The air smells like lavender and new beginnings. I’m standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom, turning slowly from side to side, trying to picture myself in the dress I got in the mall with Cali. Except nothing about tonight will be ordinary.There’s a knock at the front door. Then another. One on the left, then one on the right. I blink.Of course. I race down the stairs, the wooden railing smooth under my fingers as I half-run. When I open the door, I find Jon on the left side of the porch, a bouquet of moon lilies in one hand and his other hand stuffed awkwardly in his pocket. Arc stands on the right, dressed in a sleek black button-down and dark jeans, holding a small silver box that catches the light. They stare at each other. Then they look at me.“Seriously?” I ask, raising
AURORA'S POV: The morning air hangs thick with humidity, curling my hair and pressing down on my lungs like a warning. I stand by my window, fingers gripping the sill, watching as the clouds drift lazily over the rooftops. My body still feels sore in places, aching from the night Jon and Arc showed me what it meant to be wanted. Claimed. But it’s not just the physical remnants that linger... it’s the aftershock in my chest, the part of me still processing that I now belong to both of them. A knock taps against my bedroom door."Come in," I call softly, heart already racing. Jon peeks his head in, his dark hair slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it too many times. There’s a seriousness in his eyes, an undercurrent of something… urgent."Can we talk?" I nod and step back, letting him inside. The room feels suddenly smaller with him in it, and I find myself pulling my cardigan tighter around my shoulders."Is everything okay?" He doesn't answer right away. Inste
AURORA'S POV: The sunlight filters through the thin curtains, soft and golden, brushing across my skin like a whisper. It’s too warm for the early morning, almost heavy, clinging to the sheets that are twisted around my legs. The room is quiet... so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears. My eyes open slowly, and for a moment, I don’t move. My muscles ache in a way that reminds me exactly what happened last night. My breath catches. Jon’s warmth surrounds me on one side, his chest pressed against my arm, the slow rise and fall of his breathing steady and reassuring. On the other side, I feel Arc; cool, solid, his fingers still loosely wrapped around mine like he’s afraid letting go will make it all disappear. For a brief second, I let myself stay there, tucked between the two of them like I belong. Because I do. For the first time in my life, I feel like I do. But then the thoughts start coming. The doubts, fears and the future.What have we done? Wha
AURORA'S POV: The white the duvet cradles my skin like it had been made for this very moment. My skin made bare for them to drink in. Soft, lush, and deep crimson, it soaks in every gasp, every shift of my bare thighs against the cool fabric. I am already trembling, caught between them. Arc is behind me, his body pressed to mine like a second skin and Jon in front of me, shirtless, breathing hard, his eyes burning red. Arc’s lips ghost along my neck, down to my collarbone. He hasn’t bitten yet, but the threat of it lingered. I can feel the sharpened tips of his fangs skimming my skin, just enough to make my pulse stutter. Somehow, I'm actually craving to feel the way I felt when his fangs sucked my blood the first time. I almost want to beg him... “You smell like need,” Arc whispers into my ear, cool fingers gliding up my inner thigh. “And you taste even better when you’re afraid of what you want.”I shudder. Jon’s growl rumbles across the room. “Quit fucking arou
AURORA'S POV: Embarrassed doesn't begin to explain how I'm feeling. I've literally been staring at myself in the mirror for the past twenty minutes. I don't even know whether to scream at them to leave or to wallow in my shame in peace. Either ways, I'm not so sure I'll make it out alive. Shoo
AURORA'S POV: Some mornings feel wrong before they even begin.I knew today would be one of those. The sky outside was still a smudge of grey when I woke up, a chill curling around my ankles like a warning. The air felt heavier, like it was pressing down on my shoulders, whispering don’t go a
AURORA'S POV: The imbecile is back again. Sorry, Ariel. Slip of tongue. She walks in like nothing happened. Blonde hair in a sleek ponytail, lips tinted rose, bandages still taped to her wrist. The rumours are still the same. Some say she tried to poison herself. Others say it was a failed s
AURORA'S POV: I walk through the school hallway like I’m trying not to be seen. Shoulders tight, head down, footsteps light. The tension from yesterday still clings to me like cigarette smoke... lingering, choking, impossible to shake.Jon’s text from this morning is still unopened.So is Arc’s
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