LOGIN"Just let me hold you for a while, please," he said after setting me back down. This time, he laid me in the middle of the bed before sliding in next to me. "What if this was really me? Not a dream version of Lucy but the real thing?" I asked. He reached his hand across to me, pulling my hair behind my ear before pulling me closer to his body. "Well, in real life, you probably would have slapped me for doing this," he said, making us both laugh. Little did he know. After I witnessed my mom's murder, I fled my pack to search for a freedom I knew may never exist. I dreaded the day I would turn 18 as I never wanted a mate bond after the horror I had lived through. After years of being sold as a slave, I found myself belonging to a new pack once again. And then, I turned 18. I found not just one but two mates along with untapped power that I have no idea how to manage. ***TRIGGER WARNING - SA AND PHYSICAL ABUSE MENTIONED THROUGHOUT STORY***
View More+Don't worry, this was free to open!!+I just wanted to take the time to thank everyone who followed along with this story. It took a great deal of time to plot, plan, and execute—far more time than I had expected, but I enjoyed it immensely.I learned a lot from this first web novel and feel more prepared for my next one. My goal for the next book is to post one chapter every day at a minimum, aside from possibly a few weekends here and there.This requires me to plan ahead, prepare chapters in advance, and be prepared for any emergencies or last-minute things. However, I realize how important it is for readers to know when to expect more chapters rather than having to guess or check in, and for that, I'm sorry. I do know it happened often at the end of this book but was not intentional.Life has been pretty hard the last several months. Writing has always been something that takes me away from the noise, so I just want to say thank you again for making it even more worthwhile and hel
Lucy:I couldn't help but smile internally as Nia and Jax played.I could feel his soul healing. Slowly, but it was healing nonetheless.'You can't kill our mates. That won't make us team with you. It will only create more resentment,' Nia whispers, cuddled up next to Jax.Nia remembers; therefore, I also remember. I remember her pain when they were murdered. I remember the pain her mother felt, a prior Silver Throne Queen, the one in the memory I spent so long trying to understand.I remember the pain she could feel through her bond with Davi.The suffering. The start of what would be considered dark times for the Fae species.An action that caused us to go underground. Fear rippled through our communities as the recognition of our power and abilities became clearer to other species.And then- a promise forged from empathy and understanding.An Alpha, all too familiar with the loss of a child, stepped forward to bear the weight of what his kind had done—the original Alpha of the Cres
Lucy:Memories are like small treasures that can never be replaced with money. They can't be bought or curated.Stolen. Yes. Something we had all learned the hard way.I knew that Nia was special. It was always obvious.She was highly intelligent, despite the fact that I often didn't want to listen to her at first.A product of loss, confusion, grief, and overall naivety.A young girl thrown into the reality of the world. The harshest realities.The kind that makes you or breaks you. Looking back now, I realize that I actively let it break me because loneliness is its own kind of friend.It doesn't comfort you, but it also doesn't hurt you. It doesn't inflict pain with words or fists. It cuddles you and whispers that you're enough, but only in the darkness, only when you're alone.It had curled around me, trying to become me, but I was never meant to be alone.And as nature often does, it unfolded within itself, revealing the truth and pushing me towards a reality I needed to face.
Lucy:The Silver was like an allusion. Maybe it was meant to scare the werewolves away.Silver is feared among werewolves, by nature, something I was never familiar with.Something that, in my nature, was welcomed and celebrated.The water beneath the lake was rich in color. Blues, purples, pinks, and greens.Each color swirled within another, mixing and mingling like the sky above, but it wasn't just that that took my breath away; it was something much bigger.I swam further down into the waters, thinking of nothing other than the destination ahead.'You'll need help,' I hear Rosie's voice in my head.The connection I laid out for us is still prominent.As I look around, I see nothing but seaweed and other plants beneath me.'I can't hold my breath much longer,' I explain to her, even though it's clear that she's aware.'I know, I'm almost there. Hold on,' her voice is soft like it's always been, but there's more life in her than before.I continue to swim forward when I catch a glim






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