Amidst the revelry and joy of Bloom and Liam's wedding, Austin had found a moment to step away from the crowd. He had noticed Ana, who had played a pivotal role in ensuring the couple's happiness, standing alone near a moonlit corner of the garden. The soft strains of music floated through the air, creating an enchanting atmosphere.Approaching Ana, Austin extended his hand with a warm smile. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his voice carrying a tone of genuine appreciation.Ana glanced up at him, her eyes lighting up with surprise and pleasure. She nodded, accepting his invitation, and placed her hand in his. They moved gracefully onto the dance floor, their steps synchronized with the gentle rhythm of the music.As they twirled beneath the moonlight, Austin couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. "You know," he began, "without your help, this fairy tale ending might never have happened."Ana's eyes sparkled with gratitude as they continued to sway to the music. "It wasn't j
The Forgotten Mate 1. The Masquerade Rejection. Dreams are elusive, fleeting moments of solace that transport us to a realm untouched by the hardships of reality. In my dreams, I find refuge. I am a child again, innocent and carefree, surrounded by the warmth of my family's love. I see their smiles, hear their laughter, and bask in the joy that once filled our humble home.But dreams, no matter how vivid, always fade away. And as I awaken, the cruel reality of my existence comes crashing down upon me like an unforgiving wave. As I slowly sit up, shivers wrack my body, not only from the chill in the air but also from the trepidation that accompanies each new day. I'm trapped in a nightmare from which there is no escape. This is my life, a relentless cycle of suffering and despair.Before I can gather my thoughts, the piercing sound of mocking laughter fills the room, cutting through the heavy silence. It's Anastasia, my cousin, a venomous presence in my already torturous existence.
The Forgotten Mate 2. The Aftermath of my rejection. The tears flow uncontrollably down my cheeks as I find solace in the corner of the extravagant ballroom. The vibrant masquerade masks that once held a hint of hope now taunt me, mocking my shattered heart. The pain of rejection sears through my soul, consuming me from within.I had dared to dream, dared to believe that perhaps, just for a fleeting moment, I could experience the love and acceptance that had been denied to me for so long. But fate, in its twisted irony, had other plans.The whispers of the crowd echo in my ears, their words like venomous arrows piercing my already wounded spirit. The mask that conceals my identity feels like a shield against their judgment, but it cannot shield me from the agony that consumes me.A shadow falls over me, and I look up, hope flickering in my tear-filled eyes. It is Asher, my mate, the one whose rejection shattered my heart into a million irreparable fragments. He towers over me, his e
The Forgotten Mate 3. The One Night Stand. " Who are you????" I asked this man, His face hidden behind his Dragon mask. " Do you want to get drunk and sleep together" He asked me his voice with so much authority,My life was already ruined and there was no need trying risky things and so I gave him a glass of wine and he sat behind me. In the dimly lit room, where the scent of wine lingers heavy in the air, I find myself lost in a haze of intoxication. The weight of my sorrows presses upon me, threatening to crush my spirit entirely. But in the midst of my despair, a figure emerges from the shadows, his face concealed by a mask.As he draws near, stumbling slightly in his drunken state, I catch a glimpse of his eyes through the openings of his mask. They hold a glimmer of understanding, as if he, too, carries a burden that seeks solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol.He reaches for a bottle, his movements unsteady yet purposeful, and pours himself a drink. His hands shake, mat
The Forgotten Mate 4. The Baby. Months had passed since that fateful night, and yet the memory of the mysterious man lingered within the depths of my mind, a bittersweet reminder of the fleeting happiness he had brought me. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, the pain of my existence persisted, unyielding in its relentless grip.An overwhelming weariness settled upon me, the weight of my suffering pushing me to the brink of surrender. My body, once strong and resilient, now felt weak and fragile. Nausea gripped my stomach, an unwelcome companion that plagued me day and night. Unable to bear it any longer, I sought the guidance of the chief maid, a woman who had shown me a semblance of kindness in this world of torment.I approached her, my steps slow and hesitant, as if the weight of my burden were physically dragging me down. She turned her gaze towards me, concern etched upon her face. Without uttering a single word, she knew something was amiss."Bloom,
The journey to the neighboring pack, ruled by the infamous Lycan King, was a torturous one. The rattling wagon bumped along the rugged terrain, each jolt sending shivers of pain through my battered body. The chains that bound me clinked and clanked with each movement, a constant reminder of my captivity.As the wagon rolled to a stop, my heart pounded in my chest. This was the moment I had feared—the moment when I would be handed over to a new master, a master rumored to be even more ruthless than my uncle. The pack guards opened the wagon doors, their eyes devoid of compassion or sympathy."Get out," one of the guards barked, grabbing my arm roughly and yanking me from the wagon. I stumbled, my weakened body struggling to keep up with their callous treatment. With each step, the weight of uncertainty pressed down upon me, mingling with the heaviness of my growing belly.We approached a grand palace, towering walls casting ominous shadows. The air crackled with a foreboding energy, as
The Forgotten Mate 6. Night finally came and I decided to rest my head a little but I couldn't, Thought on how I was going to survive with my unborn child in this evil place sent fear through my spine,My encounter with Alpha Liam, The Lycan King made it even worse,He had sent an immediate threat of death if I didn't do as I was told and it made me even wonder what my fate was." Are you asleep???" I heard a voice from a corner and I flinched.I had thought I was the only one in this room. Realising there was someone else made me astonished." Have you been here all this while????" I asked and she nodded. The figure was a Young lady just like me.She would be in her early adulthood, Or maybe just a few years away from teenage hood . She had beautiful red hair and she reminded me of my mother. Her eyes were swollen and her face pale.She was dressed in a rag and chains were in her legs chaining her to one spot. " Yes ….. I just decided to allow you to have your moment of realisation" she
7: A Harlot's DefianceThe room was filled with tension as I stood before Alpha Liam, my heart pounding in my chest. His piercing gaze felt like it could see right through me, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, not after hearing the stories of his ruthlessness and cruelty. Praying silently to the moon goddess for strength, I approached him.As I walked past Ana, I could hear her whisper, filled with concern, "Oh, Bloom, what are you going to do?" Her words echoed my own fears.Standing in front of Alpha Liam, I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. I didn't dare look up at him, for I had only glimpsed his captivating features once before, and it had left me in awe. But that was before I learned about the rumors, the judgments that had already been passed about me."Go down on your knees!" Alpha Liam's voice thundered, causing me to flinch involuntarily. I was about to comply, but a guard forcefully pushed me down, leaving bruises as a pa