LOGINThe witch Monica My mind drifted back to the fragile, plump lady standing by the window as she traced her gaze through the tree line, and for one fleeting moment, my eyes locked with hers. Something stirred within me. Even though she could not see me, of that I was certain, I still felt exposed beneath her gaze. Yet I saw her clearly enough to feel as though I could reach directly into her mind. That cloud surrounding her. That force buried beneath her skin. That strange thing lurking deep within her soul. I had been wrong in my assumptions. I wanted to reach it. I wanted to unravel it piece by piece until every hidden truth revealed itself before me. I had the urge to. I needed to know. I desired to soothe the restless ache clawing at my chest. But then she looked away. She turned her face from the woods and broke the invisible connection between us, and a low frustrated groan nearly slipped from my chest, interrupting the process of the ritual itself. Then suddenly, I felt
The Witch MonicaNever in all my centuries of existence had I encountered a case as severe and maddeningly complicated as the one unfolding before me now. And to worsen the entire ordeal, it felt as though I had stepped into this battle completely unprepared, stripped of every certainty I once carried with pride.When Raymond sought me out for help, I thought it was finally time to do something for him. My way of giving back to him.At first, it truly had. The mission unfolded plainly, smoothly, almost too perfectly, with success already lingering within reach.But who could have imagined that the Moon Goddess had entirely different plans hidden within her grasp?Who would have thought she would bind him to another so suddenly? And not merely to some ordinary woman, but to one carrying something ancient, something disturbingly powerful, something I could neither fully understand nor place together no matter how hard I tried.It pissed me off the more I thought along those lines, becau
I'm so sorry, my wonderful readers. I have a few things to sort out at the moment, which is the reason for the delayed updates. Please bear with me, I promise to upload multiple chapters by Monday. Thank you for your patience and understanding. Hopefully, things won’t always be this way, and I’ll soon return to uploading three chapters daily. Thank you once again. I truly appreciate your patience, support, comments, and immense input toward the growth of this journey with Damian and Aurora. Please stay put, the main plot only just got started...
Aurora I was still on the bed, the duvet wrapped around my frame as though it were trying to shield me from the world itself. Even though there was no one else in the room besides Damian's scent that still lingered within every wall and corner of the guest room… especially near that door. It felt as though the dread and constant awareness of that guard’s brutal death refused to leave my subconscious, even as the seconds slowly ticked by. It felt more like someone was watching me. Like someone was truly watching my every breath, every movement, every action. Even though I was the only one in the room. I had tried to pull my thoughts away from that suffocating awareness and focus instead on the certainty Kiera was trying so desperately to offer. But the weight of uncertainty kept crashing down on us. It was true that Damian had faced far worse betrayals in the past. Diala's words kept echoing through my ears alongside the glimpse I had felt of him struggling through those sad,
Damian “Greetings, Alpha Damian,” Lydia greeted with a slight bow. “I know it's not my place to do this, but...” She bit down on her lower lip and lowered her head further, forcing the words out. “I'm only doing this because of Darius and what he represents.” My brows rose slightly as I stared down at the Omega whose head remained bowed. “Speak,” I ordered. I watched her tense subtly before lifting her head and glancing briefly around the crowd of Omegas whose eyes and faces were turned toward us, eager to hear whatever she had to say. Curiosity mingled with anticipation as she looked back at me. Goodness. I did not have this much time to waste. My mind kept drifting back to Aurora in that guest room and to that painful, hollow part of my chest where the memories still replayed mercilessly. “I would rather prefer your office, Alpha,” she said through obvious nervousness. I studied her composure. It was anything but calm. “What do you think, Aaron?” “Maybe we should hear
Damian The moment I left the courtyard and headed back toward the second floor where Aurora was staying, a heavy sense of urgency gripped my chest. Every step felt weighted. Every passing second seemed to drag endlessly. Aaron had been restless ever since that terrifying howl echoed through the territory, and truthfully, I wasn't much better. The mere thought of Aurora finding herself in danger again was enough to send adrenaline surging violently through my veins. When I climbed the last staircase and stepped into the corridor, my breath slowly returned at the sight of the door exactly the way I had left it. Still locked from the inside, which could only mean she was still inside and safe. I covered the distance quickly, stopping in front of the door just to reassure myself. Her scent clung to every fiber of my being, causing Aaron to settle, only briefly, as he released a sigh of relief. I wanted to step inside, but my hand paused midway as I reached for the door. The weight
The aftermath 2 Liam My gaze hardened. “Tell me who thought they could use you against me, and perhaps I'll consider letting you walk out of this alive, and maybe you can test your luck trying to send me to an early grave while I continue enjoying every benefit that body of yours has to offer.”
LiamI took the last sip of my wine in one gulp before setting the cup down with a heavy thud and making my way out of my chambers toward the secret cell.As I walked, I couldn't stop my mind from drifting back to the mission. In fact, it was one of the reasons I had remained locked away in my cham
Damian There was a brief silence, followed by a small clearing of the throat, and goodness, I was holding myself back from snapping because I had no patience left in me.“Alpha Damian,” he began carefully, “there was an emergency situation involving the border patrol. Reinforcements were needed im
AuroraI clutched the duvet tightly against my chest long after Damian had ordered me to rest and stormed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him with enough force to make me flinch.I was still trying to process everything that had happened.I couldn't tell what haunted me the most; the







