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Chapter 31

Author: Angela James
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28 Years Ago — The Sands of Aswan, Egypt

The desert sun was merciless, but Vivienne Stone barely noticed. Her focus was on the woman lying before her—bloodied, trembling, and very much in labor. Around them, members of her missionary team stood frozen in shock, none knowing what to do. But Vivienne… she moved with purpose.

The woman’s name was Sekhmet, a name that carried weight even in whispers. Her dark eyes burned with pain and determination. Vivienne had found her barely alive outside the ruins, her body weak but cradling the swell of life within her. Her people—an ancient and peaceful pack known only in myth—had been hunted and massacred by poachers.

Vivienne could still see the tracks. Blood had soaked into the sand.

Sekhmet’s pack had lived in harmony with the desert for generations. They were of a sacred bloodline, direct descendants of the primal wolves who had once guarded the pharaohs. Shapeshifters. Guardians. Bound by an oath never to harm a human soul—because they ha
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    Anna I stood in the foyer long after she left, trying to piece together what had just happened. Vivienne. Michael’s mother. Of course she was beautiful—elegant in that perfectly polished, intimidating way. Her clothes screamed old money, but it wasn’t just her appearance that had me rattled. It was her energy. She hadn’t looked at me like I was some passing guest or a casual acquaintance. No. She had studied me. Like she was trying to understand how—why—I was here. Why I was anywhere near her son. And when I told her I was Michael’s friend… that shift in her eyes, that flicker of discomfort, it sank into me like a splinter I couldn’t get out. Her uneasiness, her hesitation… it wasn’t just surprise. It was concern. Disapproval. I leaned against the wall, pressing my hand to my stomach. I didn’t even realize I was shaking until I tried to steady my breathing. What if she didn’t think I was good enough for him? Hell, what if she was right? This woman could show up whenever

  • The Unexpected Fated Mate   Chapter 31

    28 Years Ago — The Sands of Aswan, Egypt The desert sun was merciless, but Vivienne Stone barely noticed. Her focus was on the woman lying before her—bloodied, trembling, and very much in labor. Around them, members of her missionary team stood frozen in shock, none knowing what to do. But Vivienne… she moved with purpose. The woman’s name was Sekhmet, a name that carried weight even in whispers. Her dark eyes burned with pain and determination. Vivienne had found her barely alive outside the ruins, her body weak but cradling the swell of life within her. Her people—an ancient and peaceful pack known only in myth—had been hunted and massacred by poachers. Vivienne could still see the tracks. Blood had soaked into the sand. Sekhmet’s pack had lived in harmony with the desert for generations. They were of a sacred bloodline, direct descendants of the primal wolves who had once guarded the pharaohs. Shapeshifters. Guardians. Bound by an oath never to harm a human soul—because they ha

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