Amalia’s pov
Six months had passed very quickly, we had our jobs and our home here. We have a nice life here. Here I could use my magic and go for a run in wolf form, I had it all.
Tatiana was sending me books because she couldn’t came visit yes. I was learning a lot of them but it wasn’t like a face to face lesson. Either way I was so grateful to her and I was getting better day by day.
I had a job as a secretary for the local doctor and I was learning a lot from him while I was taking classes online. My dream of being a doctor was unattached. Peter had found happiness doing woodwork. He discovered that he liked it while we were fixing our home and it turned out to be a passion of his.
We already had a routine, every morning we were taking breakfast together, every afternoon we cooked together and later we were going for a run in the woods. None of us knew how to cook at the beginning, but we learned from online videos.
Amalia’s pov With each passing month my love for Peter only grows stronger and fiercer. We’ve been through bad times together and good times too but even when things got tough we were always there for each other. I know that he will always be by my side to support me no matter what life throws our way and I will be by his side too. After five months of being together we decided to marry. Peter had proposed to me in the same balcony where we had our first kiss, the same one that we had restored ourselves. It was a moment filled with nostalgia and love, and as we stood there I was remembering the memories we had created in that very spot. The balcony symbolized the foundation of our relationship and the commitment we were ready to make to each other. He got down on one knee and pulled out a small velvet box. My heart raced as he opened it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring. With tears of joy streaming down my face, I nodd
Amalia’s pov The months that followed were filled with great excitement and fear as we awaited the arrival of our son. As the day drew near when I would give birth to our son, Peter was by my side every step of the way. He did everything he could to make sure that i felt comfortable and safe during these special moments. I couldn’t use my magic and I was feeling very weak. Tatiana said that this was because that baby was very strong and was feeding not only from me but from my magic too. Despite not being able to use my magic, I found solace in knowing that our son was growing strong and healthy. I was lying all day on the bed and Peter was bringing me food in bed, helping me to shower, and reading books to meto keep me company. His unwavering support and presence gave me the strength to endure the physical challenges of pregnancy. As labor began Peter was whispering words of encouragement into my ear, helping me throug
Justin’s povSomeone came out of the portal and fell to the ground, shielding something in her arms. Our fighters were ready to reap the person who smelled like a rogue apart. But then me and my dad commanded them to stop. We hoped that this person was my sister or at least someone with information about her.It has been almost two years since she left and nothing has been the same since. My dad had lost his daughter and he has been a mess and I had lost my little sister. Christopher on the other hand had left the pack and he had been searching for her all this time.All we could smell was a rogue and all we could see was a human ball keeping something safe. But there was something familiar about her smell.Suddenly, the woman screamed in pain.As our soldiers took a step back the girl raised her head and looked at us. She was my sister, my sister is back was all I could think about. ‘’What happened?’’ my fat
Amalia’s pov When we came out of the portal I felt down on the ground with our son on my arms and Lycans running towards us ready to reap us apart.And then I felt it, the loss of my mate, I couldn’t help but scream in pain. I had never felt such pain before, it was as if a part of me had been ripped away. The realization that I would never see him again, never feel his touch or hear his voice, was unbearable. My heart shattered into a million pieces, and I knew that life would never be the same without him. The soldiers took a step back and i raised my head and looked at my father and brother. At least now my son is safe for now and we are among family I tried to comfort myself but the grief and emptiness in my heart made it difficult to find solace in anything. I knew that despite being surrounded by loved ones, the void left by his absence would always remain. I couldn't speak to my family, all I wanted to do was go back and
Tatiana’s pov We went to the kitchen to have lunch with Amalia’s brother and father. This was the first time that they had lunch here as Amalia told me. She explained to me that High-ranking members have meals together but right now we needed privacy to discuss. As we sat down at the table, the weight of the situation hung heavy in the air. ''How do you know my daughter'' king Garret asked me trying to decide if i was to be trusted. ''I am the one who taught her how to use magic'' i replied, my voice steady. ''But how did you two meet?'' he asked me again. ''Peter had saved me from the vampire king years ago, I owed him. He asked me to teach her magic and I couldn't say no to him.'' I replied feeling so much grateful to peter. Her father nodded and his stern expression softened slightly as he began to understand the depth of our connection. John on the other hand growled at the mention of Peter saving me from the vampire king making me turn my gaze to him. His eyes were filled wi
Amalia’s povAs soon as our conversation ended, I went back to my room to sleep. I was very exhausted from giving birth and everything else. Sleep didn’t come easy to me as I was replaying everything that happened in my mind again and again.I cried so much before finally falling asleep. I slept only because I was imagining Peter next to me cuddling me and this helped me relax. My wolf was in pain too and I could feel it, she lost her mate as well. She hadn’t spoken to me since Peter’s sacrifice, she was remaining silent mourning him. She spoke to me only after two hours to wake me up to check on our pup and feed him. After that she woke me up again every two hours for the same reason. I woke up the next morning feeling physically and emotionally drained. The weight of grief still lingered in the air, but I knew I had to find a way to heal both myself and my wolf for the sake of our baby. It was time to face the reality of our new chapter without Peter by our side. During breakf
Christopher’s pov20 months and 24 days had passed since Amalia disappeared but it felt like an eternity for me. I never stopped searching for her. Even if I wanted to I don’t think that my wolf would let me. He was always very fond of her, at first, I thought that he liked her in a friendly way but soon I learned that he liked her in another way like me.We had stopped only for two days nine months before when I felt her marking someone else. I was sure it was her. I felt the pain of my mate marking someone else and in order for me to feel that it ment that I already knew my mate. When we haven’t met our mates we don’t feel the loss of them even if they die, we just still searching for them in vain.The pain was so strong that me and my wolf were overwhelmed with a mix of anger, sadness, and betrayal. It was as if our world had come crashing down in an instant. The realization that she had found someone else left us hea
Amalia’s povThe days that followed were filled with a constant cycle of exhaustion, grief, fear but love too. My family and Tatiana were supporting us and they were trying to spent as much time as possible with me and my son.Christopher on the other hand hadn’t speak to me and he hadn’t accepted my rejection either. It was bothering me that he had a pull of me due to our bond. I was feeling like I was betraying Peter every time that I saw him and I felt the need to get closer to him.My wolf was feeling the same, even thought he was her destined mate she was feeling like she was betraying Peter and his wolf too, the father of our pup who had sacrificed himself to save us. She was mourning him too like me.But as the days went by, I could see the sorrow in my wolf's eyes slowly diminishing. We both found solace in taking care of our pup, who reminded us of Peter's love and sacrifice. Though the pain of Peter's loss sti