A man with adorable child in his arms stood there. The man and the child had identical features. The child looked about 5 years old while the man appeared to be in his early thirties. His face held seriousness. And for some weird reason I found him so, so familiar to Elijah in vampire diaries. He was giving off those vibes that showed seriousness and wickedness both, but in an extremely sophisticated way. Him and the child wearing identical dark grey suits with black shirt inside was just cherry on top.Girls were gasping and sighing while staring at them. Lara’s gaze met with mine as we raised our brows. Whoo is this guy?!The man suddenly turned his attention to me. His green eyes met mine right before he put the child down on his feet, and then bowed a little in respect, “luna.”The child looked at his dad, and then followed suit. Doing the exact same thing that his dad did and then saying in his adorable childish voice, “Luna.”The girls burst out in awes. I didn’t blame them. I

Mia With a thundering heart, I stared at the sky high flames of fire that were surrounding the large ground in a circle. I recognized this place. This was familiar. All too familiar. But I could not put a finger on when and where I had seen it. It was like a lost memory at the tip of my mind.“Mia?” Rake’s voice startled me. I turned my head in his direction. He looked tired, his hair was a mess. “What should I do?” I asked, filled with dread. How do you walk through hell fire alive?There were warriors standing behind me who had tried to find any literal way to just get past this fire but the whole area was surrounded by fires that had no ending point in the sky. There were helicopters that were sent in to check if they can gain entry somehow but two of them already got burnt and fell down on the ground and one of them came down safely, defeated. The dark smoke was covering the sky and strong winds would not let it fly any higher. Even in the sky they could not see the ending poin

I worried if dad was lucid from all these years of being alone and in the wild and through the trauma but the truly horrifying part was… he did not look lucid. He appeared to be completely sane. “Come with me.” he grabbed my hand, practically dragging me with himself, “now that you are finally here, I can finish the damn ritual. It has been so many years. I had to sacrifice so much for it.”“What ritual?” I asked blankly. My mind was not even processing what was happening.“Well, you know your mom and I were very happy together, right?” he turned his head, a soft smile gracing his lips. “I loved her and I loved you too. But it was not enough. I was the alpha of just a small pack. I was powerful, but not powerful enough. I kept telling your mother that I needed to breach other territories, fight wars to win others but your mother was a big softie. Didn’t want people to die. So I had to find something else for help.”“Dad, what are you talking about?” I whispered. His hand was so tight

The tears on my face had gotten mixed with the rain water. I could barely keep my eyes open because of how heavy the rain was. We were completely drenched. My feet hurt terribly but the skin had started to regenerate. I took several deep breaths as my sobs started to subside. There was sound in the rain. Splashes, and wind. Faster running. But nothing was in sight. It was like there were several people moving through the air. And something strange had surrounded us. A chill was running down my spine.“Who the fuck is it?” the witch shouted.I blinked, there was a sound of someone moving through the wind and the moment I opened my eyes again after blinking, Jeisha had disappeared.What…?My spine straightened in fear. My gaze fell upon my dad whose face had become extremely pale.His eyes came to me. “What have you done?”Me? I am literally tied to a fucking tree almost burnt alive!“Whom did you call to save you? Tell me the truth.” dad asked again.I remained silent. For some strang

“You used to live here?” Alessio roamed his gaze throughout the dirty walls of the room that I had spent my last five years in.“With twenty other girls.” I nodded and turned my head to him, “most of the packs don’t give omegas their personalized or even live- worthy rooms.”His face showed the expressions that I hated to see but it was important. His face was unpleasant and angry. When his eyes turned toward me, he muttered, “this is horrible. More horrible than I would have ever imagined.”His gaze then turned toward the wall that was covered with dark splashes. There were broken pieces and long, deep cut like marks, “How did that happen to the wall?”My fingers tightened in a fists. I did not want to remember, but the past was not easy to forget. Even harder were the moments that I remembered begging and writhing on the ground in pain and asking my tormentor to have mercy on me.“Wyatt.” I whispered, my gaze tracing the marks on the wall, “he beat me and other omegas here in this v