Suddenly there was no more running.No more sleeping with one eye closed.It was safe now. ...Jo slowly tried opening her eyes, she was finally discharged from the pack hospital and back to her guest room. Dante had been busy with his meetings and tightening the pack borders, but he would try his best to check in on her. She blushed thinking about the kiss they shared under the dome. Nothing more has happened ever since. Dante has really been respectful of her boundaries and giving her space.Jo was still walking on eggshells, not sure if this is really meant to be. Dante was married and that was the biggest barrier to everything right now. Even if he did not love Olivia or see her as his wife, they were still lawfully wedded. And Jo was pretty sure, Olivia would not take the news of her being Dante's fated mate well. Or maybe she already knew? Jo could not tell.At least she did not have to pretend with Dante anymore about being an omega. Infact, their mate bond was growing ever

The island was chilly and breezy. Jo looked around and realised she was alone again. And then she heard that serenading sound that had been calling for her, yearning for her and haunting her. She wanted to know where it was coming from. It sounded so eerily familiar like she had heard it before. As she felt the soft shoreline sand beneath her bare foot, she knew she was getting close to that sound. It was coming from inside the Islands. But every time she tried to get closer, she would always…………Jo woke up panting. She had the same dream again. Ever since Belial’s attack, she had been having the same recurring dream of a serenading sound calling for her. But every time she tried to get close to it, she would wake up. Damn her luck.Not wasting any more time, she quickly got up and checked today’s date on a nearby table calendar. Her heart sank realizing that the day of the fairies’ departure was getting closer and closer. They were leaving in three days. It almost felt like a part of

Victor stared at Jo dangerously. If looks could kill, Jo would be six feet deep already. Before the siren could decently cover herself in front of the crowd that was now gathering, Victor snapped his fingers, and instantly the warrior next to her started grasping for air, his hands around his neck as if something invisible was choking him, robbing him of air.'Victor, stop', the siren pleaded for the warrior who she knew was probably a victim of Pat's evil plan.'Fuck this Jo', the demon king mumbled. 'You care about this warrior so much?'.Jo knew it was a wrong move because the warrior's body suddenly went still. She knew he was dead, so she dared not look at the body lying next to her. Tears were welling up in her eyes, this was not how she imagined her 18th birthday to have been celebrated. Damn it. She did not even want to have a celebration in the first place.'Everyone who dares lay their eyes on my soon-to-be bride will have it ripped out of their socket. OUT!', Victor threate