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Jasmine and Margaret were nestled under the soft blankets of the guest room bed, wearing the cozy cotton pajamas Elena had lent them—matching, oversized, and undeniably comfortable. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Margaret said with a small laugh, staring up at the ceiling. “I know, right?” Jasmine laughed, fluffing a pillow behind her head. “But seriously, have you ever wondered why Elena and Dominic live in this modest apartment when they grew up in literal mansions? I mean, Elena has Athena’s legacy, and Dominic basically inherited generations of wealth from his ancestors." Margaret chuckled softly. “I think that’s the point. Dominic’s always been about the simple life. That’s why, after Cedrick died, he left the castle behind like it meant nothing and came here. Honestly, I think it’s kind of admirable.” The bedroom door eased open, and Elena slipped inside, her bunny pajamas swaying as she climbed onto the bed with a wide grin. “So… what exactly are we doing tonig

Freya slipped into the university library and made her way to the myths section, heading straight for the shelves on werewolves. Her fingers brushed over the spines of old books until a few caught her attention. Cradling them in her arms, she headed toward her newfound usual hiding spot—tucked behind the farthest shelf, past dusty encyclopedias no one ever touched.A small smile played on her lips as she turned the corner.The familiar carpet was still there, along with the worn pillows she’d stashed weeks ago. Untouched. Undisturbed. This hidden nook had become her private sanctuary.She dropped her bag quietly and sat cross-legged on the carpet, exhaling slowly. Here, she could breathe. Learn. Be herself—even if no one else knew who she truly was. It was a place to explore her identity in peace. She had learned a lot, and her Gramps had taught her even more.Lately, she’d been reading about a ritual—something her father had done to hide her real identity. She wondered why. Was she m

Dominic picked up the bracelet, letting the frayed threads run between his fingers. He turned it over in his hand, brows furrowing, eyes narrowing as a memory tugged at him.“This was mine,” he murmured. “But I gave it to…” His voice trailed off, his mind sifting through the haze of distant days. “Sasha. I gave it to a friend—Sasha. She’s dead. How did you get this?”Regina’s voice trembled as she wiped away the tears threatening to fall. “Because you gave it to me. I am Sasha, Nico.”He took a step back. “That’s impossible. You want me to believe that? Sasha is dead.”“The poems and stories we read in the forest,” Regina said softly. “The stories we made up beneath the pine trees. The restaurant you took me to, the raw meat you snuck to my people. The playground where you taught me how to swing, remember?”He said nothing, the silence swelling between them.“If you need more proof…” She took a breath. “The song. The one I taught you. The one my mother sang to me every night... Close

Two men dragged a bound, struggling woman down a cold, dimly lit stone hallway. Her face was concealed beneath a coarse black sack, and her wrists were shackled in silver-laced chains that clinked with every step. When they reached the centre of the chamber, they shoved her forward. She hit the ground hard, falling to her knees, breath ragged beneath the cloth.“Well, well…” a man drawled, dressed too neatly for someone so casual, his voice smooth and mocking—like velvet laced with venom. “Look what we have here. My future mistress.” He gestured lazily. “Take that ridiculous thing off her.”One of the guards yanked the sack away. Elena blinked rapidly against the sudden light, her face pale—her mouth was gone, just smooth skin where her lips should have been. Slowly and painfully, it began to reform, the skin shifting unnaturally. Her golden eyes flared with fury.“Ah, there she is,” the man purred, a dark chuckle escaping his lips. “Our little guest of honour. Still got some fight in

Dominic entered the apartment, each step echoing in the silence. It was too quiet, too still. There was no sound of her voice calling from the kitchen, or laughter, just a heavy, suffocating silence.He moved to the dining room, where her presence lingered like perfume, clinging to every surface. He sat down, eyes fixed on nothing until he saw her.She walked toward him, radiant and smiling, a plate in her hands. "I just created a recipe," she said, that familiar light in her eyes. "Can you taste it for me?"He reached for her, but his fingers met only air.His heart dropped as he stood quickly, breath tight in his chest, and moved to the living room. And he saw them.They were wrapped in each other in the glow of the fireplace. Firelight danced across their bare skin, her laughter ringing like music through the room. Their love burned as fiercely as the flames. He moved within her as she arched beneath him, completely lost in each other.He smiled softly, painfully, until it faded a