How Does Symbiote End?

Born to power but raised in pain, Crystal’s life is anything but ordinary. Once the daughter of a powerful Alpha and Luna, she is reduced to a broken omega after a betrayal that steals her parents and her status. Trapped in a pack that despises her, she endures endless abuse until fate reveals its cruelest twist: her destined mate is the very man who helps destroy her. But destiny is not done with her yet. After a desperate escape that ends in death, Crystal awakens to something impossible. Chosen by the Moon Goddess and bound to an ancient prophecy, she rises reborn as a hybrid of wolf and witch, carrying a power the world has never seen. No longer willing to be controlled, she breaks her bond with her cruel mate and begins a journey to reclaim herself. Far away, Alpha Kenneth, a feared and powerful alpha that is hardened by the loss of his parents to vampires, feels the awakening of a force that changes everything. When their paths collide, the bond between them ignites, fierce and undeniable. But trust is not easily given, and Crystal must decide whether to embrace the connection or stand alone. As hidden truths unravel and enemies close in, Crystal discovers the depth of the betrayal that shatters her past and the role she must play in a war that will determine the fate of both werewolves and vampires. To fulfill the prophecy, she must rise beyond fear, claim her power, and stand beside the one man who could either be her greatest strength or her greatest risk. Because this time, she is not the omega they broke. She is the fire they cannot extinguish.

After a venomous snake bites me, my husband, Daniel Dawson, injects the only antivenom into my adopted sister, Grace Winton. Before I black out, I see my parents, Daniel, and my son, Ethan Dawson, all gathered around Grace, while I lie alone on the grass, completely ignored. When I come to, my colleague shakes his head and tells me the toxin has already spread. Within 48 hours, my body will begin to rot from the inside, and I'll die in unbearable pain. I give up the conservative plan and swallow a potent painkiller instead. Over the next two days, I transfer the hospital my grandfather gave me and every asset in my name to Grace. I divorce Daniel and place both his and Ethan's hands into Grace's. When I put Grace's name on the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis treatment protocol I've spent five years developing, they finally smile, hold my hand, and tell me we're finally a real family. I stay silent and only smile at them. I wonder what their faces will look like two days later when they see my body.

The Blood Moon Feast was over. I was delivering the synthetic blood supplement I'd developed for the vampire lord, Evander, when he suddenly threw me to the ground. "Give it to me... I want you..." His crimson eyes burned with desperate hunger. My face flushed. I thought he finally understood the love I held for him. So I let him sink his fangs into my neck. I let him form a blood bond with me—a human. I wanted eternity with him. But when I woke up, Evander's eyes were filled with shock and regret. It wasn't love. Just an uncontrollable frenzy from his once-a-century bloodlust curse. And now it was too late. A human bonded to an ancient vampire suffers excruciating, soul-tearing pain. To forcibly break the bond? A death sentence. Evander chose to honor it. He owed me—I'd saved his life once in the human world. But everything changed when Odette died. His true love, waiting centuries to bond with him. When she learned of our union, she shattered—left the City of Eternal Night alone and walked into an ambush by rogue hunters. They burned her to ash. When his family brought back the only thing left—a moonstone pendant—Evander's hands closed around my throat. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it? You trapped me in this bond. Then you conspired with hunters to kill Odette. Go to hell and apologize to her yourself!" He ripped the bond from me, tearing away the very blood that kept me alive. A day and a night of agony as my organs ruptured. Then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night his curse erupted.

What happens when you are suddenly bound to a monster. A devil. An anomaly that should never exist. His touch? An execution that no woman has ever survived. But still, he chose me. A worthless, spineless human. His touch was supposed to end me. But it didn’t. Instead, It made crave more. Want more. He is not one to fall in love. He takes — by force, not choice. But he’s finally met his match. I am no Longer the weak girl deposed by her family. I am something he wants. Something he needs. I am the final solution to his heart-wrenching curse. Something much more dangerous than just the cure he thinks I am. My blood is the key. But also the cause.

The fifth year of my husband's affair, the system that had gone silent finally reappeared, telling me that I could go home. In the final week, I stopped arguing with him. I allowed him to go out with other women and stay out all night, and let him give away the things that I treasured the most to someone else. The day I was meant to leave was our fifth wedding anniversary. He burst into the house with Ivy, knocking over the food I'd prepared and pointing a shard of broken glass at me as he pinned me down by the neck. In a fit of rage, he questioned why I hurt Ivy and the baby she was carrying. "Since when did you become this cruel? You make me sick!" I smiled, not bothering to defend myself. "I did it all, and I really am that cruel. What, did you only realize that now? "Anyway, I wish you two a long, happy life together." As he stared me down, I viciously stabbed the artery in my neck, and my life in this world was finally over.

It is the night before our wedding when my fiancee, Whitney Sullivan, reunites with her childhood sweetheart, Steven Foster, a mercenary who has been missing for five years. He is brought to our doorstep by his teammates, bloodied and barely clinging to life after being poisoned with a deadly aphrodisiac on a mission. Whitney, usually so aloof and controlled, immediately breaks down. She locks the door, defying my efforts to stop her, and stays with Steven all night long. I choose to stay outside the door, never closing my eyes. I confront her the following morning with a torrent of accusations, only for her to stand in front of Steven protectively and say shamelessly, "I couldn't just stand by and watch Steven die. Isn't it just my virginity? What's the harm in letting loose the night before the wedding?" In that instant, all my affection for her is utterly destroyed.