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If New York had been a war, Ireland was the ceasefire nobody trusted. At night the sea hurled itself at the rocks. In the morning the fog crawled up to the windows to see who’d survived. Maeve liked to joke that I brought the weather with me—storms, broken things, and all the wrong kinds of attention. But she still left mugs of warmed blood by the fire without being asked. Small mercies. The Byrne house wasn’t the kind of place you could ever really sleep in. Every beam sighed, every door decided when it wanted to open. I took to walking the cliffs instead, following the deer trails through the gorse until I could pretend I was just another shadow that the land tolerated.

At Cambridge’s residence, Maeve was admiring the clothes, shoes, bags, and everything Gabriel had purchased for her. She wished she could wear them all together at once to see him happy the way he was this morning. Reminiscing about how they started as childhood friends when the teenage Gabriel would follow her father around, Maeve wondered how she believed lies and distrusted him in her past life. After all, she did to him. He still bought all these for her. Maeve could count the number of things Dylan bought for her in her past life. They were usually on occasions and things he would equally benefit from, like expensive wines, which they would drink together. Her loath for Dylan increased the more her love for Gabriel grew.

asked Sara, referring to Maeves daughter. (During Maeves' pregnancy, she fell into depression and due to this, she lost one of her babies. Sara had to take care of her while enduring her own pregnancy. Maeve gave birth to identical twin girls, but unfortunately, one was stillborn. Stillborn babys' name is Britania Faith Louver, whereas for the one that survived. Her name is Tanya Hope Louver.) "She fell asleep. Where's' aunt Sue?"

I have never had an office job before, and I am quite excited about the experience. I have checked a few tips online to avoid making amateur mistakes, but sadly, I don't know the name of his company, so I am going in blind. Ma seems happy and content with the new job, and it makes me hope I will be as well. She has been gushing about the mansion and all the appliances available to ease her work and how kind everyone is. I decided to drag myself off the soft mattress and went searching for Ma to see if she needed help in any way. When I found her, she was busy, with Maria acquainting her with our boss's favorite dishes and the recipes.

BRYNNE Lilith’s voice cuts through me, bringing my thoughts to a halt. Maeve’s language might be colorful, but she’s saying what nearly everyone in this hall is thinking. But before I can utter a word, Maeve’s mouth pops open again. “My language?” Maeve shrieks. Her sister yanks on her hand, trying to quiet her, but Maeve steps forward, her body taut with anger. “That bitch stole what should have been mine. Sheila, are you going to keep quiet? Prince Brynne should be mine.”

Amid all the chaos, Maeve and Keiv will embark on a journey filled with laughter, heart-fluttering moments, unforgettable memories, and countless reasons to fall in love. A story about accidents that become beautiful new beginnings. A story about two people brought together by fate in the most unexpected way. And a story that proves that sometimes... The best things in life begin with a simple mistake. Because if Maeve hadn't climbed into the wrong bed that night... She never would have met Keiv. She never would have experienced the moments that made her smile. And she never would have discovered that someone was willing to stay by her side—no matter how chaotic her life became.

It makes me feel better knowing that when the day comes that we face Levana again, she will be stronger than she was the first time. In that battle, she did okay, keeping the pack safe from Levana. But it was Emlyn that pulled Levana’s magic from her, not Maeve. Now, I’m pretty sure that Maeve could knock Levana on her witchy ass without more than a flick of her fingers. Maeve says goodbye to the woman then comes over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “So, you’re into pregnant chicks now?” she asks me. “Only ones that smell like strawberries and cream,” I tell her, leaning in to run my nose over her neck. She leans her head back, giving me full access to her throat. I growl possessively before licking my way from the bottom of her throat to her chin.

My men left no stone unturned in unveiling her double life. A harsh laugh tore from me. Fuck. I laughed again. Then clapped the cigar between my lips. Maeve Ivanov, twenty-four years old, a struggling lawyer saddled with student loans, and a singer leading a double life in the shadowy underbelly of the city. How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility.

Maeve sat at the writing desk Elias had built for her with so much care. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. The blank page on the screen blinked like a challenge. Shadows That Embrace had been a painful catharsis, a way of bleeding onto paper. But this second book would be different. Bolder. Rawer. More explicit.

And today, I’m leaving one of my children here for what could be the rest of her life. I bite back tears as my girls hurry up the steps. Maeve skips every other step, much to Brie’s annoyance. Maeve and Brie are complete opposites. Maeve is playful but tends to fly by the seat of her pants, throwing caution to the wind. Brie is… a rock. Solid in conviction and sense. She’s the reason Maeve was able to have a childhood in Veiled Valley without needing to worry about her powers getting in the way. She raised Maeve as much as Evander and I did, and I know that right now, she’s hurting as badly as I am…

Then Maeve removed her hand. “But of course I want to see the child live,” she said, moving away from Selene. Selene gasped for breath, holding her neck. “You monster,” she gasped, water coming down her eyes. Maeve chuckled. “Now I am a monster,” she said, taking her seat. She looked at her silently, her eyes going to her stomach, and Selene instinctively covered her stomach. “Twins, a boy and a girl,” Maeve said, still staring at her stomach.

"As long as she's sworn to secrecy. I really don't feel like explaining this to anyone else until I understand what's going on myself. Especially if they get pissed off by hearing about it from her first." "You wouldn't believe the secrets that girl can keep. She is my daughter, you know," Sylvia replied with a wink. I smiled and nodded my head. "Of course. But, can I ask why?" "You'll see," Sylvia replied as she waved her hand in a 'come in' motion, and the door to the office opened to reveal Maeve standing there just about ready to knock. Maeve grew up to be a beautiful young woman. Her band colored skin made her light blue eyes sparkle, and she had her mom's natural indigo blue hair color.

She opened the box to reveal something that was glistening under the light. She touched it with her hand before she lowered her gaze and shut the box in disappointment in the end. At the same time, someone knocked on the door of the study. “Come in.” Maeve entered and a look of disappointment flashed past Brendan’s eyes when he realized that it was Maeve. It happened so quickly that no one would notice. He then asked with a calm gaze, “What’s going on?” “Mr. Brighthall.” Maeve shut the door after her with a solemn expression. “Something happened when I was out shopping with Ms. McKinnon this afternoon and I feel that I should inform you.”

Violet was full of surprised. Lady Maeve opened the door and didn't move. She looked shocked. "Shit. I'm new at this and you are very bloody handsome. Like fuckably handsome. Oh WOW! I hope you two have babies together..." Violet ran over and put her hand over Maeve's mouth and announced Prince Oisin's arrival. Maeve wasn't lying when she said he looked 'fuckably handsome'. I definitely need the overnight bag. Oisin smirked and I heard his voice in my head.

She simply let out a laugh, before stating, “my mate knows that if I set my mind to something, that it’s happening.” I was working on putting some invoices into a spreadsheet when Maeve came into Callan’s office with a pep in her step. I looked up from my desk that we had added the day prior. Her smile was as bright as the pink sweater she had on. She looked completely out of place in this dark, dark neutral, house. She braced her hands on my desk before hoisting herself up to sit atop my desk. “Cal, I am taking my new bestie to a Wine and Sip class at Lemon Drop tonight,” she said with a smile.

Alpha King Ethan had actually packed her a lunch and sent her on her way, only for her to return several hours later vexed from a badly scraped knee and her lunch stolen by seagulls. Most of all, I had confirmed what I already knew was true. Maeve was a menace. And she would likely harass me for the rest of my life as she had her parents and brother. She told me all about them. My favorite story was about a bat that she had spent the better part of four hours trying to catch with a fishing net. She did eventually catch the poor creature and took it inside their house. She tripped on the stairs, and the bat got loose, hiding in Rowan's room for several days before Ethan could finally flush it out.

And the one person with nothing to hide was stepping forward. Maeve Holloway moved through the crowd like a torch cutting through fog. She wore Runebound’s colors, deep indigo and silver. Straight-backed. Fire-eyed. A woman who had spent her winter break doing what no one else here had dared: digging through the filth Sampson left behind. “I won’t stay quiet,” she said without waiting for permission. “Not for your pride. Not in the name of Sampson. And not for the way I’ll be treated after this.”

Darcy said. Maeve stared at her for three seconds, then slapped her thigh and stood, brushing dust off her pants. "Alright. Go back upstairs to your Alpha's penthouse. Stop wasting time in this windowless room." Darcy turned toward the iron door, her hand on the cold metal lock. "Darcy." Maeve's voice came from behind her. Darcy stopped. She didn't turn. "Chloe had a bad habit in the North," Maeve said, dropping a stack of brown paper onto the wooden table. Darcy turned half her face.

But Brian knew that he only had a day or two to make her his slut. So he retreated. "I'll... start coffee," he muttered, already heading for the door without looking back. The moment he was gone, Maeve pressed her face into the pillow that still smelled like sweat and let out a shaky, wondering breath. The entire room smelled of cum and her juices and heat. And something quiet and irreversible had just woken up inside her, too. Maeve drifted down the hallway on unsteady legs, the ghost of his thigh still pressed between hers. She gathered her clothes in a daze, clutching them to her chest like armor. The bathroom door clicked shut behind her, and only then did she let herself breathe.

She winked at Maeve who just rolled her eyes. “Stay out of the bedrooms too. Take your shenanigans somewhere else,” Maeve told her as she leaned down to select from the shoes that were placed in front of her. She stared at them critically, then, went for the stilettos. Maeve loved a good high heel. They accentuated her already long legs and made her feel sexier than she already felt.