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Ethan’s POV The room was filled with the murmurs of voices, a low hum that buzzed like a distant swarm. I sat at the head of the table, listening with half an ear as James, my Beta, updated me on the latest reports. Border security, rogue sightings—it was all standard fare, nothing out of the ordinary. My mind was elsewhere, drifting in and out of the conversation. After discovering Amelia had left the next day after our confrontation, I haven’t been able to think. It takes a lot in me to focus. This is why, having a mate only holds you back. I shake my head.

AMIRA I woke up with a foggy mind. I couldn’t even say I woke up since I wasn’t able to sleep a wink last night. The entire night my head was filled with thoughts and worries of everything that transpire the day before. From my argument with Dad to Valeria’s threats and to Soren’s promise to make sure everything would go right in for us. I was plagued with doubt, worry and fear and I had no idea what I needed to do to get out of this dump I was in.

As she lay in bed, her thoughts swirled with questions and concerns. Despite her exhaustion, Amelia's eyes remained wide open, her mind racing with possibilities. She couldn't shake the feeling that her name was mentioned indirectly from the assassin's mouth. “And what was the blood moon?” She thought and inhaled deeply before promptly dozing off. The next morning, the knock Amelia heard on her door awakened her. She stretched her arms lazily and tiredly. She tried to speak by giving the person by the door a go-ahead to enter, but she wasn't able to talk.

Liya’s room was a mess as she tried desperately to arrange the clothes strewn across the place. Amani sat cross-legged on the bed, still in the clothes she wore earlier, looking like her brain was buffering. “I’m telling you,” she said slowly, “it happened too fast. One minute I’m doing normal work things. The next minute I’m standing in a glass office being… evaluated like a performance review with emotions.” Liya blinked. “Start from the beginning.” “I did,” Amani said. “That was the beginning.” Liya leaned forward. “No, no, no. There’s always a pre-beginning. Like… were you spiritually prepared for this?”

(AMELIA) My mind is heavy and filled with a severe amount of thoughts bubbling in my head concerning Mr Mitchell. I can't even begin to tell or explain the amount of trouble coursing through my system right now. I am restless and extremely inappropriate in my position thinking thoroughly about how I managed to get myself into this mess.

Abhimaan said pressing his forehead with his fingers. “Right away” Aman said and ran out of the room to take his coffee. "Looks like my life has turned from an action movie to an emotional drama” he said to himself shaking his head. After a while Aman came back with his coffees and he had his coffee and started working to divert his mind from this.

Shaking his head, he picked up the laptop and placed it on his bedside table, before picking up a pack of cigarettes and going to his balcony to smoke to shake the thoughts out of his head Women are nothing but heartless beings, who are all out for your money and downfall, and falling in love with one is the last thing they are going to do. "There are a lot of bitches I could fuck when needed, so what the hell is the need for a relationship, " he thought. *** Arriving at the mansion the next day Amanda was not herself after she lay down thinking she could get some sleep but nothing came. Her thoughts kept on running wild, and images of Eric kept on flashing in her head. And when she had fina

“Take it slow. You’ve been out for seventy-two hours. Your body needed time to process everything you put it through.” “The rewrite,” I managed. “Did it hold?” “It held. Intent levels dropped forty percent in the first day. The riots are calming down. Anomaly spawns are at the lowest rate in recorded history.” She smiled, and it looked genuine instead of the careful expression people use around the dying. “You did it, Camryn. You actually saved Lenore.” The name felt strange. Camryn. Was that still me? Or was I the thing wearing her memories like stolen clothes? Amon stirred, his eyes opening slowly. When he saw me awake, something in his face crumpled. “Hey.”

If he could have the chance to rewrite his destiny,he would have done that without a second thought. Soon he began to walk deeply into the forest with the thought of Amelia.he could no longer think straight anymore . The more he thinks about it ,the more hurt he becomes ,the more he desires her and the more he wants her to be by his side . Walking deeper into the forest,he was lost and he ended up making his way back to his den . Getting to his den ,he decided to take a cold shower to clear his mind of all the thoughts.