Aldous Huxley

Audrey Raven’s idea of mating and mate bond changes when she finds her sweet mate in the arms of another. To worsen matters it turns out that he had been cheating on her with her best friend, Elora. Jacob Huxley who was the son to Her father’s Beta, and her mate rejects her because according to him, she wasn’t all girly, she was an omega, and he also felt he was in love with Elora, Audrey’s best friend. Jacob and his father then plan a coup to impeach Audrey’s father in to become Alpha and heir; they do so successfully, killing her parents in the process, but unfortunately, Jacob’s father also dies in the process, leaving his son to take on the position. During the impeachment, Audrey gets involved in a major accident (was shot in the neck) hitting her head against a hard surface in the process. She pretends to lose her memory just so that she doesn’t get killed. Jacob, blinded by the rage for losing his father, further punishes her by enslaving her and then selling her off to a dreaded Lycan king when he no longer found her useful. She is an omega. But then fate takes another turn for Audrey when she falls into the clutches of the dreaded Lycan king and finds out that the moon goddess had given her a second chance mate who happens to also be the Lycan King. But what happens to her when her initial mate, Jacob, comes crawling back, seeking for her forgiveness? Would she return to Jacob despite everything he had put her through, or stick with Kaden, her second chance mate?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓!!!  “Are you sure about this, Love? Wala na ‘tong atrasan once na pumayag ka na angkinin kita.” - Zach Feitan Huxley “Y-yes, Love. Please make love to me like it's going to be our last night.” - Levana Heididea Lambrix Susulitin ko na lang ang mga sandaling ito na kasama siya dahil baka ito na rin ang huli. Kung magkita man kami ng hindi inaasahan, maaaring hindi niya ako makilala o kung makilala man niya ako, sigurado ako na matinding galit niya ang sasalubong sa akin. Handa naman akong tanggapin ‘yun.  Wala siyang kaalam-alam na ako tao na matagal na niyang pinaghahanap, ang taong nagtangka na tapusin ang buhay ng uncle niya noon at ako pa rin ang taong kikitil sa buhay ng nag-iisang pamilya niya ngayon. Kapag nalaman niya ito, panigurado na kamumuhian niya ako.  ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅༻❁༺┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ Si Levana o Ashen Veil ay nagkaroon ng mission na tapusin ang isang politician, ngunit nagkaroon ng aberya dahil hindi ito napuruhan. Nakatakas ito at itinago ng pamangkin nito. Nang malaman ni Levana kung sino ang pamangkin ni Danilo, agad siya nagsagawa ng plano. Nag-apply siya bilang secretary nito at natanggap naman. Sa hindi inaasahan, nahulog ang loob nila sa isa't-isa pero kahit minahal ni Levana ang binata, priority niya pa rin na tapusin ang buhay ng nag-iisang pamilya ng lalaking pinakamamahal dahil ito ang mission niya at maglalaho na lang na parang bula.  Magagawa nga ba niya takasan ang lalaking minamahal at obsess sa kanya? Paano kung magbunga ang kanilang pagmamahalan?  Ano nga ba ang mas mangingibabaw, mission o pag-ibig?

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

The day my brother, Chester Rodney, came to the orphanage to take me home, my boyfriend Dominic Huxley looked at me coldly and said, "If you choose to acknowledge your birth family, we're over." I knew he had his pride—he could never accept the difference in our social standing. So, for him, I turned my back on the family I had yearned for my whole life. In the decades that followed, I toiled without complaint, saving every cent to help him rise to success. By the time I was not yet fifty, overwork had worn me down. Lying on my deathbed, my breathing shallow and weak, I watched Dominic on television. He was now an acclaimed scientist, just awarded the nation's highest research honor. Tears welled in his eyes as he thanked another woman. "All these years," he said, "I never felt worthy of Alicia. But now, maybe I can use this award as the prologue to a love I've owed her for decades." The "Alicia" he spoke of was the woman mistakenly switched with me at birth—the false heiress the Rodney family raised as their own. The camera zoomed out. Alicia Rodney stood radiant, graceful, and perfectly preserved by years of luxury, blushing as she accepted the trophy. "I waited for you for decades," she said sweetly, "but marriage is still something I'll need to ask my brother about." Chester, who had long taken over the family, looked at her with an indulgent tenderness tinged with something unspoken. "I was adopted by our uncle back then for one reason—to protect Alicia. Making the only princess of the Rodney family happy has always been my life's mission." Only then did I realize—everything I thought I had chosen freely, every sacrifice I made without regret, was nothing but a trap, carefully woven by two men, all for Alicia. The betrayal pierced my heart. I died without peace. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Chester came to take me home from the orphanage. I glanced past the two men eyeing me with subtle disdain. Without hesitation, I stepped into the car. "Take me home," I said. This time, I'd send whoever stole my life back to the gutter they slithered from.