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Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien. Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant. Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute. It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.

Amara stared for a little while, then returned to stare at the screen. "Amara!" Her Mom called her upstairs and she got up to go. We all watched her leave. Izanagi's eyes were sparkling, I thought he might feel uncomfortable at first but then I also had to recall this was his first time meeting Amamiya-san. "Who was that?" he asked. "Amara's Mom." "She's like the dark version of Ms. Bellum." "Who?" Claire whipped her neck to study Izanagi, eyes widened. Almost as if offended at first, but then she thought about it some more and covered her mouth. "No... Yo, wait, she does dress like Ms. Bellum sometimes!"

Amira said "May I know the noble prince or king who has asked for my sisters hands?" Keon asked "King Amir,the ruler of the Vartell kingdom and seven kingdoms" Queen Tarah replied Amira was speechless, she felt like she had been stabbed in her heart, she was frozen lost in her anguish, she was hurt badly. She had turned pale by the news and contributed less to the conversation going on between Keon and his mother. Keon noticed the he paleness of her face, he also noticed how absent minded she had become.

"I don't believe that they had gotten their wolves before he took his own life. Yesterday was Amaris's first time shifting." "Did you get to speak with her today?" Dad asks at the mention of my mate again. "No," I tell him, shaking my head back and forth as hurt, frustration, and disappointment wash over me. "She never showed up to school." Several silent moments tick by as different scenarios rush through my head regarding why she never showed. "I'm worried about her," I mutter, breaking the silence, with my shoulders slumped, and head lowered towards the floor. "She can take care of herself. She is strong," he remarks, the hint of a smile quirking up at the corner of his lips. "She is unli

I did not know whether or not to like it, but I knew that since she was injured I should not be overreacting. Delilah turned to me, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to memorize every detail. Then she gave a soft nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… you must be Damon’s…” “My mate,” Damon said firmly, stepping beside me, his hand grazing the small of my back as he looked directly at Delilah. “The mother of my child and my woman, my pride and my glory.”

Then what was Amira? A lie?

Aiden pov Amira walked into the room with a quiet confidence that immediately drew my attention. Her posture was upright, her steps deliberate, and when our eyes met, she didn’t look away like most women did. Instead, she held my gaze with an intensity that intrigued me. I studied her as she approached, noting the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes sharp and intelligent. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. There was a strength in her, a fire that flickered just beneath the surface. I could sense it, and for the first time, I felt a twinge of curiosity, a desire to understand what drove this woman who seemed so different from the rest.

"And how old is she?" "Her name is Amirah. She is nine years old," she answered unwillingly. "Wow! Too young to be that smart and sensitive. I wish to know her more," he said, more to himself that her. Faith squeezed her face. She didn't like the sound of his last sentence. She felt something at the pit of her stomach, but did not know how to describe the feeling. It could not be jealousy, right? No way! "Desmond, we need to talk."

Once the stark white light dimmed, Rhys lowered his arm from shielding his eyes and looked in the direction where it came from. There, walking across the lake, was a woman of starlight silver hair and eyes with pearlescent, shimmering skin, her attire of a long white robe. Rhys’ mouth dropped open as Amira tilted her head to the side and narrowed her gaze at the newcomer. This was a dream, so maybe he was going to have a threesome with- “I think it is about time I introduce myself and explain why you are here before Rhys gets any more ridiculous ideas…” At the mention of his name, Amira looked between him and the woman of starlight. “My name is Artemis.. You might be more used to my title-”