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Afterward, I laid beside him, our naked bodies warming each other, my sexual hungers satisfied. In the dying light, I stared at his undeniably handsome face. Truly, he was a charming young man. And a powerful one too. Soon, I would become Luna of the Shadow Pack, mated to Alpha Axel, a powerful, yet ruthless man. Alpha Axel was known in the Underworld as one who never lost a battle. When he was conscious, no ordinary wolf dared to provoke him, look at him for long, or be within striking range of him. Mated to him, no one would dare to hurt me or cause me pain anymore.

"Before you kill me, just know that I am joking. I like Claire, and I want her to be my daughter through your marriage with her." I relaxed immediately. "As for the possibility of a werewolf getting mated to a human, it is rare but not impossible. I have seen about five cases of such a recurrence. Besides, I think the reason why you joined those on the rare mate lane might be one of the abnormalities that arose with your father's deal with the moon goddess." Because of the deal with the moon goddess? I didn't care for the why. I was more than happy with the mate I got.

“Twenty-two.” “Thirteen years.” Al whistled loudly. “Did it move you?” “Hmm?” “To know she had been waiting for you for all those years?” “Maybe it flattered me a little. But what made me want her is the more I was with her, the more I knew I wouldn’t let her go. She’s what I want.” Al cleared his throat. “If she changes her mind?” “I’ll pursue her until she can’t say no.” Laughing aloud, Al patted Jacob’s shoulder repeatedly. “My, my. Now I know why you could be the youngest billionaire. You won’t take no if you want something.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. "You’re...pregnant?" I repeated, as if saying it aloud would somehow make it make sense. Alyssa nodded. "Yes, Jace. I'm pregnant... with Ryder’s child." My heart shattered into a million pieces. The betrayal, the weight of her words pressed down on me like a heavy stone. This was supposed to be our night, our future. How could everything fall apart so quickly? "I... I can't be with you, Jace," Alyssa continued, her voice shaking. "You know why. You’re... different. You have a defect wolf, and…."

I felt happy, content, and sometimes wished I'd have a happy ending. I started going through the books slowly as I checked out their names. Thousands of romance stories stood arranged on the shelf. I squinted my eyes at one that caught my attention. I selected it. "An Omega Breeder For The Ruthless Alpha King." That was the name of the book. I smiled at the book cover. It had a handsome man with a young maiden who looked smitten with her man. Goosebumps arose on my body at their chemistry. That was what books did to me. I imagined myself as the character.

I don't want us to fight any longer—she's still my sister no matter what. “Are you all right, doll?” Jaxon asks as he squeezes my cold hand on my thigh. I look at him and smile, despite the nerves knotted in my stomach. “Yeah,” I nod. “Don't lie to me,” he says, shaking his head, jaw fixed. “I can smell when you do. Your scent changes.” Oh, that's right. I forgot I'm dating a werewolf—an Alpha for that matter, and apparently, to him, I have a distinct scent and it's not the fruity perfumes I wear.

I drew a simple, messy heart with two zeros inside it. "Volume Four," Xander said, standing beside me, his arm around my waist. "Volume Four," I agreed. Beyond the ruins, the world was vast, broken, and completely ours. The billionaire romance was dead. The Sovereign and the Banker were ghosts. But as the moon rose over the Cascades, a lone werewolf story began to echo through the woods—a story about a man and a woman who decided that the only thing worth owning was the way they looked at each other in the dark.

The title was embossed in faded silver script: Vampiric Death and Rebirth. My heart began to pound. This was it. This had to be it. I opened the cover, the pages yellowed and brittle. The text was handwritten in an elegant, spidery script, the ink the color of dried blood. I scanned the passages, skipping over dense paragraphs about blood rites and soul transference, until a particular chapter heading caught my eye: "The Phoenix Ascendant."

I grabbed a book—a history of Novella’s werewolf lore—hoping to distract myself, but the words blurred, my thoughts circling back to Isabella, to Caleb, to the Moonborn I hadn’t found. A howl pierced the silence, sharp and wild, from outside my window. Maximus froze, his ears pricked, my book falling to the floor with a thud. Another werewolf? Here, in Novella’s human heart? Hunters were everywhere, and a howl was a death wish. I crept to the window, my senses sharp, my hand on the curtain’s edge. The street below was dark, rain-slicked, but a figure stood under a streetlamp, her black hair gleaming, her eyes glinting gold—Vanessa.

She swallowed hard, she looked back at the beast, which had stopped a few feet’s away, it stared at them with unsettling stillness. “This is a werewolf pack” Richard said calmly. “A werewolf what?” Sophia’s blood ran cold. “I thought werewolves only existed in movies and fiction books but never in real life”. Richard’s grip tightened slightly before he let go. “Well, now you know it exists but it’s not going to hurt you, I promise”. He paused for a second and took a slow step back. “That wolf you saw, he’s my brother…I am also a werewolf and I’m advocating to be the Alpha of my pack”