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“Just tell me where I am!” “Okay then” he then started look serious as he was preparing to tell something. “This is the other world. The Inhabitants of this Land call this world Beaume. Compared to your original world, it is not as advanced and modern as you might expect. It’s approximately about halfway through what your world calls the medieval age. This is the time period of war between dominant countries and war against demon creatures.” He explained. He snapped his left hand, and in an instant, brought a cup out of nowhere. He sipped a little before he continued.

Why did Brandon shrink form the very sight of him? Why do I want him to be mine? END OF PART TWO – THE CLAN CELEBRATION

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

“You’re up.” Aggressively grabbing the stick from him, I take a single step forward. My retreat comes to a halt as Nox holds me back. “I haven’t made my half of the bet yet.” Those blue eyes land on me once more, his voice low and haughty, “if I win,” as if it matters, “you’re going to shut that pretty little mouth of yours and drop the clueless act. Scarecrow doesn’t stand a chance, because you’re already claimed. By me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner we can get back to us. I have lots of lost time to make up for.” What the fuck is he getting at? It’s a puzzle, cryptic words I can’t wrap my head around. It quickens my heart and weakens my legs. Claimed.

"I have something for you." "What is it?" Indianna asked and pushed her empty plate away from her. "Mark and I were in the library, trying to find anything that could help us. As you know, the Elder's have abandoned us and we thought there could be something in any of the old literature that could help us defeat Rogue." "Did you manage to find something?" Indianna asked hopefully. "Sadly not, we're still looking," Laura said. "But, I did find this book. It's a very old book of tales about the Royal Family."

They’d done it under his nose. His fists trembled. The last time Rosewood magic had been used unchecked, it had torn through the North like wildfire. Packs had turned against packs. Kings had fallen. Blood soaked the rivers. It had taken three generations to bury the truth. Now, something—or someone—was stirring again. And for the first time in centuries, the silence of the white wolves was broken. He turned sharply, boots crunching against the frost-bitten stone, and called over his shoulder. “Cassian.”

But some people just love pushing their luck. "Your private beach?" Ralph looked me up and down with open contempt. His eyes lingered on my slightly faded T-shirt and plain swim shorts, and his grin grew wider. I narrowed my eyes and stepped forward. "Do you have any idea who I am?" My presence made him flinch for a second. Then, the crony next to Ralph leaned in and whispered something. Whatever fear he had instantly turned into smug arrogance. "I see. So you're Clive, the useless husband Ms. Stokes keeps at home, huh?"

After the engagement party, life seemed to return to normal, or at least, that was what it looked like. However, Greg clung to me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. That day after work, the moment I stepped out of the office, I saw him charging toward me like a man possessed, clutching a wooden carving. It was the same wooden carving I had spent months painstakingly carving, one stroke at a time, as a gift for him, representing my love. Now, his face was unshaven, his eyes wild and exhausted, and he shouted, “Zoe, I know I was wrong! Syd lied to me! Can we start over?”

They wanted to share a few moments with all of them before returning back to their hectic lives. As they watched the kids play, they could see Easton and Carolyn already having a clash of their own, just like they used to initially. They shared a look, remembering their own love clash. Will they grow up to have the same? Heaven forbid!