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Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

Welcome back for my previous readers, and for those who are new to my stories. This book is the fourth book in my Twist of Fate Series: - The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate? Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn seventeen, for him to meet his Alpha wolf and be able to finally sense his fated mate. She's long since been predicted as his fated mate and they make the perfect couple, surely fate couldn't take an unexpected twist and take Delilah on a painful path she didn't expect?

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"Oh, so you just can't make it without the Swains? You've got two hands and two feet. What's stopping you from getting a job and taking care of yourself instead of showing up here to whine? "This whole act is just your way of sneaking back into Mom and Dad's good books through me. Don't pretend you actually feel bad. You don't." Jillian's face turned ghostly white. She clearly wasn't ready for me to call her out like that. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. I shoved past the three of them, rushed out of the airport, and hopped into a cab headed for the university.

His parchment skin folded in on itself until he was nothing more than a small, leather-bound book lying on the paper path. I picked it up. The cover was blank, but the pages inside were filled with the story of a werewolf and a girl, written in a hand that looked like both of ours. "We're moving into the Fourth Vault," I said, looking at the path that now stretched toward a horizon where the wooden stars were beginning to turn into real, morning light. "What's the first line of the new chapter?" Xander asked, his arm around me as we stepped off the paper and back onto the moss.

Serena: Every inch of my existence was battered. My body throbbed, and my eyes were now dry from crying. When I woke up, I found myself beside an abandoned building of the dead pack. It took me a few minutes to even force my eyes completely open. But I still hadn't managed to move much since then. Quiet whimpers slipped from my lips whenever I tried to call for help. It wasn't even the physical pain that weighed me down—it was the crushing of my spirit and the violation of my body that left me paralyzed.

The Heart of Reality. 💔 There had never been a fourth. Or so they believed. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Throne The book revealed another memory. 🌙 Ancient ruins appeared around them. A massive palace. Larger than kingdoms. Built from black crystal. 🖤 Four thrones stood inside. Not three. Four. 👑👑👑👑 The first belonged to the King. The second to the Guardians. The third to the Heart. And the fourth…

Her tone totally flat. Pushing himself forward_he leaned towards the edge of his desk, just close enough to perceive her alluring body spray which only cause Aria to fall back on her chair in total disgust or was it fright? Being overly satisfied with her reaction. Frank began to explain in a rather low tone. "So here is the thing._there is going to be a book launch this weekend and I have been invited along side my mom but it's unfortunate that she won't be able to make it so am going to have to take someone in her place"

The pressure growing with each passing second until- I caught the aura, the trace of her in a lingering second, opening my deep golden eyes as everything fell back into place, my wings jutted out in no time, tearing out the ripple of the pocket. ---------------------- I landed with a thud through the ceiling of the castle-like mansion, my wings quickly demolishing anything in their way, until they folded behind me as a rush of her aura developed around me, my golden eyes studying the empty room. I walked over to the large bed, pulling down the drapes and revealing the un-laid bed, my heart sinking as my fingers traced the white sheets.

Airin said with a flushed face, still smothering her mouth, and her gaze darting to the side. "I caught your little demon friend," Sakha said. Airin returned her gaze to the man, then to a cockroach clamped between his thumb and index finger. "Y-yes. Thank you?" said Airin uncertainly. Sakha snorted. Then let go of Airin's leg nonchalantly, falling like a piece of meat on the floor. Airin winced again, her leg throbbing again, even though she was fine earlier. He saw Sakha go to the window and throw the cockroach outside. The broad shoulders clad in a thin black T-shirt stretched as both hands reached out, grabbed the two wooden window doors, then BAM!