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“Like this moment isn’t a beginning, but a return.” Aiden stepped closer, careful. “Because the fire remembers.” She looked up. “It’s not just in your blood,” he said. “It’s in your soul. This power—it’s passed down, but it chooses who it awakens in. Not just anyone can hold it. You were chosen.” Her heart fluttered at the word. Chosen. Not cursed. Not doomed. “I don’t feel strong,” she admitted. “You don’t have to. The fire is strong enough for both of us.”

Darius's POV. After I and Arnon spoke, I realized that there were some words in what he had said that were actually true, and one of them was the fact that I had exposed myself to my enemies, telling them that I knew exactly what their plans were when I should not have done that. I was putting myself more at risk by telling them that I knew what they were doing and that there was waiting for them to attack me. I decided I was going to follow the plans that Arnon gave and strategically begin to plan my own resistance from within.

My powers felt like it had grown, a much more satisfying fight than the ones I have been having in the moon goddess' realm. When I spoke, my voice wasn’t entirely my own. "I am the child of the goddess. The chosen one. Who dares to challenge me?" The leader collapsed to his knees. He trembled beneath the weight of my presence, barely able to lift his gaze. And then, his lips parted— "Viktor." So he was behind this. For someone who doesn't want to face me, he has a lot of nerve. Kia’s face flashes in my head and I am reminded that I need to go back home immediately.

I nodded, “Never let fear control you, if we let it control us then no matter how much you try nobody would be able to help you. Not even you, yourself.” Kissing my forehead, “We need to stay strong and focused.” he said and I nodded my head knowing he was right. But, it was easier said than done. “I am just not able to shake this feeling off. I know something is again not far away from happening but I cannot do something about it. And, that’s scaring me.” Pulling my chin up, he made me look at him, “Stop thinking negatively, and you are forgetting it seems. You are the chosen one by magic stone, you are now the most powerful creature in this world.”

she said "Wow.. it like am the only peasant in this competition and I thought it was for anybody no matter your status" Rosy stated " Yes it bias right? But that obviously not what the king wanted" Maria said " How would you know" Rosy asked. " Forgotten my father is his the right hand man? He bring juicy details home, the king wanted it to be so but what had he expected living the decision of choosing the girls up to his elders" she sigh " they had obviously choosed a lady for their best interest and the king his far to unconcerned about such things" she said " you were obviously choosen as last minute decision since it was discovered that Laila was already pregnant, so be careful" she warn

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

"Yes! From now onwards, you are our chosen mate, my annoying human's chosen mate, or say HER CHOSEN MATE because she was the one who chose you first." "And I'm glad that I'm your last.", He muttered, capturing my lips, not mine but her. That's why I gave control of her body to her. . #THE END So, finally, this book has come to an end. Last but not least, thank you so much, readers, who spent their precious time and money reading this book. Please do give the same love and support to my other books as well. Since English is not my first language, please forgive me for the mistakes.

I am pretty sure he was getting sick of me. “I had no choice.” “There’s always a choice,” he said quietly. “You just made the wrong one.” I didn’t respond, and he didn’t press. But his words lingered, settling heavily in the back of my mind. What if he was right? The following night, I ventured out alone, needing space from the pack and from myself. The forest was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft hoot of an owl. I found myself drawn to the edge of the territory, where the trees gave way to the human town beyond. I didn’t intend to go there—at least, that’s what I told myself.

Chef Page saw that Talia was looking at bok choy with curiosity, so he offered, "Do you want to taste a sample before placing an order? But let me tell you, most of the flavors are coming from my specially made broth…" Talia was embarrassed because everyone waited for her to order, and she had no idea what to get. "How about you make me your favorite? I'm not a picky eater." "That won't do.", Maddox interfered. "It's your meal and picking ingredients to suit your taste is part of the enjoyment. Let's start with this…" Maddox snatched the menu from Talia's hands. "Spicy or mild?... As for the meat, do you prefer chicken, beef, or pork? … Look at these veggies and pick your favorites. Or you c

Instead, he crawled across the floor toward me on his knees, pleading desperately. "Mr. Frost, I was blind and too stupid to recognize who you were. Please spare my family. My father already got fired, and he was arrested for corruption too. We have to pay back so much money. "If you don't forgive me, my family will beat me to death. Mr. Frost, every mistake was mine alone. Punish me however you want, but please let my family go. My nephew's only three years old—he doesn't know anything. Kids at his kindergarten already call him the son of a criminal. Please…"