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He murmured then placed a kiss on her forehead as he caressed her stomach. She placed her hand on his before raising her head to stare at him. “I think this is their way of cheering us on, Zane. We can't give up on them, I'll try my best to endure the pain without the pills and I'll try my best not to be a whiny bitch anymore" Zane chuckled then placed a kiss on her lips before pulling her closer. “We'll get through this, I just know it" • Anastasia groaned loudly as she sat down on the boulder. She felt like she has been searching for years and has still not been able to find any healer witch. Just how good were they at hiding?

He stated through his clenched teeth, pulling me closer until his hands were resting on my ass, " No! Because that makes you happy! See, I am trying to become a gentleman. I didn't kill him but I made sure that he had forgotten some parts of his memories about Ryan.. me...and especially..YOU!" He let out the last part with a growl and bent down to kiss the corner of my lips as if he was missing me. I let him do whatever he wanted because I missed him too. I hated to fight him, knowing that all he was doing to protect his brotherhood and Ryan. His voice sounded stern midway abruptly, " I have a surprise for you!" _____________ " LET ME GO! YOU BASTARDS!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM ANASTASIA B

"Okay. Then you don't mind listening to me talk? whispered Anastasia sensually in his ear. Their gazes met. Anastasia has beautiful blue eyes. Her red lips are full and sexy. And that mischievous glint in her eyes made the clear signal for Ezra to grab her by the scruff of the neck and suck hard on her lips. Anastasia smiled between their kisses. She shifted her buttocks to sit on Ezra's thighs, and she wrapped her arms around Ezra's neck as they kissed. The tension was starting to build perfectly, just like Anastasia wanted. She could feel Ezra's arousal under her ass as she pressed herself against Ezra's body. “Is this the kind of consolation you desire?” whispered Anastasia hoarsely. "Not

she stopped talking, "it's like since you've been away, nothing can faze them!" "Just give me some names, Anastasia. It's the only way I can assist you," I pleaded, cautiously inching closer to her as if she might explode right before me. “Sorry, A, but I can’t do that.” Anastasia finally broke down in front of me, tears streaming down her face. I pulled her into a comforting embrace, but she quickly pulled away, her expression a mix of discomfort and pain, as if hiding something deeper. "My bad," I muttered as she wiped away her tears. In one swift move, I lifted the back of her shirt, revealing handprints and a number 4 etched into her skin—marks that would undoubtedly leave scars. She tri

Meanwhile... Far away from the rain-soaked halls of the Supernatural Academy... The atmosphere within the Crimson Blood Pack couldn't have been more different. Where one heart sat drowning beneath the weight of fear... Another threatened to burst from sheer excitement. Anastasia simply couldn't wait for the rain to disappear. She had been awake long before dawn. Truthfully... She wasn't entirely convinced she'd slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, the same thought found its way back into her mind.

Alpha Jax handed it to Ana, who read it aloud to Damien: "'To whoever finds this, our daughter, Anastasia, is not of our blood. She is a gift from the Moon Goddess, a Lycan born of prophecy. Protect her, for she will be the key to uniting the packs and bringing peace to our kind.'" Ana's voice trembled as she finished reading, her eyes locked onto Damien's, seeking answers and reassurance. Ana's eyes welled up with tears as she read the note, her heart aching for the mother who had sent her away to protect her. The note spoke of war, suffering, and death, and Ana realized that her past was marked by violence and fear.

Chapter 34 *Few Days After* Anastasia's POV. I went to Tristan's house during the Weekend. He said that was the day we were going to sign the contract. I already packed my luggage, since he told me that we were going to resume on that particular day. I was prepared for whatever he had in ground for me. I knew he was going to help me in any way that he could. I walked into his house, and the first person was the guy I saw that day. He hadn't even changed his passcode. I didn't bother to ring the bell, since I entered using his passcode.

[WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING CONTENTS!] Rostam Clawmark and Greko Blazul: "!!!" "No way! No way! That is a lie!" Anastasia, who discarded her mate, stomped her broken foot repeatedly as she stripped any soft countenance, revealing her crazy personality to the thousands of beasts she had seduced throughout to march for her bidding. "This all a bad dream! You're a pathetic woman! You should be a cannon fodder, a human furnace for us—the chosen ones! I dreamed of your demise over and over again! Why is it different? Why?"

Anastasia’s is in the shape of a crown and looks like it’s glowing. Anastasia is an Alpha werewolf. She searched for her mate until she was in her mid-twenties, late by werewolf standards. It was my mother who figured out that she and King Ailduin were mates and brought them together. The story that is told around our pack is that on the night of their mating, our pack lands bloomed like nothing anyone has ever seen before or since. Go Anastasia!

Anastasia It was maddening. Something about the rattling sound inside her veins, the intoxicating smell of her skin, I couldn't stand one minute without wishing to taste her warm blood. And that's what I hated about myself. My predator instinct was unforgiving. Who was this girl?—an innocent human with a deadly charm? I held my breath the whole time I was near her. All details of her features stuck in my mind. Those big brown eyes that stared back at me. Her pale lips pressed together to hide the pain. A mass of dark brown lock whirled around her slender body. Of course, she wasn't perfect like most of us, but I couldn't shake the urge to make her mine. Yet I knew she would never be. Her wri