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Iris is considered a weak she-wolf by her pack after she didn’t gain her wolf when she turned 16. Her fated mate not only rejected her on her birthday but was also dating her sister, even though he knew about the bond. After the rejection, he wants to keep Iris as a mistress or exchange her for power. Iris gets a second chance but leaves her pack, and no one knows where she is until she returns 4 years later as a completely new person. Her second-chance mate, Kayden, will try everything to get her back and make Iris forgive him after a terrible mistake he made. Could he accomplish what he wishes? Or will fate win and Iris be rejected, just like her curse states?

Wet sounds filled the room as he kept licking and fingering her through every pulse, drawing out the pleasure until she was shaking and gasping, completely spent. Kai finally lifted his head, lips and chin glistening with her release. He rose slowly to his full height, his dark eyes burning with intense hunger as he looked at her flushed, boneless body trembling on the edge of the table. “Session’s over,” he said, voice flat and cold. “Wash up and get dressed.” Lila tried to push herself up, but her legs shook violently. A soft, embarrassed sound escaped her. “I… I can’t really stand right now.”

The way he said 'what you are' instead of 'who you are' made my blood run cold. "Okay, What if the tests prove I'm not cursed?" I asked desperately. "Then we'll know you're something else," Soren replied. "Something worse." I looked around the hall one more time. At Tony's body. At Dante bleeding on the floor. At pack members who wouldn't meet my eyes. "What could be worse than cursed?" I whispered. "Deliberately evil," Soren said simply. The words hit me so hard. In their minds, I was either cursed or evil. There was no third option where I was innocent.

The war priest moved aside, revealing a low table set with a single item. “What is that?” She asked… “A little something we need to show you,” replied an elder. A large picture was covered with a veil. It glowed faintly blue. “The water that is cursed,” he said. “This is all we could extract. The healers say the land resists cleansing.” “And the antidote?” she asked. The priest didn’t answer. Riven stepped forward, gaze locked on her. “There is one,” he said quietly. “But… you must see it yourself.”

The image changed and it was a picture of what looked like a man with white long hair and glazed over white eyes. The words next to the picture were Warlock. I counted ten skulls under the word threat assessment. "Warlocks exist too?" I gasped. "The things of storybooks are not simply just myth and legend. Just because you don't see them it doesn't mean they are not there," he explained. "This creature cursed me," he said through gritted teeth and then he changed the image on the monitor again. "He cursed me to become this disgusting creature," he spat. I turned my eyes to the screen to see a big obsidian wolf with red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth. My breath caught in my throat. "Why d

I didn't wait for him to finish before I waved him off, with everything going on right now, I can't entertain any more news, my little head cannot carry more sadistic news than it was already stocked up with. I rushed up to my room upstairs and started packing my stuff, I picked up my small backpack, it wasn't small just a little smaller than normal size I had it produce by a human for a piece of gem. Humans love our gem so much they could kill there brother because of it, they called it gold. I grabbed the family photo in my room and hauled it out of the window staring furiously at it as it flew out and into the neighbor's compound, shattering into pieces, my dad rushed into the room and st

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.