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A single painted red rose—vivid, delicate, and defiant. “Holy sh*t! She’s the very definition of enchanting—exactly the kind of woman I’ve been dreaming about!” “Not gonna lie, I want to date her. No games, just love.” “Haha! I’m with you, man. Those earlier girls made me wanna drag them to bed. But this one? I just wanna treasure her. Love her. Spoil her!” “Quick, someone find out who she is!” “Are you stupid? That’s Miss Fallon’s bestie—Esther Davenier! The one the Davenier family disowned!”

The silence was a bit uncomfortable at first, and I didn’t even realize I’d spoken out loud when I said they’ve always hated me and I’ll never be good enough. Easton reached over and grabbed my hand, and I could feel his worry and confusion, so I knew he could feel my emotions already. ‘How does this person I barely know already seem to care more than my own parents?’ I think to myself. Kyra pipes up, ‘Because our mate is perfect and was created for us by the moon goddess. Our parents are just stupid.’

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

All of it ruined. But the study.... It was mostly intact. The heavy desk still stood, charred but solid. Bookshelves lined the walls, some crumbling, others still holding scraps of parchment. I crossed to the far wall. There, hidden behind a shattered painting, was a crest carved into the stone: Ashborne's true sigil. Not the one the Council approved, but the original. The forbidden one. A crescent moon flanked by twin wolves. I pressed my hand to it. Click!

Then she dropped its contents on the floor. Pictures. Me and Derek… together on the bed… half-naked. For a split second, I stood at the gates of hell. Hayden froze, his gaze locked on the pictures. Slowly, he released his grip on Valentina.

Then, out of nowhere, reality comes crashing back. Standing in front of me is the living nightmare himself, Wesley Wrest, future Alpha of River Crest. Blond hair wild, like he just stepped out of a shampoo commercial. Those brown eyes locked on me with that familiar, wild, sadistic glint. His smirk's twisted as if he's laughing at some messed-up inside joke only he's in on. The ache from his kick still throbs. I try to shake off the sleep, the pain, and the embarrassment and fail miserably.

I feel Freya take over all control as I fall into the back of her mind. What the hell is happening? What does she mean we are the descendents of the moon goddess? I feel Freya pushing me all the way out of earshot in her mind, falling into nothingness. I feel sleep taking over as Freya lulls me to sleep. Not fighting it at all, I fall into a quiet sleep. Talon Pov

Like every smell inside belongs to me. "This is the house Atlas uses when he wants to escape the madness of the mansion. He spent more time here than there." Shaun says as he moves to the side, flinching as Thalia's cat rubs against his feet. "Perhaps that's why you feel so welcomed." Saf murmurs in my mind with sarcasm. "It's his place." Thalia throws herself onto the nearest couch with a dramatic sigh, completely ignoring Shaun’s presence. “Well, he’s got good taste. The brooding Alpha aesthetic really works for him.”

They had vanquished Morgana, and they had ensured their domestication. As the pack recouped from the fight, they started to modify their lives. They honored the fallen, and they promised to never disregard the penances made to ensure their domestic rights. They knew that the danger of the Shadowlands was not totally gone, but they were prepared to confront anything challenges long haul may hold.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**