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He must be Apollo, the twin brother of Artemis; God of music, light, medicine and more… “Apollo,” I nodded at him and he nodded back without any other reaction. Then I noticed the remaining Goddesses. One of them had a luscious mane of auburn hair and she had a mature aura around her. I couldn’t place who she was. So, with a gentle nod in her direction, I turned to the next Goddess. She was gorgeous with golden hair and blue eyes. She wore a light pink gown woven with flowers and had a tiara. I did a double take when I saw her large white feathered wings, but it slowly faded and eventually disappeared. Okay then…

Standing by the door. Alessa!!!! Wrapped in a long coat that brushed the floor, her hand slowly reaching for the belt. My breath slowed. She pulled it off slowly and deliberately. Revealing a sleeveless purple gown that hugged her figure effortlessly. Black heels with red soles clicked softly against the floor as she stepped in, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders like she had all the time in the world. My throat went dry. She didn’t even look at me. Just pointed at her shoes. Like I was supposed to understand.

She used to think she was similar to Alessia, but now she realized that the gap between them was getting bigger and bigger. This cruel fact made her feel both resentful and hopeless. Alessia didn't know that her existence had caused such a great psychological shock to others, but even if she did, she wouldn't care. Was she supposed to stop being excellent just to make unrelated people feel better? That would be ridiculous. "Hello, everyone. I'm Alessia La Rosa, also known as Al." Alessia took the microphone handed to her by the host and stood confidently on stage. The female host stepped aside, letting Alessia stand in the middle.

For a breathless moment, the world went still and then Alessia stepped inside. Her arm was linked with Allegra’s, mother and daughter moving as one. Alessia, God, she stole the air straight out of my lungs. Her gown was ivory, with a halter neckline wrapped high at her throat before falling open into a deep plunge. The waist was cinched with a knot of fabric, and her back was bare, all the way down, and it was framed only by the way the halter tied at her nape, a spill of silk falling like a ribbon down her spine. The train followed her in a clean, unbroken line, whispering across the stone floor.

"That is the other reason I was sent. To be his guide, and stand with him, to offer my life if need be, to help protect him. Confessors spend their life traveling the lands. I have been almost everywhere in the Midlands. A Confessor is trained from birth to serve and control her powers. She has to be, because she never knows where she will be called. If we were easy to kill, Zaria would not need to send witches after me at the woods to get the job done. And many of them have died in the doing. I can help protect the Alpha; if need be, with my own life." "Why have you not told him what you are, that you are a Confessor and that where sent by the moon moon goddess?" There was a hard edge to hi

Alisha was standing on the Ceremonial altar with the mouthpiece of the moon goddess behind her. She was wearing a very long black gown with her hair neatly styled at the back. She wasn't looking cheerful at all. The whole pack members had gathered at her command as they stared at her with sympathy, knowing what she had been through.

Their faces lifted and sighed in relief. "Waah, sorry, Luna! Because we're not used to interacting with a goddess!" they said in unison, which made me laugh. "Hey, what's going on?" Alesia said, eyebrows knitted together. Oh, I forgot to tell her. "Well, Princess Alesia, Luna over there didn't tell us that she is a newly proclaimed Goddess of Creation and Universe!" Ereia said proudly while looking at me with admiration. Alesia's eyes widened at what Ereia said.

" Come on Miranda it's your turn now,is it a truth or dare." Ava shouted in the loudest of her voice. The group of four besties were having the night of their life. Miranda Lambert, CEO of the Lambert group. Ava Adams, The country's top model with the highest fan base. Lucia Mendez, the country's sought after designer and Stacy Carl's,the CEO of Hope group of hospitals and a world wide famous surgeon. " Dare!" Miranda made the choice she would regret in less than 12 hours.

Ryder is behind them both with a man I have never seen before. I wipe my eyes and stand when Alessa engulfs me in a hug. “It’s ok, your momma is super strong, she will pull through this.” her words should soothe me but they don’t. I pull away and wipe my eyes with the heel of my hand. I look at Cassandria and she is stunning. She is tall, elegant, with long black hair and the bluest eyes that even rival Ryder’s. She has olive skin, her complexion is enchanting. But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer.

ADONIS Alessia walked down the aisle, looking so angelic and divine. At only eight, she was beautiful. Possessiveness filled me. I didn’t like the people looking at her, talking about her, neither the men, nor the women. I wanted to shield her from the world until I was absolutely certain she was ready to deal with it.