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he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

I whispered, my voice barely audible. The Reaper laughed, the sound cold and menacing. "We'll see about that," he said, his eyes glinting with anticipation. The Reaper's bored expression was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding before him. His men continued to kick me, each blow landing with a sickening thud. I coughed up blood, my body wracked with pain. Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to beg. I knew that's what The Reaper wanted - for me to break, to plead for mercy. But I'd had enough of being at the mercy of men like him.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

I needed to get the fuck out of here before I did something I would regret. "I'm sorry," he pressed on, stepping closer. I could smell him now; the clean sweat, that faint woodsy cologne that always lingered on my sheets and the mint on his breath. "So fucking sorry I ruined everything. I was an idiot." "I don't care." Lie. Part of me did, the stupid part that replayed our nights on loop. But caring got me nowhere except heartbroken and desperate. "Your sorry doesn't fix shit, Reaper. It doesn't change a damn thing."

Chapter 16 "Don't talk to him again human." The Grim reaper said it like I did something very wrong. There are still traces on his face that until now has not lost its sharpness. A clear proof that he's still mad about something. However my heartbeat is more dominant so instead of staring back at him, I chose to avoid looking and just sighed. "First of all, I wasn't the first to talk. Second, what's the problem there and lastly what's your problem, are you on period?" I just asked. There the little smiles on my lips gradually disappeared.

The memory of his wife and three-year-old twin boys, taken from him in a senseless act of violence, still lingered, a wound that would never fully heal. Despite the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him, Raphael had managed to present a stoic exterior to the world, a façade that hid the true extent of his suffering. But I had seen beyond the mask, sensing the depth of his pain when I first approached him. And when I delved into his memories, the true extent of his anguish was revealed, leaving an indelible mark on my heart. In that moment, I knew that Raphael was the one, the Reaver who would hold a special place in my life.

In my previous life, Andrea's birthday ritual always included a swim, where she would glide through the water like a graceful mermaid, basking in admiring gazes, while I floundered awkwardly beside her, the overlooked sidekick. That fateful summer, relentless rains had turned the river into a monster. A flash flood roared in without warning, ripping us from the shore and hurling us into chaos. By a stroke of luck, a protruding branch caught my sleeve, halting my descent into the abyss. Andrea wasn't so fortunate. The current claimed her, and her lifeless body was recovered hours later. Devastated, my parents lunged at me, their fingers digging into my neck as they howled, "This is on you! Wh

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

Tears falling like an neverending waterfall from my eyes. I didn't have to mindlink my father, he already knewn she was gone by the snapping of the mate bond, letting him known she was dead. The screams I heard from my father that night were sounds you would never think a grown man could make. His screams mirroring that of a banshee, ear piercing cries rang through out the bathroom, bouncing off the silver tile walls.

I suddenly break down and sob my heart out. I cry for my rape. I cry for Thomas and all that he lost today. I cry for the friend that Michael had once been but is now no longer on this earth. I cry for Doug and the sad life that he must have had to live all these years. And finally, I cry for this world full of evil like Caroline. For all the girls who never got to live their lives. Thomas helps me get ready for bed and asks if I want him with me tonight or if I would rather him not stay. I know that he is just concerned that I would not want a male presence around me right now.