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“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

She told Alexander about everything starting from her uncle's miserable mental health, the missing of Aunt Stella, the phone call she got with his number, her visit to the haunted house, the fakir's rescue, voices and growls of the monster which she often hears in her head. Alexander was speechless noting his 'would be' wife's mental health. He obviously did not believe in sorcery or black magic that Amara had talked about. No educated youth would believe in such sick practices. He decided to consult a psychitriast but was this entirely Amara's psychic sickness or indeed an evil power was looming around her? The growling voice he heard on the phone? Was it just an illusion?

He wondered if Harry had some kind of supernatural ability or if there was another explanation for the strange occurrence. Harry sighed in frustration and tried to suppress the pain. He covered one eye with his hand and then opened it again. Instantly, one of Harry's eyes glowed with a fiery yellow hue. He groaned and struck the restroom mirror, causing it to crack. Arlo was startled by the noise and made a sound, alerting Harry to the fact that he was not alone in the restroom. Harry turned and moved closer to Arlo, intending to investigate the source of the noise. However, Arlo reacted much quicker and without making a sound. He swiftly moved to another location just as Harry checked where

Finally, blinding light flashes out of Maeve’s body, blasting the darkness that took over the room, returning it to it’s normal bright state and as quickly as the wind began, it dissipates. Maeve looks down and I watch as Xander coughs. Maeve helps him to sit up and he looks at me, since I’m in his direct line of sight. “What happened?” he asks. “Bro, you just missed some serious Harry Potter shit.” I take a step toward him and then rush to catch Maeve as she passes out.

Frost asks. Crazy Harry shrugs, and his beard quivers with the motion. “Don’t rightly know. I’ve never seen it.” I thank Harry for his time, then we leave him sitting on the ground, smoking his joint while the ducks swim leisurely nearby. Malix falls into step beside me. “Are we seriously listening to the crazy guy?” “Yes, we’re listening to the crazy guy,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not all crazy people are crazy. Sometimes, they just know things they’re not supposed to know and other humans don’t believe them. You’re a supernatural creature. You should know that.”

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

“You did. But I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re afraid of.” “I wasn’t even aware,” she mumbled behind her hands. “I just remember feeling hot, heart racing, and then… blackout. I’m so embarrassed.” Harry leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips now. “If it helps… you were adorable. Like a kitten high on catnip.” “Oh my God, don’t compare me to a kitten,” Arabella groaned, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t even know why I acted that crazy.” “Grandpa’s potion is unpredictable,” Harry said, grabbing his coffee. “And you just drank it like it was tea.”

the old woman declared, with a commanding voice. A chill rushed through me as if something unseen had brushed against my skin. Goosebumps rose on my arms, and for a moment, it felt like a cold spirit had flew into my very bones. “No, no, no!” The deep, unfamiliar voice boomed around the area. My eyes widened in shock as I looked up to check where it was coming from. My heart sank, it was coming from Harry. “What do you mean by that, you monster?” the Pack Witch demanded. She stood her ground, locking eyes with Harry’s glowing red stare. His gaze burned with an unnatural intense and a twisted smirk curled his lips.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Harry asked, his voice low but sharp, demanding the truth. Alex swallowed hard, the lump in his throat making each word a struggle. He took a deep breath and recounted everything—the box, Logan’s transformation, the fire, the chaos, and Rafael’s terrifying fury. Every detail, every moment of uncontrolled power, he relayed with care, aware that Harry’s reaction would be crucial. Harry listened silently, his face darkening as each revelation sank in. His fists clenched briefly, a flash of fear and anger crossing his features, then subsiding under his usual calm authority.