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“You were born with something inside you. A flame that was dormant—sleeping. But it didn’t come from me. I only… woke it up.” Her breath caught. “You’re saying I’ve always had this?” she whispered. “The visions? The fire?” “In a way, yes. It was buried deep. Most people never awaken it. You would’ve lived your whole life never knowing—if it weren’t for what’s coming.” Evelynn’s skin prickled. “What is coming?” He walked slowly to a shelf, pulled down a tattered journal, and handed it to her. Inside were sketches. Of creatures. Of symbols. Of her.

She planned to travel through the Pacific Northwest, staying in intentional communities and learning from other women-centered spaces. “I need to stretch again,” she told Emma as they packed her things into the car. “So I can return more whole.” Emma hugged her tightly. “You always come back brighter.” “And you always hold it down.” Jules handed Emma a sealed envelope before she left. “Don’t open this until next month. Promise?” Emma nodded, tucking it away. “Promise.” As the month unfolded, more letters and emails came from readers. Some praised the book. Others shared their own stories of betrayal, of renewal, of rediscovery.

I looked at Jessica, she just smile, I frown I took my book and moved to Lukas' office. On reaching there I feel something going on in my body. I opened the door and I saw him sitting on his seat “ Shut the door behind you” I did so, as I turned he was beside me so that I couldn't escape. “ How are you feeling? “ He said looking at my neck “ Am fine, at least I didn't die in your hands” I frown “ I'm sorry for what happened this morning, I couldn't control myself.” I was shocked because Jess told me that Alpha doesn't apologize to anyone.

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

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I was terrified to walk down the aisle and wasn’t sure what to do but the Alpha had told me to approach and I knew I could not deny his command. Everyone was still standing now and smiling except the High Priestesses whose face was as red as Sarah's, the Red Priestess's hair at this point. She had tried a few more times to say something but the Alpha completely ignored her and smiled at the guests and me. As I walked it brought joy to my face to see so many of the priestesses' faces and all looked as though they were excited about the future. I wanted to be as excited as them but also knew it may not be the same for me. I was terrified of what was going to be unveiled and as Reese walked

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