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Better still, Alpha Kieran could become my mate. And while Elias started to ramble on and on about himself, my eyes wandered off to where Kieran was. He stood out, amidst the crowd with everyone wanting to speak to him. Women swarmed around him and from the bottom of my heart, I felt jealous. Just if I could talk to him and touch him as freely as those daring women. I would at least make some progress with him… “Aurora!” Elias’ sharp voice cut into my ears again and I groaned slightly before turning to look at him.

***Keira's POV*** “Kiera, I have a secret to tell you. Promise you won't get mad.” Get mad, do I even have any reason to get mad? I'm just worried that all this was just too good to be true. “Let me hear it, though I can't promise to not get mad,” I said with a slight chuckle.

--- *Season 2: Chapter 1 — Human* Human world smelled wrong. No pine. No blood. No wolf. Just exhaust and fried food and 8 million people who didn’t know the Moon Goddess was sleeping in a car seat behind me. “Three weeks,” Kieran said. We were in a safehouse. If you could call it that. Two-bedroom apartment in Cleveland. Human city. Human name on the lease: _K. & A. Dragos_. Human.

Chapter 85 I realized that he had been speaking, and I hadn't been listening. "I'm sorry," I said, turning back to him. "I said, did you realize she's the spitting image of Belitria?" he repeated. "No," I replied. "I don't think I ever saw a picture of her. Are you sure?" "Yes, her portrait was in one of the books Nerrian had me read when I arrived. Trust me, she is the spitting image," he told me.

she says, “but it’s true. You have been amazing. “I appreciate you showing me this place, helping me, spending time with me. I appreciate you letting me get to know you better. It’s been wonderful. “But now, I have to go. I’m sorry, but I do.” Without another word, Kierra shifts into her wolf form and takes off into the forest. I watch her go, then I get on my motorcycle and I drive. I don’t know where I’m going. I just keep going fast and faster, trying to get her out of my head. I don’t need her. I don’t want her. I’ll find another woman who wants to be with me. It was just a crazy chemistry thing. I’ll forget all about her in time.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

“Dad said I would like you, but I already couldn't stand you the moment we met. Isn't that ironic?” “Mutual feelings, then. I guess it's better if we stay out of each other's way.” That was the deal. Kiera Hartley is the newly adopted daughter of the wealthy Cole family—a girl who learned long ago to bury her emotions and has completely lost the ability to cry. Liam Cole is the family's biological son—cynical, arrogant, and harboring a deep-seated hatred for women. They were supposed to be strangers living under the same roof. But everything changes when Liam makes a cruel bet with his friends: make the unshakeable new girl cry. To win, Liam must break through Kiera's wa

Until another shadow appeared. “Well, well,” Kiera’s voice sneered. She stepped inside, her eyes shining with malice. “Look at you. Sitting in the dirt like the rat you are. I always wished for this day to come. At least, Zade has come to his senses. You're nothing but filth. And you're right where you belong.” I didn’t move. “What do you want, Kiera? Are you here to mock me, to gloat? Trust me, it won't affect me one bit so save your energy.”

Kiera How was I supposed to navigate this? How long before this anonymous person used those books to destroy me, exposing everything to Alistair? "Calm down, Kiera, breathe," Elara whispered urgently, though her own voice was shaking. She closed her eyes, pressing her fingers to her temples. "Give me a moment. I can try to use my gift, just a faint trace of sensory magic to see if anyone nearby carries the residual energy of those pages or holds malicious intent toward you."

She’d seen too much. I walked calmly back to the edge of my bed and sat down, spine straight, fingers laced in my lap like a queen waiting for judgment. “So what are you going to do?” I asked flatly. “Run crying to your brother? Rat me out?” Kiera laughed a low, amused, dangerous sound that vibrated with contempt. “No,” she said, moving to the doorway, her hand brushing the frame. “I’m going to expose you for who you truly are.”