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Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha (Book 1) Marked By The Shadowed Alpha (Book 2) 🌹 ONCE, HE BEGGED FOR HER LOVE. NOW IN THIS LIFE, SHE BEGS FOR HIS 🌹 Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella). My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

Vaughn’s dark gaze burned. And then A sharp pulse of dark magic split the air. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s body twisted beneath her hands. His amber eyes gleamed beneath the moonlight. The ground beneath their feet pulsed violently. Cold magic twisted through the dirt sharp and unnatural. The rival’s claws shot toward Lyla’s ribs. Lyla’s body twisted beneath the strike But the rival’s claws caught her side. Lyla’s breath hitched. Blood sprayed across the ground. The rival’s amber gaze burned.

I really wanted to meet his sister. “I found a new book for you,” Nicolais interrupted. My gaze shifted to him, and I saw a new expression—one I hadn’t seen before. Jealousy. Was he jealous of my conversation with Sicca? “It’s right there,” he said, pointing beside my plate, where a sky-blue book lay quiet and waiting. “It’s fiction.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled at him as I picked up the book. “What’s it about?” “It’s a fairytale,” he explained, “I figured you might like that.”

After quite some time, I’ve received a reply so my smile was so big and bright. Grant: Yes, I’m already sleeping by now. I smiled even more and slightly laugh at his playful remark. Me: Will you go to school tomorrow? Grant: Yes, Good night. Me: Goodnight, Grant. Sweet dreams… I shook my head as I turn off my phone. I also turned off the lights and covered myself with the comforter. I remember the guy a while ago. Am I going to tell Mama about it? What if he’s a bad person and killed me? At least Mama would have a clue as to who’s my murderer.

My jaw unhinges, fangs bursting through my gums as my wolf demands control. A sudden, blinding crack of thunder shakes the room. A gale-force wind slams into my chest, lifting my boots clean off the ground. It is not nature. It is Novalee. Her eyes glow white, her hands extended as she pins every single lycan in the room against the high ceiling. "Khadija, check Betty right now!" Novalee screams over the roaring wind.

I lay awake in my bed, staring up at the dark wooden rafters. My mind raced with images of Mateo’s cowardice, the ancient marriage contract in the attic, and Victor’s terrifying presence down the hall in our guest room. I couldn't sleep knowing a wolf was sleeping under the same roof as my family. Driven by a desperate, reckless need to find proof, I slipped out of bed at midnight. I didn't light a candle. I crept barefoot across the cold floorboards, keeping my back pressed against the hallway wall as I made my way toward the guest room at the end of the corridor. The door to the guest room was slightly ajar, a sliver of faint moonlight spilling out onto the floor. I held my breath, peering

- I asked, pointing to the stranger, although not sure if a nerd like Luna would know, especially that I saw this boy at school for the first time and everyone was looking at him with curiosity, so he had to be new, too, just like me. - Hmmm...- Luna thought for a moment.- He's probably this new guy that goes to the last grade. This boy is said to be 19 years old, but for a year or two he did not go to school at all, but was in New Zealand, I think he was looking after someone from the family. He recently moved to Italy and his name is Oliver Blythe, if I remember correctly. His mother was from Italy and his father was from England, which is why he looks so exotic. They say that Oliver lives

Because he is patient He is kind He does not envy He is... VIƬƬӨЯIӨ ƧƬΛПZӨᄂIӨ Past- July 22nd, 2032 Johnny, Jessie, and I all entered The Blazing Lights. The Blazing Lights is one of the biggest clubs there is on the earth. So, it was going to be more fun than all the other times we went out clubbing. The first thing I see once entering the club is the sweating bodies dancing to loud, bass-filled music. The bright, blinding, strobe lights illuminate the otherwise pitch-black club. I guess that’s why they call it The Blazing Lights.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated: