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Mala asks, and I flinch, unable to look her in the eye. I set the mug down on the nightstand, next to the phone. My voice drops to a whisper as I pour my heart out to Mala “I don’t know if this is the right word, but… there were moments with him in that villa that felt real to me like we were a couple inlove. And that’s the part I can’t stop replaying in my head, not the fights, not the way he kept me there, but the way he made me feel like I was the only person in his world.” Mala was silent for a long moment, then she sighs. “That’s how people like him work, they give you just enough to make you doubt your own anger, to make you think maybe you’re the one who’s wrong for leaving, he has yo

I said and shook my head. "And she's very emotional," Tae added before taking a sip of water. "I can see that, Tae." I said and rubbed the back of my head, "I don't know what I can do to make this any better." That was a lie; I knew what I could do. I just didn't want to do it; I didn't want to get close to our pup. I knew the fate it had, and I didn't want to get my hopes up like Maliya had and watch them shatter. But I missed my mate, and I missed the small kicks, and I wanted my hopes to get up. Because the baby was healthy, and maybe just maybe it could beat the wolfhaze's ass. Maliya was a descendant of the Great Alpha, and Aero's fur was pure white. We were strong, probably stronger th

Me: I made pasta for dinner and almost burned it because I got distracted Daemon: Distracted by what? Me: Homework. Very riveting stuff. Daemon: I don't believe you. Nobody gets that distracted by homework. Me: Fine. I was thinking about other things. Daemon: What kind of things? Me: Wouldn't you like to know Daemon: I would, actually. You're an interesting person, Maliya Santos. We texted back and forth for over an hour. About nothing important—his work, my classes, books we'd read, movies we wanted to see. He asked questions but never pried. Shared opinions but never pushed.

“That idiot could annoy me, but my anger wouldn’t last even if I wanted it to. Your moon goddess is such a bitch.” “Hey, the moon goddess loves peace,” Malik countered. There was a smile in his voice. “You can’t keep grudges if all you’re thinking about is fucking or making your mate happy. At least now you know why you’re more attracted to Waylen Parker.” “More attracted?” I shrieked. Malik nodded. “I know you’re more attracted to him. It’s another thing he has over me.” “Hey,” I said. My breath fanned his face. “Don’t say that.”

“Wh— why?” Melanie took a deep breath. She placed her hands in her lap. “The story goes to the time when Tova was just eleven years old. I wasn’t even born.” Her eyes narrowed as if she was staring in a blank space. “A witch named Magda, seduced my father to the extent that it became impossible for him to come out of her spell.” Melanie exhaled heavily. “Magda was so infatuated and fixated on my father that she was least bothered that my mother was suffering because of it. She was a selfish woman. My parents are mates and you can’t understand what it is to suffer when your mate is on the verge of rejecting you.”

Anyone who would patronize the purchasing of items forcibly taken from hunted creatures would also receive retribution from my army with no questions and objections from the League. “I know, Mal. But they will surely tell us we’re being barbaric and cruel.” Zuleika snorted softly. “Since when did you care about what they would think or say about us?” “Since Gallahan met his Willa,” Maliya answered with a light snicker. My jaw tensed as I gritted my teeth in annoyance. “Can you drop it? She is not-” “Is she really not?” Maliya lifted a neat and perfectly shaped brow. Then an irritatingly bright grin lit up on her face as she said, “You’re right! She’s not. She didn’t complete your bond and le

MAX'S POV I didn't like what I heard from Malia at all. True, Amaya and I do have constant communication to make our relationship work but it looks like it wasn't enough. Amaya needs the physical me beside her. The one that should be comforting her or supporting her with the rape case. But no, it was someone else who is with her right now. That fucking Hugo is ruining my chance in this relationship!

I thought I was used to their harsh words and their belittling stares but I was wrong because you are can never get used to evil unless you are evil. Hi, rude of me to not have introduced myself. My name is Malia Anderson and this is my story. I am a living Cinderella with no prince in sight. I am not going to bore you with the details of my life or that of my parents, which everyone says died a miserable death and of which I would not be an exception. You see I wasn’t born like others. I am different. I was born weak. I am an Omega and here, being an Omega doesn’t count you as being part of the living. I still do not understand why I have to go through hell all because of my wolf nature,

But that didn't mean it wouldn't cause them pain. The drops of water, infused with wolfsbane, landed on Celeste's fur. And immediately, it was like a thousand tiny needles pricking her skin, setting fire to every single hair follicle. Those droplets felt less like water and more like minuscule fiery daggers, searing her body. Her legs turned to jelly, threatening to buckle beneath her weight. But she gritted her teeth, her survival instincts pushing her to keep forging ahead.

Was the Wolves' reputation as a refuge for those seeking belonging truly just a façade? As the silence extended between them, Malia's jaw tightened. "It was the White Roses that did me in," she said, her voice firm yet soft. "My parents were power-hungry and ruthless. They treated me like a pawn and arranged a marriage for me when I was just sixteen. I hated the idea so much that I spat in that guy's face when he tried to come near me. To punish me for my defiance, they sold me to him instead. At sixteen, I was nothing but an object to those monsters."