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I said quickly, placing my hand over hers. She opened her eyes and looked at me. “I don’t mind talking about this,” she assured me. “It happened so long ago.” I nodded, waiting for her to continue. “He would beat me daily and my wounds would heal because I was immortal. He made me have sex with humans and he would be hiding in the corner. Once they were in their most vulnerable states, he would attack them and kill them, drinking all their blood. It was painful to watch him sucking the blood of others because of the bond, it felt like he was cheating on me. It took a huge toll on my body and daily I felt like I wanted to die….”

Everything is slowing falling apart, and I’ve resorted to making a deal with an immortal to make it better. “Well, I’ll do the dirty work, and kill Ren when he wakes up in this body. I somehow doubt you want to be the one to kill your own mates mother,” Fate says solemnly, clearly suggesting he doesn’t want the job either. I cast a glance down at the body lying in front of me, cold and now dead. As hard as death is to overcome, I know there is a good chance she is now in Death’s realm to decide whether she wants to be an immortal or not. Chase will see her again, and so will I, but none of us wanted this. At least that’s what I thought.

he said seriously as I was just confused, here I am again, so slow to understand everything. "And who is that? What's the book of immortality?" I asked. He smiled as he looked at me. "It's Freeda, she's the key to mending the broken relationship between the vampire and the werewolves. She will fulfill the book of the beauty of immortality," he said then looked at the dark sky, there was a bright star, it was the Polaris. "The destiny is written in the book and no one can change it," he also added which made me more confused. Book? What the hell is he talking about?

I just want to get away for a while. The wind is strong and the hem of my dress is blowing away. The air felt good and seemed to take my thoughts away. I let out several heavy breaths. I should not think that I am affected. First, I'm not Elena and I don't belong in their world, so why should I affect the picture I saw? What now if we have the same face? I am not Elena Blanca Ceres. I'm Alessia Andromeda Condor, that's different. I am a human and he is an immortal.

“Yes, I did say that.” Sin intertwines our hands, and leads me closer to the horses. “Today, I will show the entire Kingdom to you.” “It was about damn time.” I speak, playfully, pulling a chuckle out of my King. “Okay, you are still feisty. I see.” “Oh, come on, you will die from boredom without my attitude.” “But I am immortal. I cannot die.” That makes the smile on my face wash off. Realization seeps into me. I am married to an immortal. I am mortal. I’ll die, and he’ll still live.

he breathes. I close my eyes. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Everything is going wrong. Alden surely hates me. Cal is out there somewhere. Someone in my head wants me dead. I’m apparently an immortal. And you have two immortals in your head who won’t get out.” He brushes closer, until his shoulder is pressed against mine. “Faye, it’s okay. You have me, your mate. I will make sure that nothing bad happens to you. Never.”

I showered and my dad Drax knocked on the door, I came outside and he saw Vasa on the bed and he smiled, "I won't argue tonight." He pulled me into a hug saying," I was so worried," and I said, "I am immortal, remember?" He said, "I know but keep that a secret, not all of our kids are immortal, so not knowing which one plays to our advantage," and I smiled. Drax was right, I was only immortal because my dad Ryker was mated to him which transferred the immortal gene to me, my other siblings before the mating wouldn't be immortal except for my older and little sister. I had on a joggers and T-shirt because I didn't want to give Vasa the wrong idea although I preferred sleeping without a shirt

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

I mutter, digging my hands into my hair. Maybe I am overreacting. After everything that has happened, I’ve finally snapped. At the mental hospital, no one believed me, and even Della, my own sister thinks I’m crazy. I’m tied to a curse that is going to turn me into an immortal as powerful as Thought, and now, I have another immortal dragging me into a desert with no escape. Fate steps forward, placing his hands on my shoulders. “I’m done. Do what you want with your mate. Love him or not, I no longer am seeking what I was back then. You’re free from all your commitments to me.”