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The betrayal, the horrible things those rogues did to me. The sound of their voices, smell, the awful feeling of their sweety dirty bodies crashing into mine. How they bite me over my mate mark. My arms, inner thighs, breasts, and how they laughed. Their groans and grunts. Everything would haunt me forever. I chose the second one. Now I’m a tall, dark beauty. My eyes are hazel brown, and my hair is almost black. I’m no longer naïve. No more will I be a fool. Never would anyone keep me in the dark. I’m Mallory, and I remember everything.

"Malakai—what is going on? Why is she—Alisa, what are you doing?" Security had arrived just outside the door, awaiting their boss’ orders. "Get her out of my house, Alisa," Malakai said. Anita spun towards him. "She's not well! She's exhausted! She only came to collect her things—" "She doesn't have a single belonging in my house," Malakai said flatly. "She obviously came here to set a trap." Anita froze. Maddison's head jerked up. "That's a lie!"

Intrigued and cautious, I pushed it open, revealing a scene that left me bewildered. There, lying on the couch amidst an array of guns, was Malia, fast asleep. Her delicate features were softened in repose, and her breathing was calm and steady. I couldn't help but feel a surge of both amazement and concern. How had she ended up here? The room was locked, and she couldn't have gained access without my knowledge. It seemed she had a knack for finding herself in unexpected places and at unexpected events. Stepping closer, I marveled at the sight before me. It was as if she had a magnetic pull, drawing me into her world of unpredictability. Her presence was a constant surprise, a spark of life

She was that one friend who stood by me when everyone else seemed to neglect my presence. "Morning, Malia," I replied, mirroring her warm smile. "Have you heard the latest news?" she asked as I shrugged, picking up the mop to start my daily chores. "What news, Malia?" I inquired, rolling my eyes playfully, eager to hear the gossip she was about to share. "Did you know one of the young masters left because his mate was wolfless!" Malia shouted, her excitement evident as she passed along the intriguing piece of information.

The First Kingdom was a place of blinding perfection, a world where the air tasted like honey and the silence was heavy enough to crush a man's ribs. Malachi moved through the Glass City like a smudge of ink on a clean canvas. Without his full shadow-magic, which was being suppressed by the sheer brilliance of the Well of Souls, he felt exposed—raw and dangerously mortal.

If I hadn't figured it out, I wouldn't have known there was a fourth person helping them out. I expected her to stumble across her words while trying to give me an excuse or explanation for the photos in front of me, but she didn't. Instead, Nova’s lips curled into a cruel smirk as she picked one of the photos and examined it with a smile as if it were a fond memory. “Took you love enough. You are so dumb, Mali. It was so easy to fool you.” Her cruel words crushed my heart. It felt like my heart had been ripped out of its place, and what was left was a big, gaping wound.

Elena froze, her hand still holding the ice pack. Hearing the words “Mrs. Sinclair” from her own daughter’s mouth stabbed at her heart like a knife. “We are your mother, Rose,” Elena said, her voice holding a mixture of irritation and suppressed pain. “And for the outsiders, we are Mrs. Sinclair.” A bitter smile appeared on Rose’s lips. “Mother…” She said the word as if it tasted sour. Memories began to flood her mind. When she was Reena Malhotra, she had read this novel.

I heard her sobbing and pulled her closer to me, unable to verbally comfort her lest my own feelings betrayed me. Author's note Only one more chapter to go unfortunately. I hope you have enjoyed the book thus far, I would really appreciate ratings, comments and likes for this book if you've enjoyed it! You can follow me on instagram for updates on my next book - a sequel to Malyshka. xx_jennlois_xx

I edge forward and slide my dainty hand into his huge paw. I sense Mal’s unease and say, “It’s okay, Mal. I’m here. Show me all your dreams and all the nightmares that plague you.” “Kaiya, I can’t. Not in one nap or even one night. It will take a long time,” Malleus replies in a voice as parched as the scorched earth beneath our feet. “No need to rush. Tell me about this one. What can you tell me?” “Nothing. This one is new.”

I couldn't make any features out, yet malice was radiating from the person like tangible waves. -Mara. - Tohr's voice echoed through my mind. -You need to get your friend and get out of there. Now. - -We're hurrying. - I told him, my eyes never leaving the cloaked figure. -You don't understand. You are in danger. - Tohr warned me. I mentally rolled my eyes at him. -What else is new? - -Mara, do not be flippant! - Tohr growled. -I have missed your growls, my mate. - I purred back to him.