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I felt nothing for Jason a long time ago. Without love, what was there to hate? As soon as I finished speaking, I saw his expression change. His lips went pale, and sweat beaded on his forehead. I was just about to get up when my arms and legs went numb all at once. A numbing shock went through me, and the whole room started spinning. Jason's panicked shouting faded as everything faded to black. When I finally woke up, the first thing I saw was a cold white ceiling. The sharp smell of antiseptic stung my nose.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway of the suite. Her hair was wet from the rain outside. Her mascara had started to run. The phone in her hand, the phone with the photo of her and Marcus counting cash, was trembling like she was holding a live wire. "It is you," she whispered again. "You are supposed to be dead." Seraphina stood very still. Damien was between them. On his feet now, his whole body tense like he was about to intercept something coming fast.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

It would do me and my book a huge favour and will also allow me to hear your thoughts on the story. Speaking of story... Here is a breakdown of the series so far, what currently exists and what is to come! Currently Available: Book 1 - A Queen Among Alphas (completed and also available on paperback) Bite-Size Luna - A prequel spin-off to A Queen Among Alphas (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 2 - A Queen Among Snakes (completed and coming soon to paperback) Book 3 - A Queen Among Blood (completed and coming soon to paperback)

His eyes were lit with amusement as he catalogued each injury that he saw, enjoying my suffering. Game on, asshat. ----- This is a continuation of the original Fated series, so I do suggest reading those as well for the full context. This book is the first of the next generation books. The previous books are: - Fated Rejection – Fated Claim (Book 1) - Fated Soul – Fated Light (Book 2) - Fated Power – Fated Destiny (Book 3) The previous books in the Dark Moon series (Cross-over series) are:

Polly slept for hours and it was already dark outside when she was startled awake by a scream and smashing of things. She scrambled off the bed, hiding in a corner beside it. Her heart thudded against her chest as she tried to make sense of what’s happening. It took her a while to remember she’s in Jared’s room, in Blood Moon. And it was Jared thrashing the room, yelling every few minutes. She winced every time something gets broken. She was terrified, afraid of him, fearing for her life. She didn’t dare make a sound, biting her lip to keep herself quiet.

Chapter Seventy-Three The Weight of Secrets Stephanie's POV The world seemed to be muffled-off, like I was standing inside a bubble, cocooned away from any person. The soft thrum of Noah's space heater in the living room was the only thing really cutting through to me. It had all changed now, but it didn't feel really real. My fingers strayed absently across the edge of the coffee table, the wood beneath my fingertips cold and smooth. I tried to focus, but my mind began to wander to the mayhem of the past several days.

The fire swallowed everything—stone, steel, even sound—until all I could hear was the relentless thunder of the shard in my chest. My body shook as flames licked along my arms, spilling into the air like serpents freed from chains. For a heartbeat, I saw nothing but ruin stretched before me: Damian lying broken in the ash, Marcus’s blood staining the earth, Angela’s eyes dimming into silence. The shard promised victory if I gave it what it wanted, but every image of triumph was painted in the loss of those I loved most.