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Then I recalled I didn't get the stranger's number. Then my face beamed with a smile at the thought of the power of social media platforms. I assumed every young person engages themselves on famous social sites like F******k, I*******m, and Twitter so it would be easy finding Jerry. After showering, I picked up my phone ready to start my search. My interest in knowing the handsome, polite, and generous stranger took a hit on me. While drying my hair, I started my search for Jerry. Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing.

He never cared—not even when I was his fiancée. After that I avoided his places, his scent, his shadow. But now? I wasn’t his Luna-to-be. I wasn’t his anything. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would. No Alpha could stop me. At my nod, the girls smiled. Lipsticks clicked open. They weren’t creating someone new. They were bringing back the girl I was—before Caleb Grayson. I barely recognized the she-wolf in the mirror—strapless gown, smoky eyes, lips painted in a shade I had never dared wear.

Looking over her shoulder she sees the desperate and determined look in Kai’s eyes and already knows what is coming next but doesn’t have the time to stop it before he is kneeling in front of her. “Kai Pendersen, son of Erik and Farah Pendersen, swears a promise to the gods as goes; I promise you, Serenia Hansen, to be a man you will forever be able to depend on. I promise to offer a life of hope and light to last the eternity of our time together and after,” he pauses and releases her wrist to grasp her hand, standing up to loom over her with his large figure and overwhelming aura of yellow and orange, mixed feelings of joy and determination. Feeling like he is looking into the depths of hi

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

Damon weakly responded. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Theron added. "She is not my mate. She isn't meant for me," Damon echoed. "I reject her as my mate." "I reject..." "Say it, Damon! I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" "I reject her as my mate!" Mr. Theron repeated the phrase three times, and Damon dutifully responded, parroting everything Mr. Theron had said. Immediately following the rejection, Damon's head fell backward as he lost consciousness. Simultaneously, a loud cry resonated from beyond the library walls, causing Theron and King Talos to exchange glances.

The attire covers almost my entire body. I took a deep breath, then unbuttoned the front of my shirt. One by one they were all open, then I took them all off until they fell to the floor. There, I was surprised by something I didn't expect. My breathing became heavier as I groped my right chest. “How come there's… nothing? There's nothing. I don't have the mark...?" **This is the end of Season 1 of The Forsaken Luna's Burning Love. Thank you for riding this story together. Hope you all enjoy it to the fullest. Look forward to the continuation of their story in the next season.**

Watching him bruised and swollen gave me a grim sense of satisfaction. After Tara passed away, I decided to cremate her and bury her ashes to rest. Tears slipped down my face. 'I'm sorry, Tara. I brought you into this world but couldn't give you a healthy body. You suffered so much pain. I hope you'll be happy and healthy in your next life.' With a heavy heart, I turned to leave, but I saw a familiar figure. Nicky stood there in a wrinkled black suit, her eyes bloodshot and face haggard. It was clear she hadn't been well, though that did not concern me. It was, in fact, somewhat satisfying.

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I recalled the look in their eyes, which was nothing like the warmth they held in those moments of happiness I’d awoken longing for. The agony builds to a tipping point against the desperate need to see them, the softness that had briefly formed hardening back into a shield. I need a moment to reconsider, but then the entire screen shines with light. The tool demands for a choice to be made, for the cowardice to be relinquished by a certain power I just don’t possess.

Next to Draya. He was half dressed—getting ready for one of his many workout sessions, looking good as hell, but I wasn't happy to see him at all. “What time is the party?” He sat in the chair next to my bed to put his shoes on. Didn’t ask how I was doing, if there was anything wrong. Nothing. But knowing him, I sensed the attitude in his voice and knew to ask what his problem was. “What’s wrong with you?” “I’m sick of playing nice with that man,” he said. “You lucky I love you, cause I wouldn’t be here right now. And then he asks if he can turn my fucking engagement party into some bullshit attention grab for some bullshit campaign.”