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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.

With Blake by my side, I know I can renounce my pack and start a new chapter in my life, one filled with love, trust, and endless possibilities. When the movie is over, I look at Blake, letting him know I'm ready. He holds me tight as I say the words, “I, Amara Reynolds, break all ties and tethers to the Munnin pack, their Alpha Victor, and Luna Angelina. Along with any alpha or luna there after.” A pain surges through my body. I feel Blake still holding me, but the pain is so great I pass out.

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.

“The one most of us have given up hope on or have long forgotten. The prophecy foretold a Luna that will save us all from our damnation, blah blah. It was foretold that a female will be born of purest blood and form, she will be the guidance blessed upon us to lead us back home where we shall seek redemption for all eternity… just, in another realm than this one, I suppose.” There is a heavy silence between the three of them that hangs in the air like a blanket. Niklas isn’t much of a talker. “What nonsense did you just spew?” Harbin speaks first. “That isn’t what the scriptures and texts say at all.” “As a ranked member and Kai being royalty, we received different education. I’m sure whatev

"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.

Hello my friends! I apologize for not updating this week. There were some unexpected, yet happy changes in my family and I've been with my family out of town celebrating. This time off is also helping me get my outlines for the final arc of Forsaken Mate. That's right, we are nearing the end of this story. I want to go out with a bang and make sure it is interesting for you all. I really appreciate all the support you've given me for my first GoodNovel story. I'll be sure to make a proper thank you at the end!!

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.

“We don’t have time for this family reunion bullshit. Those golden-eyed freaks are still coming. If the Forsaken are here, Michelle is using them as cleanup crew to finish off whoever survives.” The lead Forsaken took another step closer. I wonder how it had so many scars on its body. Who or what had it been fighting?. “Choose, Kade Thorn. Side with your blood. Or die with these broken wolves you call a pack. We offer power, real power. Not the collars and drugs of false gods.”