Reclaiming Me Novels & Stories

“But first, you rise.” I nodded slowly. Damian Blackwood thought he had broken me. He thought grief had erased me, he thought power was ownership. He was wrong because I wasn’t a grieving mother anymore. I was a mother reclaiming her child. And nothing; nothing was going to stop me. Damian and Isabelle are going to pay for everything they put me through.

A chance to heal? Maybe this power wasn’t a curse after all. Maybe it was the only way through. What else was I capable of that the Moon hadn’t shown me yet? As if hearing my thoughts, Maximus stepped forward with Mirabelle. They both looked at me—expectant, but steady. “Shall we?” Maximus asked. Suddenly, it hit me. This was my responsibility. No one else could do it for me. I had to try to bring him back. Fix what was broken. Reconnect the halves of him that had splintered apart.

He smiled then—not wide, just completely real. As the overhead lights dimmed further and the heavy wooden chairs went up onto the tables, I took one last look around the empty room. This place hadn’t saved me, but it had waited. Tonight, standing behind the bar with steady hands and a clear head, I realized something important. Coming back wasn’t about reclaiming what I lost; it was about claiming what I’d earned.

Richard sighed, “Look, I know you’re angry… ” “Angry?” I cut him off, my voice low but sharp, “You think this is just anger?” I pushed back from my desk, standing. “I spent five years believing I had a family. Five years blaming myself for not being there, for missing out on their lives. I lived with that guilt every single day. And now? Now I find out that none of it was real?” I let out a slow breath, shaking my head, “No Richard. This isn’t anger, it’s retribution.”

Me. A stolen picture of me during the charity gala he once hosted. It was a mixed emotion. The longingness I felt — wanting to be her again. And a reminder in my eyes in the photo. The determination to reclaim my name and glory. That’s what I should have don eons ago. And now, nothing’s going to hold me back. Ting! I sighed in relief. “It’s done,” I said to myself, pulling the cord from my laptop. All the screenshots and images are in my possession. Should I keep his phone? Or destroy it? Well, that’s the least of my concern now.

Me three. ***

The gem seemed to pulsate with latent energy, begging to be let out. Luna felt a burst of energy rush through her veins as she held the crystal aloft. She closed her eyes and let the power pass through her, mingling with her magic and memories. Visions flashed before her eyes, shards of her long-buried and suppressed history. Luna's resolve stiffened as the memories returned. She watched the sorrow and suffering wreaked on those she had lost by Morgana and her rogue party. She saw the reality unfiltered by the machinations and lies that had clouded her mind.

"Moon Goddess, I, Callum, Alpha from the Darkmoon Pack, beg you to heal Emma. I love her so much. Please accept this as an offering from me." Suddenly, the moonlight turned so bright that it dazzled the eyes. .

A wave of regret washed over her as she wished she had never laid eyes on him in the first place. Maddie's mind wandered to when she was free, to roam and hunt. But those days were gone, and now she was trapped in this castle, forced to be the Alpha's mistress. Maddie felt a surge of determination and anger, she was not going to give up, she was going to fight for her freedom.

Leaving was her best chance to reclaim her life—a life not dictated by the complicated web of obligations and regrets that had followed her for far too long. She looked down at the wrist he held. For a moment, she couldn’t speak, struck by how strange it felt to see Dexter—usually so self-assured and proud—appearing so lost. Then she summoned a faint, sad smile and gently pulled her arm free. “I’m sorry,” she managed in a hushed voice, forcing herself not to look back as she continued toward the departure checkpoint.