Novel & Cerita Regina Rena To The Unforgiven

Please, give me a second chance. -- My eyes fluttered open as my consciousness was back. I found it bright, which made them back close. But I tried again as I felt warmth over my body. Was this heaven? 'Wake up, silly girl.' I frowned at the strange voice in my head. Whose voice was that? I had never heard of it before. 'I'm Fiona, your wolf. I'm awakened as you were to be reborn.' Me? Reborn? What did that mean? 'We're literally reborn, Hannah. Goddess gave us a second chance.'

The moment I would be marked, claimed, and tied to Victor forever. The elder stepped forward, holding the ceremonial dagger. “Victor of the Silverclaw pack, do you accept Luna as your mate and future Luna of this pack?” “I do,” Victor replied, his voice steady. “And Luna, do you accept Victor as your mate and Beta?” My throat tightened. For a brief moment, I thought about saying no, about running out of this ballroom and disappearing into the woods. But I couldn’t. My father’s stern gaze bore into me, a silent reminder of my duty.

"We are rising. And nothing will break us." As the night deepened, I finally allowed myself to relax, to rest and to plan. The Blakes could scheme. Nathaniel could fume. Mrs. Blake could imagine a thousand ways to claw back control. But I would not flinch. I had faced them before, and I would face them again. Not with fear, not with apology and certainly not with shame. I am Isla Hart. Sophie’s mother. A woman who had clawed back her life from the edges of despair. And I would continue to rise.

When I finally stood back on my feet, she looked at me and said: “Now remember the price for your salvation and saving the life of your mate is to forgive and save your father. I am not asking you to forget but to forgive. I am aware that you are not fond of the idea, to say the least, but this is the only way to get things back on track and to right the wrongs. Do trust me. I have been looking at so many different options for a long time, but this option is the only one possible. Your father had reasons for doing what he did in the past. I am not trying to justify his actions, but he will also get the rightful punishment for what he did. Your role is not to punish him but to forgive him and

“You’re a joke, Anna. Deep down, you know we were never meant to be! You tricked me, used that pregnancy to trap me, and forced a child that isn’t even mine onto me—just so you could become Luna!” Anna’s chest tightened as tears welled in her eyes. Her voice trembled, barely more than a whisper. “I trapped you? Adam is your son.” “Enough!” he bellowed. “In my bloodline, it’s impossible for….” Disdain twisted across Logan's face as he sneered. “He’s not mine, and you? You’re not even worthy of being my Luna! Just look at yourself.” His gaze raked over her with pure contempt. "Look at you," Logan sneered, his lips curling. "Pathetic. You’ve let yourself go, Anna. Every time I see you, I wonder

"We're almost through." I glanced back at them and felt a chill as I saw the curses’ form. It was resisting the ritual and sending more shadows to come and help it. One of them slipped past me, heading straight for Zel. Regina was there. She used her blade to cut down the figure before it could reach Zel. I exhaled in relief. “We can’t keep this up forever. We need to finish this," Regina said as fought off another shadow. “I’m almost there. Just a little longer!” Zel shouted back. “

Angela, who saw that, was immediately frightened, but before Fergus' hands reached Angela, Regan had positioned his body in front of Angela, as had Ansel, who had positioned his body in front of Regan by brandishing his gun. "You will die if you keep struggling, Mr. Fergus," Ansel called out emphatically. Angela stared at Regan's tall and well-built body in front of her; even Regan's hand was still holding hers. Everything Regan did for Angela moved her deeply. Until the shadow of his dream returns. Regan's body was bound and burned. Angela couldn't stop herself from imagining her dream coming true. Regan turned to face him as Fergus, who had been led away by several cops, left the courtroom

They had known for a hundred years that someone named Eleanor would come, would hide, would hear her name called from the well. Thomas stepped forward from the circle. "We told you about the return," he said softly. "We didn't tell you what returns. It's not a thing, Miss Cross. It's a person." He paused. "It's you." Eleanor tried to run, but her legs would not move. The voice from the well spoke again, louder now. "Eleanor Cross, born 1995, died never. You have been expected since 1923. Come home."

"I'm filing a case. On the night of August 15th, Roxanne Walker and Liana Johnson were speeding on their motorcycle when they hit my son and killed him. And I'm sure they were drunk driving!" Trevor's face went as pale as a ghost. He jabbed a finger at me, his voice flustered and tense. "Whitney! Are you crazy? You're about to ruin the lives of two people! They're only 18, and their future's ahead of them!" "Ruin their lives?" I laughed as if I'd just heard the biggest joke in my life. "Trevor, get this—they ruined Cyril's life and mine! You don't get to forgive them on my behalf. I'll never forgive them. Not in a million years!"

"This is all my fault. I didn't fix the door and stayed away from home for many days. She was only awake that night because we were arguing!" He broke down in tears. The mistakes he'd made had led to my death. After the court trial, Gideon sold the apartment. He brought my ashes away from the Titanus region and returned to my hometown. He wanted to keep the promise he'd made before Mom—he would remain unmarried for life and care for her on my behalf.