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I felt like I betrayed my beloved. "I was so afraid, Rose. I thought you were going to die," one of Rose's sisters cried as she walked over to Rose and hugged her. "I am okay, Poppy. Don't cry," Rose said gently as she hugged her back and then she looked at her other sister and gestured for her to come over. The other girl walked over and hugged her. I noticed that all the sisters looked the same. The difference was Rose had green eyes and her sisters had blue eyes.

This is the AU version of Winter's Mate: Fated On Ice without the werewolf element! And it's book 3 of the Keepers Series—the other couples from books 1 and 2 will definitely make a cameo. I hope you like this book as much as I enjoy writing it :) I've been meaning to write a chaotic FMC, so this is it. *** 1 Rosie “You bloody cheating bastard!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, gripping Mia’s little hand tightly for support as I swallowed hard to hide my sheer nervousness.

And as soon as I do, the rest appear. All the Alphas, the most fearsome and powerful werewolves in this country standing there, calmly waiting for the last two chairs to be filled. The surreal calmness donesn't leave me even when I see Rose appearing out of nowhere, in a long, silver gown with a small crown of stars on her forehead. Nor when she takes her place on one of the seats. Or when the rogue, Damon sits next to her like they belong together. I suppose the Moon Goddess, who stands quietly behind Rose's chair has much to do with the fact that my heart is not breaking when she reaches out, taking his hand before she addresses everyone.

Ray asked, her brows furrowing with confusion. “I’m Rosie, and I’m a simp for Ace Salvatore,” she said, flipping her hair with a nonchalant air. Oh.. Okay. A fangirl. “Where did this happen? What village?” I asked, my voice tinged with urgency. “Some say Russia, some say America, but according to my research...” She paused dramatically, checking her phone. My heartbeat quickened, and a nauseous wave rolled through my stomach. Please, don’t let it be...

Chapter 9 Sean watched Rose deal with each shopkeep, owner and staff at all 6 of the 7 places on her little list. If he hadn’t already been bedazzled by her, he would have after today. Rose stood up to the short, elderly gentleman that owned the shop containing the food containers, cutlery and linens she had ordered. When he suggested that Sean should be the contact for the account instead of putting too much stress on a poor delicate flower such as her… Sean thought she’d box his ears for sure. He wasn’t disappointed! That “delicate flower” went up one side of him and down the other, ha! She had him asking whether he should sit or stand by the conclusion of the visit. He was so apologetic,

com/eustoma_reyna I****T: https://www.i****t.com/eustoma_reyna P.S. This book is ending soon with only a few chapters left. I know the story went through a drastic change in plot, and I sincerely apologize for that. Something unexpected happened in my real life, and because of it, I had to step back from writing and romanticizing werewolves. Honestly, I struggled a lot since last year and kept contemplating whether I should just drop this book entirely. However, I felt bad doing so because I’m not used to abandoning stories I already started.