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My mother would have been horrified. But I thought she'd also understand. Because at the end of the day, she'd wanted me to survive. To find somewhere I could be myself without fear. And against all odds, I had. I was Shawn. Seventeen-year-old werewitch with plasma manipulation powers I didn't fully understand. Soon-to-be adopted son of legendary territorial war veterans. Future stepbrother to an alpha. Future uncle to three terrifyingly brilliant five-year-olds. Future member of a family that was chaotic and powerful and slightly insane and absolutely perfect.

Sharon would never let go of Carter. Thomas interrupted, "She is the Kalen heiress. She is doted on by John, the future heir of the Westin family, and she has Xavier as her protector. Without Carter, she's doing better than ever." His voice was gentle but emotionless, his dark eyes void of any warmth—like a robot. "If you were in her place, would you want to go back to a husband who doesn't care, a son who doesn't love you, and a mother-in-law who bullies you?"

“My cousins are socially inept, so I’ll introduce myself. Blake West.” The man at the end of the table had a halo of golden curls adorning his deeply tanned face. His eyes were the color of melted milk chocolate. “Nice to meet you, Blake. Explain the family affiliation, even though I’ll probably forget. Apparently pregnancy and childbirth has sucked out all my memory brain cells.” “My father, Darren West, is Kimi and Carolyn’s brother.” “Are you in the construction business?” “I help them out occasionally, but my main occupation is raising sheep.”

“What do you mean?” “My dear mommy, Matisa found out about what you tried to do. She knows everything. And since you couldn't do things right, she contacted Taylor to help her. Apparently, she wants nothing to do with her bastard daughter because I have a wolf. And being that Taylor is too far gone into his drug habits, he can’t shift for the life of him. Which makes him easily manipulated.” Tara says, making my eyes widen in shock. “What do you mean she knows everything?” I asked, feeling my heart leave my chest as I looked at her in shock.

"It would appear we have a problem. Somebody's been digging into my past—somebody close to Clyde." Eva's eyes went wide. "Who?" “I’m not sure yet,” Sharon admitted, her tone icy. “But whoever it is, they’re getting too close. We’ll need to accelerate our timeline.” Eva nodded, determination etched on her face. “Then let’s do it. No more waiting, no more second-guessing. It’s time to take what’s ours.” The Final Resolve Sharon placed a reassuring hand on her daughter's shoulder, her face set in a fierce expression. "We will pull this off, Eva. The West family has run this company for far too long. It's our time now."

If I could go back in time, I would still choose to go here in the city and do the favor Stella asked me six years ago. My family has always been worried that I would die because of what happened to my parents and siblings, but I, Tara Evans, always find reasons to live. My heart is weak, but my will is stronger. Papa would always tell me I was the strongest, and I would continue to be the strongest as long as the people around me needed me. Bree needed me, and the only reason I set that one month with Blake was that I thought he was married to Sadie. I thought of dying after a month because of the heartache of leaving my daughter to them.

She had missed him so much and had been a while she last heard from him. “ Pumpkin, you’ve grown so tall,” he said as she got off him. Christian was still trying to process his surroundings with a muffin in his hand. “ Thank you, wait is that Christian?” she asked noticing him for the first time in Neo’s arms. “ Yes, the one and only,” “ Hi, Christian, I am Tara your sister. Do you want to go play upstairs?” she asked the boy who nodded vigorously. Neo set him down and Tara took his little hands and their luggage as they headed upstairs.

In my previous life, I died trapped in their schemes. In this life, I would never fall for them again. After I left, my parents kept wailing behind me. From time to time, Mrs. Hale passed along updates. She said Liam refused to leave their home and treated it like his own, while my parents had become his live-in servants. Tara gave birth to another baby boy named Frankie Brooks, and that sealed my parents' and Sophie's fate. They couldn’t escape even if they wanted to.

With that, she stifled a yawn and added, "I also heard that the Moore family is one of the most powerful and influential families in this city. I know you're adopted, Ms. Moore, but I refuse to believe that they'd neglect to help cure you if you suffer from early-onset hearing impairment." Tara was so infuriated by Gwen's snarky comment that she immediately whipped her head around to stare at Joshua. "Joshua! Did you hear what she just said to me? Do something!" Joshua could not help chuckling when he saw how red Tara's face was from her anger. "She's just messing with you. Besides, she's Luna's friend, and I'm certainly in no place to reprimand her." With that, he glanced at the time and st

Despite knowing my parents and their love for me, I had never been to my original house since birth, and his death led me there first. Surprisingly, at the burial, no one but my mother recognized me, and I was introduced as Tara Marinda from Oxfall town. The large villa, painted in faint black on the outside and bright white inside, housed the prosperous Lyle family. Despite the war, their life was secure, having lasted over fifteen years.