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The edges of the book were worn, and the title was nearly faded. He pulled it out carefully and opened it. He turned through the pages slowly as he searched for anything about red forests or moons. Moments later, he stopped. On one page, there was a drawing of a forest filled with red trees, and just above it, he saw the words, 'The Forest of the Chosen.' His heart skipped a beat as he read the text below. 'Only the Chosen ones will see the red forest in their dreams. The burning moon marks the awakening of their true power. If they are not guided, the power may destroy them."

she whispered, voice shaking. Gabriel’s head jerked toward them. All three froze. His face—if it could still be called a face—was stretched, hollowed, eyes completely black. His mouth moved without sound at first—just trembling, just gaping— Then a whisper scraped out: “Chosen…” Emily’s blood turned cold. Gabriel’s body lurched forward, dragging itself across the floor. Shadows leaked behind him like viscera, leaving a dark trail. Adrian rose, pushing Emily behind him again. “Stay back, Emily.”

This also explained why Don had gone all crazy wolf on her when she had lashed out at Arie. “So if I’m just another Chosen, why did they come after me?”Another long pause consumed the room until Don eventually replied, “It’s complicated. You’re not only a Chosen.” His gaze swung toward me and then back to Vanessa. “You are also a Celestial.” Vanessa sighed. “And…what is a Celestial?”

“You’re assuming love must choose between people.” The Reader’s expression hardened. “Then prove me wrong.” Seraphina looked at Sophia. Sophia looked at Lucien. Lucien nodded. “Together.” They joined hands. Noah. Death. The Devil King. Adrian. Elias. Eve. Everyone joined them. The Reader stared. “What are you doing?” Sophia smiled. “Choosing everyone.” The Choice That Broke the Book Seraphina raised her hand. The golden light returned. “I choose my mother.”

"What's wrong with doing that now?" Giselle shot me a resentful look before bursting into tears. "Do you want me to suffer with you for the rest of my life?" she sobbed. "Can't I choose a better life?" It was clear now—she was admitting to her relationship with Kevin. All my years of care had been nothing but an illusion. In her eyes, I was just someone to suffer with, not a partner to share joy with. Did she even realize what kind of life I had given her? The clothes she wore were custom-designed by top designers hired by my foster parents, and the meals she ate were at exclusive, private restaurants. Was that really "suffering"?

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“The longer... our sense of dominance will get worse, the more you reject us… my wolf will flare up more and more… he will do it his way, you know what that means? He will bite you right away and do it with you without your permission, he is strong ... very strong, you will not be able to hold him back, right now I seduce you ... ask your permission to be my mate, I asked permission to bite your neck and make love to you, when all my efforts failed, Cain's going to do both ways. He will do what he thinks is his right. I know this is crazy, but… that's the truth." "So you're saying if you don't get me and my body.. your way, your wolf will take me no matter what… including biting me and rapi

“Where’s Clara? What happened to Clara?” Bella leaned out from behind her mom and looked into the basement. She called softly, “Clara?” No one answered. The basement was dark. Only a thin strip of moonlight came through the doorway. It fell onto the pile of hay, lighting up a curled, motionless figure. My body. It lay curled in the hay, like a small, abandoned animal. The hay covered most of my face, leaving only a patch of grayish skin exposed. My eyes were tightly shut. My lips were bluish-purple, like frozen meat.

"Anyways, let me get to the point of my visit. Mum, you have to choose one of the two. You are suffering and, along with you dad and Harold are also suffering. Dad hasn't genuinely smiled since this has happened. He tries to hide it from me, but I can hear him cry in the evenings when he goes to bed. He misses you so much it's hurting him. I am truly sorry to do this, but I have to ask you, do you want Harold or dad? You don't have to answer now, but you will have to soon. As soon as possible so we can end the suffering of all three of you. Please mum." I had started crying at the last part because I was literally begging her at the moment to choose. I'm not dumb. I know that one of the two

“I refuse to allow this to be our end.” Kael nodded quickly, his obsequiousness dulling the tip of my temper, but only a little. My pack had been weakened, yes, but not annihilated. The ones who fell had been too weak to bear the vision I held for our future. The ones who stayed—Kael, Mara, and those others—they were my chosen wolves, the seed of which would be the next generation. I drove us deeper, deeper into the wild, out of the eyes and reach of the Ashford Pack. The trees closed around us, the canopy overhead swallowing the moonlight. Like the very ground beneath us conspired to consume us, erase us from the face of existence.