The Awakened Woman Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If someone writes a book about how a woman's mind works the first chapter should state why woman believe that love from two different worlds could actually work. I lean back my head resting it on the edge of the couch keeping my gaze on the woman asleep with her legs thrown over mine. She had a life of her own before I intervened. She looks so peaceful in her sleep not a worry about the monsters chasing her... or the one who actually have her in his possession. I let her legs fall onto the couch when I stand up looking over her turn for a second, but she doesn't wake. She mumble something about office buildings and apartments before snuggling up into a fetus position and sigh loudly.

So she picked it up finally and looked keenly at the white hardcover. "The Self Developed Woman." "Hmm…" Alethia expressed as she nodded lightly. She reckoned that the book could be a great read if only she could pour her heart into it. But while she loved to write, she hardly wrote, and she wasn't a fan of reading. Alethia opened the book anyway. The first page was the title page, so she opened it quickly and read the acknowledgment. She'd opened the next page when she felt something drop on her lap. So she raised the book and peeped under it.

I had not known I could feel such power in surrender. That, too, frightened me. For I had liked it. More than liked it. I had felt… awakened. As though some quiet chamber within me had been unlocked, and light had poured into spaces I had not known existed. I had not felt small. I had not felt used. I had felt alive. Womanly in a way that had nothing to do with gowns or decorum. And that was perhaps the most dangerous thing of all. Roman stirred behind me. “Edith?”

I wasn’t just an Alpha’s discarded mate. I was something more. Something long forgotten. Something dangerous. I inhaled sharply. “What do I have to do?” The woman’s gaze didn’t waver. Choose. The word echoed through the space. I clenched my fists. “Choose what?” Her lips curled into a knowing smile. To awaken what sleeps within you. My pulse thundered. I had known this moment was coming. I had felt it in my dreams. In my blood. But now that I stood on the edge of it—I hesitated.

It was as if I was beginning to understand something about myself that I had never known before. “What did you do to me?” I asked, my voice trembling with a mixture of fear and awe. The woman’s eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of approval in them. “You’re awakening,” she said softly, her voice now gentle, almost coaxing. “The power within you is coming to life. You’ve always had it—we’ve always had it—but you never knew how to unlock it. That’s where I come in.”

She whispered into the silence, “Goodbye.” Eva touched her hand, grounding her. “He chose to disappear. We choose to stay.” *** That evening, the villa gathered around the hearth. The children insisted on reading from Eva’s manuscript—her book, titled Hidden Vows. She stood with her small frame lit by the glow of the fire, her voice weaving words into the night: “Once there was a woman who forgot herself, but she found herself again in the eyes of her daughters. She was not the same as before—she was more. She was every version of herself, broken and remade. And in that truth, she was free.”

“What do you want?” “Just to know exactly what you know.” The cloaked figure shrugged as she pushed off the hood covering her head. “Hey lady, I told the police everything.” Blaze snapped. “I don’t even remember much anymore.” “Don’t worry.” The woman said with utter nonchalance. “You don’t need to speak at all.” With those weird words, the woman pushed Blaze into the chair in the cell, and then reached out to touch his neck with a finger. “What did you do to me?” Blaze gasped. “I can’t move my limbs.” With the exception of his head, he couldn’t move any part of his body.

I couldn't wait for the day when her werewolf powers would manifest, when she would truly come into her own as a strong and powerful wolf. Ana's P.O.V I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled deep in my gut after visiting the psychic with my husband, Richard. We took our daughter, Daciana, to see the wise old woman just to get a glimpse of what the future held for our little girl. But what we found out was far from anything we could have ever imagined.

Because when I rose again, I would not be the broken omega he cast aside. I would be something else entirely. And the Alpha who celebrated my exile would learn exactly what it meant to awaken the power of a woman he should never have underestimated.