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“How are you feeling?” “Like I’m losing my mind,” I said. “What did you put in that tea?” Her brows lifted. “Nothing unusual.” She stepped closer, studying my face. “Your pupils are dilated. And your scent is different.” She stopped. “It’s happening,” she said quietly. “The awakening.” “The what?” “I hoped I was wrong.” She opened the journal. The pages were filled with careful handwriting and old drawings. “This belonged to your grandmother. Maelis Vale.”

The Awakening Power The moon illuminated the sky as Lyra found herself solitary in the clearing, the cold air pressing against her. Her breaths came rapidly and shallowly, each exhale visible in the frigid night. A fresh wave of strength coursed through her, a sensation she struggled to describe. It felt as if every part of her was coming alive, as though her true self had been asleep for ages and was now finally awakening.

The age of awakening. If she was mated to Zander and Rowen then they wouldn’t be able to stay away from her. And when that happens. the entire world would tilt. AURORA’S POV The wind howled louder than usual. It slipped through the cracks in my windows and rattled the trees outside like a warning. Like something was stirring. I sat on the edge of my bed, the soft hum of my lamp casting long shadows across the walls. I should’ve been finishing my English paper or scrolling mindlessly through my phone like any other almost-sixteen-year-old, but I couldn’t shake the feeling crawling up my spine.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

Ava hesitated before taking it. The parchment felt older than it looked. She unrolled it slowly. The first line made her breath hitch. > If you are reading this, the blood has awakened. Her hands trembled once. Then steadied. She read silently. Each line tightening something in her chest. Not fear. Recognition. When she reached the part about division, her gaze flickered up to him briefly. He didn’t look away. When she reached the final line— > The outside Alpha will sense it. She exhaled slowly.

The explosion of light was the end of everything I knew. --- ### The Awakening in the "New Real" I woke up. The air was cold. It smelled of ozone and wet soil. I sat up, my body feeling heavy and tired. I looked at my hands. The golden glow was gone. My skin was just skin—pale, scarred, and real. I was lying on a beach of grey sand. But it wasn't the grey of ash; it was the grey of a world that was waiting for the first rain. I looked up.

I needed to breathe and feel free, but everything felt constricting. After taking a few calming breaths, I turned to look at the book I threw down in anger; the dim light I had going shone on the pages, illuminating them enough for something to catch my eye. “That’s it,” I gasped as I snatched the book up again. Its pages had fallen exactly where I needed them to in my anger. Laid out in front of me was an image of a person clutching their head and fire dancing along their body. It looked scarily like Michael.

I woke up. It feels like my body has been run over by a truck. I am in so much pain especially my... I recall the night before and no matter how much I begged the two man kept their word. I got up wincing. Although most of the marks are gone, my wolf clearly needs heathy calories. I made my way downstairs tying to conceal my pain. Besides at the time wanting more and receiving it made me sexually gratified. "Morning." I have planned on moving these chapters to Book 2 of the Awakening drama :)

His blind terror when Genevieve’s shadows had wrapped around my throat, the vow he’d made to burn the world if it meant keeping me safe. But loudest of all was the thought that pulsed like a second heartbeat: "Don’t let her see. Don’t let her know you’re just as broken as the monster you killed." The Awakening I gasped back into my body just before dawn, my cheeks wet with tears that weren’t entirely my own. My lungs burned as if I’d been holding my breath for hours. The tent around me smelled of sweat and crushed herbs, real, solid, mine again. The goddess’s voice lingered in the stillness:

a man's furious voice rang out behind me. I turned to see a handsome man slap a document before me. It was a divorce agreement. Carissa Winton? Suzanne? Mrs. Faust? Weren't those the important characters in a popular stereotypical melodramatic romance novel I'd just read? So, I'd transmigrated into the body of Carissa Winton, the poor female lead of the novel. She'd aborted three children for the male lead, Lincoln Faust's sake, and was dying of bone cancer.