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Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.

Somewhere above, the pack went about their lives, unaware that in this hole, their Alpha was trying to extract something from a woman who had nothing left to give. "I don't believe you," he said finally. Something stirred in my chest. Something small and fierce and utterly defiant. Move, I commanded my body. Move. Show him. Prove him wrong. My muscles screamed in protest. My bones felt like they were grinding together. The wolfsbane dragged at every thought, every impulse, every desperate attempt to rise. And when our eyes met, I saw it. That flicker. That recognition. That sense of being seen that I had once treasured and now despised.

The Awakening Natalia's POV “Ouch !” I yelled as I woke. This pain at the back of my head made my eyes twisted with intense dizziness. My vision was blurry and my skin was slippery from sweat. As I woke, my consciousness flickered. As I opened my eyes, I looked around, observing the place. Where was I? I asked myself. The room was dimly lit, cold, and uninviting. The walls were of concrete and the air was musty, making it a little difficult to breathe. As I sat on the floor I felt the tightness of the course rope used to secure my hand behind me. I pulled my hand hard, but they won't budge.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the book. The moment the cover cracked open, a gust of wind swept through the chamber, extinguishing the soft blue candles and plunging the room into darkness, save for the ethereal glow emanating from the pages. Words formed in the air, shimmering like liquid silver: “To awaken, you must see yourself as the blood sees you.” Evelyn blinked. The letters seemed to float, twisting in shapes she couldn’t comprehend. A warmth spread through her veins, and suddenly, the room shifted. She wasn’t in the chamber anymore. She was standing in the forest, the same forest that had called her name countless times before.

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.

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 122: The Answer She Feared No one moved. No one spoke. The second page lay open before them. Silent. Finished. Its final sentence remained visible. The answer is waiting on the next page. Ama stared at the words. And for the first time since the awakening began— she didn't want to continue. The realization surprised her. For months she had chased answers. Fragments. Truth. Memory. Now that the answer was finally within reach—

Thinking I was bleeding, I lifted my shirt—only to see that the diamond-shaped mark on my waist had vanished. “Awakening has three stages: first, you live like an ordinary person. Second, you regain your memories. Third, you awaken as a chief god. When awakening occurs, you may choose to discard the memories of your reborn life and fully become the self from over three thousand years ago… or you may retain all your current memories…” Her pale purple lips moved with each word, and I absorbed every single one—but it was completely beyond my ability to process. Memories spanning millennia, every shattered fragment from my dreams, all surged like a tidal wave, completely drowning my thoughts. I

It reeked of old metal—and something older than iron. I hesitated. Then pricked my fingertip. Blood dripped onto the page—and another line appeared: “To awaken what sleeps under the Blackwell name, the womb must weep—not once, but three times.” My breath caught. I shut the book and blew out the candle. Whatever this ritual was… it wasn’t over. And I wasn’t sure I’d survive the end. --- I woke up on the wooden floor of Ethan’s study. My body was cold. The light was out. The windows fogged from the inside.

My chest hammered so loud I thought the lantern would shatter; the letters on the page pulsed under my palms like a second heartbeat: “The Awakening of the Silent Bloodline. You are the chosen. The fate of humans rests in your hands, Daughter of Oz.” Then the book slammed shut. Air ripped from my lungs; heat unfurled in my chest, coiling like molten metal. And then, voices. Not spoken, but clear. Eva’s nervous excitement. Di’s trembling relief. Their thoughts lay open before me. “I can read your thoughts,” I blurted, amazed despite myself. “I know what you’re thinking.”

****A DAY EARLIER**** Arwenna woke up to the sound of water. Cold seeped into her skin. She felt, uncomfortable and naked. Her eyes fluttered open slowly A sharp headache struck her like a tornado, she tried lifting her hand, but they wouldn't budge. Panic flared as she turned her head and saw her hands chained to the wall Her eyes widened Memory came crashing back she was laid unprotected in the shallow water, bare and exposed with petals and herbs floating around her skin in sickening contrast