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“The child is fighting something. Something old.” The Goddess spoke again. You must choose. I laughed inside the dark. “You keep saying that.” Power or peace,she said. Rule or rebirth. I thought of Adrian. Of his last breath. Of the city shaking when I screamed. “I already chose,” I said. “I chose them.” Then speak it,the Goddess replied. Another pain tore through me. Worse than all the others combined. Kieran pressed his forehead to mine. “Stay with me.” “I’m trying,” I said. “I swear.”

I could feel the words trying to settle in my heart, but my wolf laughed at them. “They write like cowards who tuck their tails and run at the first sign of something a bit different. We need to find the one who didn’t.” I turned the page and leaned in closer. A crease had pulled the paper tight near the spine, and someone had written into the crack, small and careful, like they’d stolen space from the binding rather than the margin. I had to angle the lantern to be able to see it properly. ‘Not cursed. Chosen.’ My breath stuck in my chest as I read the words aloud over and over again. There weren’t many of them, but they filled my chest with a hope that made me want to grin wildly.

Theron and Jax had helped me grow stronger every day. Damon gave something deeper. Something that lived inside my heart. Together, the three of them made me stronger than ever. Corbin looked around the room, searching for help. Nobody moved. "Your challenge," I said calmly. "Your choice. Fight or submit." Fear showed clearly on the faces around us. Some pack members slowly backed away. Energy rushed through my muscles. My body wanted a fight. Adrenaline surged stronger. My grip tightened around Corbin's neck. Bloodlust followed close behind.

Your unity won’t save you from me. Alex tightened their grip and kept moving, the glow of the Nexus lighting their way. End of Chapter 24 This chapter deepens the group’s internal struggles while setting up the next trial that will test their collective strength.

Chapter 42, Fiona's POV I looked at the vulnerable human girl, so fragile in the midst of so many powerful figures. I felt a little empowered being one of those powerful figures, but there was nothing I could do now that I was before her except what I had come here to do in the first place: to help her escape from the situation I had orchestrated personally.

"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

Any bit of force will rip a page mercilessly. There's no title. No author name. I find it strange, especially because someone put it on my bed. I'm starting to wonder if perhaps this is something Petra or the other contestants have done. I quickly search the book and find nothing within the pages. Odd. I start to read the first page. It's detailing the history of our world and how packs used to be ranked. I'm just about to flip to the next page when a knock on my door makes my heart jump out of my chest.

What kind of choice was that? I didn't want power. I just wanted Ryan. I just wanted to be free from this curse... free from Darius... free from the mate bond that was slowly tearing me apart. "Choose wisely, Jessica Mitland." The Seer's voice grew softer, but her silver eyes burned into mine like she was carving the words into my soul. "For the wrong choice... will destroy everything." After the Seer's Prophecy The crowd was dead silent. Even the night itself felt like it was holding its breath.

Every muscle in my body screamed from pain and fatigue but I forced myself to pull forward, ignoring the sharp bite of my wounds tearing under the bandage crossing my midriff. “Oh goddess, please don't let me die like this,” I whimpered, swallowing through the bitter lump that had formed in the back of my throat as I tried to make sense of this. If the Four hadn't thought I was crazy before they certainly would now. How else was I to explain what was happening to me except that it must have been one of their handiwork? My palms brushed against the gritty brick wall of the dining area and I marveled at the sweeping tapestry that hung down from the balustrade circling the upper floors.

I froze as I stared him horrified. “You still haven’t recognized me, my Rosebud?” ~~~❤~~~ End of fourteenth chapter. Thank you guys. If you like my story do press the star button to show your appreciation.💞