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she whimpered with tears about to come out of her eyes. -You are my chosen one, you are what many are saying about you right now: the alpha's chosen one," he revealed, approaching her. -You are crazy. -He sat down on the bed. -You have been mine since the day I saw you, you belong to me. My scent is in your body, you are mine," he said approaching the bed with a sideways smile. -I don't belong to anyone; you are not my owner," she replied, moving away from him, bumping against the headboard of the bed.

Without reading other chapters, Omega Yna opened Chapter 18 of the book The tittle of the chapter was boldly spelled out: THE CHOSEN ONE. Omega Yna exhaled and inhaled as she tried to calm her rapidly racing heart. She was scared to read the content of the chapter, she was scared to know the information that will either build her or destroy her. One could say that Omega Yna had the fear of the unknown, but to her this was bound to happen.

They even left a little signature, and I almost grunted in frustration while trying to understand it. Pride helped, and it instantly clicked. Could this Sin be their leader? Papà once said they had no leader—but someone was more powerful. More influential. I didn't drop the file but swayed slowly to the full-bodied mirror. I stood there, studying my own body gradually. With a simple head tilt, a tiny dot could be seen on my left cheek. With a slight hand raise, more dark dots rested on my fingers. Then I lowered my gaze and dragged my gown. My thighs had more dark dots, and I clenched my jaw.

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Chapter 46: The First Choice The forest had gone unnaturally still. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath, as though the trees themselves understood the gravity of what was unfolding. The Hunger pulsed through Sipho like a living heartbeat, relentless and insistent: Choose. Decide. Take what is yours… or be replaced.

I muttered, leaning back against the seat and closing my eyes. The truth was, I didn't have the energy to argue with him. My mind was too tangled with thoughts of April—her sharp wit, her guarded smile, the way she kissed me back as if she were challenging me to pull away. She wasn't like anyone I'd ever met. And that was the problem. --- By the time we reached the pack's territory, the sprawling estate hidden deep in the woods, the tension in my chest hadn't eased. The Crescent Moon pack's mansion loomed ahead, a testament to power and tradition, but tonight, it felt like a weight I couldn't shake.

There were things written on it in a language I didn’t recognize and started turning page after page until she found the one she was looking for, it had a drawing of a faceless woman standing with her baby and two cups beside her. “The prophecy states that a baby will be born just before the devil’s hour on 3rd January, the child will be special as they will have the fate of this world in their hands to save it from the unknown, to bring peace to the world they will have to choose between two of their greatest love, the chosen will help them in bring peace while the one left alone with it’s heartbroken will do the unthinkable,” she said in a weird voice like it wasn’t her own, translating th

Of course, there were times I chose not to, but when you're goal is the fly under the radar you make a habit of avoiding confrontation. Suddenly a large tufted white couch appeared. Just right there in the middle of the woods. Like it belonged there. Zeus walked over to it with a smooth godlike gate, which made sense I guess, and took a seat. I don't know why, but I walked over and took a seat on the oposite side. I put my back to the arm of the couch, and brought my knees to my chest. Zeus studied me briefly. "So, tell me about this frustrating life of yours."

“This scroll book contains history of what you would not believe at all” Fleki tells him as he goes through the pages, Edward also looks keenly and what he sees shocks him. The book was entitled The legend of the chosen with so many names of ancient kinds of people who served as the chosen. It was even more interesting when he sees names that did not come from his tribe. “Ever heard of such kind of names?” he asks Fleki who was more surprised and astonished.

Dante’s eyes darkened with triumph, and before she could take another breath, his lips crashed against hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was raw. Desperate. Consuming. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, letting the weight of her choice settle over her. There was no turning back now. Dante had given her a choice. And she had chosen him. Forever. --- End of Chapter 40