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Not of being exposed. Of losing him.

He held my arm, “We can come back tomorrow.” “But-” He yanked me up, “Losing something isn’t a sin!” He sighed, “I know you’re attached to it but let’s finish for today. You haven’t even eaten anything either.” “....” “Come on. Let’s go back.” He pulled me along with him as I began to ponder upon his words. Losing something isn’t a sin… I know and it wasn’t on purpose either. There were many times I took the ring off but it was like for a few hours at most but now that I’ve really actually lost it, I felt weird.

Then she turned it and stepped inside. The room was neat, orderly—she had always kept it that way. Boxes stacked against the wall, labeled in her own handwriting. Alex—Toys. Alex—Clothes. Alex—Art. She had packed everything away piece by piece, unable to throw anything out, unable to keep it in plain sight. She knelt beside the first box and lifted the lid. A small teddy bear with a missing eye. She remembered how Alex had cried when the eye fell off, and how she had told him it was a battle scar from protecting him from monsters. He had carried that bear everywhere after that.

I just want to enjoy my life, to create a future for me that I will thank myself one day. I stood up and looked at the window to see the trees dancing with the wind. The comfort that place is giving me is something that I can’t find in the City of Bloom. I took a deep breath and opened the windows. Wind splashed on my face. Home. Can I call this my home? I hugged myself as the wind started to get cold. I closed my eyes to feel it and think of the things happening right now. The other day, I enjoyed fixing the company, attending meetings, and listening to their suggestions. Now, I am here thinking of myself, who I really am? Where do I really belong? Why did my parents lose me?

John’s POV He came home and threw the stuff on the kitchen counter. “Mira?” No sound. He tried again. Her jacket was gone, her shoes were gone, and there was no trace of her. He had only left her half an hour ago. She wanted to cook some Indian food for him and needed a few things. He ran upstairs, into his bedroom. That’s when the shock hit him. His safe was open and empty. The new watch he had bought was gone. A gold chain which was a symbol of his good old times, was gone.

It has an ornate metal clasp on the front which locks the pages giving the illusion of it being a box. I run my fingers over the clasp and it clicks open. I feel my wolf push to the front of my mind but I'm so engrossed in the book I hardly even notice. I open the cover carefully and look at it. On the inscription page is some writing and a hand drawn picture of a wolf in black ink. I read the inscription out loud. 'Journal of Lycius 1800AD' "Where does it say that?" Hunter says looking over my shoulder.

But indeed, she was the one who accompanied him in his good as well as hard times. They love each other and that's the beginning and end of everything. Whether it was Advaita or Yami, his love was pure. After all, it was him finding HIS LOST AMORE❤️. THE END ❤️

Some were dealing with or preparing for the unexpected loss of a loved one, and others were searching for their destined route on a road map previously unwritten. In the end, they all came out of it. While not unscathed–still forever and ever grateful for the lessons learned; Finding themselves, and one another. Hollis Bogard and Whitney York, along with everyone connected to them, turned out to be the ultimate proof of the famously beautiful statement “not all who wander are lost.”

Hello my lovely Readers!! I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you!! His Lost Love was my first book but somewhere, I lost the spark and foolishly decided to stop writing it. It was the most stupidest thing I have ever. I wouldn't have finished it if not for your faith on me. You have been showering me with your constant love and support throughout the journey. Some of you have even motivated me to continue the story when I had lost hope as a writer. I am grateful to all those amazing readers!! You don't know what it means to me.

POV. Alexander I run out of the cafeteria doors after my mate. But once I reached the woods I couldn't smell her any longer, it's like she just disappeared into thin air. "I need more wolf's in the woods right fucking now. My mate is missing and I want her back NOW!!" I mind link to my entire pack with my Alpha command. It felt like we were out in the woods all day but it had only been hours. When I had almost given up hope I saw her at the edge of the woods by a big tree talking to none other than, Jaxson Shadow the Alpha of The Shadow pack.