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I pull out slow, stand, fix my sweatpants. She opens her eyes. Pure black. Then they fade back to blue. She smiles with Samantha’s mouth. Three bodies now. And the house is still asleep. Perfect.

“We call her Mama because she is just that to the three of us.” The vampire’s mouth turned up at one corner. “You could say she’s the mother of our Penumbra Syndicate. We certainly wouldn’t be here without her.” Mrs. Holt smiled at Xavier. When no one elaborated, I frowned. Now I have more questions than before. “So, are you the birth mother to one of them?” “No. We share no blood,” she said. “I adopted them.” “All three of them?” “Yes. When they were very young men with no families of their own.”

“That’s right, Carys. I didn’t tell you before to give you a surprise.” His response left me scratching my head. Was I wrong about Bryan again? Did he really love Mom? As I debated in my head, Mom grabbed my hand, her eyes pleading. “We should just be a family, Carys. I know you can’t accept him right now, but I’m carrying his baby.” As much as the situation was upsetting, Mom was pregnant. I would always be sympathetic to Mom. So, I nodded at her. Overjoyed, Mom threw herself into Bryan’s arms.

“Everything you did for me was never out of love as a mother, but only to make up for your guilt and because you are possessive to the point of madness. “This whole time, your protection was all about control. Your nurturing is all about manipulation. “You treated me like I was a project of yours. You couldn’t handle any flaws in me, and couldn't stomach the thought of me escaping your control. “In my past life, when I fell in love with a boy that you considered imperfect, you killed him without hesitation, then you killed me too. “I am not a replacement for Astrid. Nor am I your beloved daughter. “I am only a prisoner whom you used to satisfy your desires for control.” Everything I said cut

The Alpha King's Silver Wolf Book 2 of The Human Mated to Three Three Months Later Claire's POV "Are you guys sure this a good idea? We don't know this woman. What if she is evil?" I asked Stephen and Steven as we drove up to a house that looked like a castle.

The woman’s eyes bulged and she swallowed heavily. “Luna Eclipse?” she questioned, “Yes. I am Beta Elaine, we have come to offer our greetings and support to the Triple Goddess” “Oh my, you’re being serious?” she gaped. Elaine didn’t reply, only nodded once. The woman opened and closed her mouth a handful of times before she regained her composure. “Forgive me, I am Romeá, former Luna and mother to the new Alpha” she said finally. “Pleasure. This is Lunaya, Phoebe and Cleo over there” Elaine spoke, pointing to each of us.

The two women battle words, right in front of Barbara. "Stop it!" Barbara yelled, the two women looked at Barbara. "I don't care, who is who but you have to let me go, I don't care about any of you, I want to leave." "Relax daughter, you know I love games, let's play a game, like hide and seek, and let's pick which one is your mother, interesting you now have three mothers, so pick among the two that is your biological mother, I know you have strength let's see, who will be the last woman standing."

Each woman exists in a different world, wears the same face differently, and gives him something the others don’t. As Luca grows emotionally entangled with all three, cracks form. He begins to sense something is wrong….. the same smile in different places, the same eyes watching him from different cities. When the truth finally explodes, it destroys trust, ignites obsession, and awakens a terrifying question……. Can one man love three women who share one face but not one soul? The fathers are forced to confront their own past sins. Elena watches her daughters walk the same path she once did, and fears the ending won’t be the same.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

They stood at the foot of the bed. Three women. Silver-grey robes. Hair white as moonlight. Eyes that held centuries of grief and wisdom and something else—something that looked like hope. The youngest was my mother. I knew her face, her smile, the way she held herself. She looked at me with warmth, with love, with tears already gathering in her silver eyes. The middle one was my grandmother. I had seen her before, I remembered the shape of her jaw. The curve of her lips. She looked at me with a mixture of pride and sorrow.