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“How long will you deny, just how much can you take without breaking in the middle of each moment, when to the both of us and in the Gods eyes, you are so d*** in love with the Prince.” “You can’t.” “Just what can’t I do?” The teasing game and a tormenting one that he is rubbing and directly in Alliah’s face. The truth that she couldn’t deny even if she wanted to. “Now, now, now. Shall we dwell into the world of Wonderland, ‘once more?’” In that whispering tone, the book suddenly opens and flips faster, but beautifully lays each page and accumulates the readers' anticipation. Where then it stops and held to the part and very chapter that reads.

"And we may have just entered a world far more extraordinary than we ever imagined." The Lycanthrope's Whistle had opened a doorway to a realm beyond their wildest dreams, and Tiffany and Hailey knew their lives would never be the same again. With newfound determination, they embarked on a quest to uncover the truth behind the whistle and the secrets it held. Little did they know that their journey would take them deeper into the heart of the supernatural, where danger and adventure awaited at every turn. ** Third Person's POV

Amidst the celestial blooms, a dance unfolded—a dance that mirrored the eons of cosmic passion, transcending the boundaries of mortal existence. As we twirled in the cosmic waltz, a silent understanding bloomed between us—a shared destiny written in the stars. The interdimensional rift pulsed with the echoes of our connection, casting a radiant glow upon the intertwined threads of love and cosmic destiny. In this astral haven, the readers witnessed a celestial romance unfolding, the ethereal connection between the wanderer and me becoming an integral part of the cosmic tapestry.

I focus my gaze into Hugh's eyes, my heart filled with apprehension and determination. "Hugh," I begin, my voice steadier than I expected, "I come from a different reality. It's like a place out of your world. This world is just created through the imagination of someone who’s from my world. It’s an eBook called Bonded—where you and Yvanna Bautista are the main characters. In other words, in my world, you only exist in a novel but not as a real human,... I mean a werewolf. I don't know if it's magic or witchcraft, but somehow I ended up inside the novel, your world."

Love stories, moments of resilience, and unforeseen twists became not just narratives but cosmic energies that shaped the very fabric of reality within and beyond the mansion's walls. In the twist of this astral exploration, they encountered celestial gateways within the cosmic ledger, leading them to ethereal realms where the threads of destiny were woven into intricate patterns. Symbols on the pages, now alive with transcendent glow, guided them through astral landscapes where the transformative power of love, resilience, and unforeseen twists reverberated in a timeless dance.

“You wish. Here does not feel like Christmas, so let us go shop for Christmas trees, flowers, and lots of roses.” “Put those clothes down. Let us go.” I was about to drag her out, but she stopped me. “We do not celebrate Christmas around here, Lisa.” Huh? What was she saying? I noticed that she was twisting her fingers. She only does that when nervous. Are they pagan? That explains it. “Here is the Silvercrest Dominion pack, the strongest of all packs. My father is the Alpha… we are werewolves, Lisa. It is high time I come out of my closet.”

They continue to stare at the rising sun, enjoying the fragrance of the roses and the happy chattering of the pack. THE END Note: I want to specially appreciate my readers who started this book and found it worthy of their time. Without you all, the story of Freya and Dante would have remained an imagination. Thank you. And to those readers that took out time to help me point out the errors in the book, suggesting how to enhance it, took the pain of commenting, I love you so much. If you want to check more books by me, kindly read; “The Ruthless Luna Of Alpha Clyde.” And, “The Billionaire's Second Chance At Love.” Please don't hesitate to recommend, share and comment. Stay Happy and Healthy!

Inside was a single photograph and a note. The photo showed a young man, perhaps twenty-four, with dark hair and unmistakable Hale gray eyes, sitting in a wheelchair in a sunlit garden. The note read: *Lucas Hale is alive. He has been for twenty-four years. Come alone to the address below if you want the full story. Tell your father and the girl dies in the same ‘accident’ as your siblings. A concerned party Cassian’s face turned to stone. He handed the photo to Elena.

He didn’t ask what happened. He just said, “You’re shaking.” “I’m not,” I lied. But I was. Because the envelope held more than just a passport. It held a key. And a note. From Elena. “If you’re reading this, you’ve gone far enough to finish what I started. But be careful—mothers lie. And monsters wear perfume.”

Imani whispered, voice low and breathless, fingers tightening around theirs, “I never imagined it could feel like this… all of this.” Zariah leaned closer, cheek brushing along hers, lips tracing the curve of her jaw with slow, teasing warmth. “Neither did I,” she murmured, voice soft, playful, deliberate. “But I wouldn’t change a second of it.” Every word, every brush of her fingers, carried a spark, a thrill, a daring sense of discovery that made Imani’s chest tighten in delicious tension.