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Nobody, not even Anton or Beta Randall, can tell me to not enter. I find the plants quickly enough; over the last few years they’ve spread out deeper into the woods. I head to the usual spot, the large oak tree where Mum used to read to me on hot summer’s days still growing with momentum. It’s acting as a reminder that nature continues even when you lose the ones you love. Seasons still come and go…years still pass.

Colton looks like he wants to walk into a tree. I shake my head, unable to stop the small smile tugging at my lips. “You two are terrible at lying.” Oakley beams. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment,” I say. “It felt like one,” he replies. Colton exhales slowly. “Let’s just… move on. The orchard is this way.” Oakley nods quickly. “Yes. Orchard. Trees. Fruit. No mysterious healer prophecies there.” Colton mutters, “Hopefully.”

she asked for the third time, curiosity evident on her face. “Be patient, my dear,” I replied with a smile. “Just a few more minutes.” “You know I'm not good at being patient.” “Oh, I'm well aware,” I laughed. “Remember when you were waiting for the results of the Elder Council's test? You paced for three hours.” “That's different!” she protested. “That was about our future as—” She stopped as we rounded the last bend and the view spread out before us. A small meadow surrounded by tall trees, with a small river flowing on one side. In the middle of the meadow stood a huge, ancient oak tree—its branches spread wide, creating a perfect natural canopy.

June arrived with heat and humidity. The kind of weather that made you want to sit still and do nothing. Catherine said the garden loved it. Doris said the garden was welcome to it. Maple dug a hole under the porch and refused to come out. Marmalade sat on the porch railing and watched the world with lazy eyes. I sat on the swing. The oak tree gave shade. A breeze moved through the leaves. I had my laptop open. The novel was published. The Secret Billionaire I Married. My name on the cover. My story inside.

Oak never thought, he would become this much weak to a point where he started crying embarrassingly. He cried until he felt a little relieved. Then he closed his book and stood up from the chair. He went to his bed and lied down. Again he was thinking about the memories he shared with Phet. Phet told him, he would wait for him but he moved on so fast. Oak couldn't help but shed more tears and wipe them away furiously.

The man said weakly as he held out his hand. As everyone minus Jill reached out their hands to help him a smile creeped up on his face and Jill knowing something bad would happen and couldn’t stop it in time so she grabbed his hand as well and, in a flash, they were gone. The box itself that Jill was worried about had also disappeared and in a sudden flash of lightning the great infamous oak tree of Oaken Hills was struck.

Lucas looked at me the utmost confusion and worry "Is everything okay? You felt gone at the moment there" Not wanting to expose me having a mate yet, I chuckled slightly with a dark voice and looked straight at his eyes "It's nothing Lucas, you can go back to your work now. NOW ON THE ROGUE ALPHA'S QUEEN AUTHOR'S NOTICE. Good morning/Afternoon/evening/night dear readers. This is an important notice that, The book will be update daily with no single day missed for the next 27 days, it will be daily update

I opened my eyes. Mara was there. Not a vision this time. Solid. Standing under the tree with her hand on its trunk, her all-white hair moving though there was no wind, her white eyes kind. “You came,” she said. Behind me, outside the circle, I heard shouting. Howls, very close now. Jax shouting, “Stay back! She’s under Oak protection! Old law!” And Harlan’s voice, furious: “She’s my pack member! That tree is dead! Old law is dead!”

She only looked at them and pitied the fruits that fell from them and became spoilt while Okwudili sat down on his bamboo chair staring at them with a chewing stick in his mouth and pitying the yellowness of the leaves of the trees. One night after two days of starvation, Ojiugo walked towards the window to stare at the trees but she noticed something unusual and backed off. "This is not how the trees were when I saw them last time," she said. "Maybe somebody has come to change them without informing me." Okwudili stood behind her, holding palm wine and staring at Ojiugo while feeling unusual about the undivided attention she was given to the trees. Ojiugo was still at the window, poking her

I’m below a tree, an oak tree. The realization sends a shot of sobering adrenaline through me, and my mind emerges from the haze—it’s not just any oak tree. It’s our oak tree! I’m laying at the tunnel entrance, but how did I get here? Who brought me here? Why am I naked? Why can’t I move?