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Mary lay on her bed, staring at the TV screen while a young man lay beside her. The room reeked of cigarettes and wine. The reporter on the TV interviewed Detective Brad, who had just announced that he had solved the murder of Dr. Anderson. Noah, the son of the late Mafia lord Kendrick, was the real murderer, but he was also dead. Mary snorted in disgust and turned to the young man next to her, kissing his back. Mary sprang up from the bed, revealing her old, wrinkled buttocks and her pink pajamas. She dropped the bottle of wine on the nightstand, and her phone beeped. Mary read the message, and her heart sank.

The bloody one with his angry mate to destroy the witch kingdom but when the time comes I will take you away from the doom then you come back and rebuild the village starting it knew the older witch revealed to the witch princess Cara and she was surprised But witch mother who is that bloody one the witch princess Cara asked the old woman He who the Vampire King be got his only child Lamia the old witch said out his name loudly He is dead they say the witch princess Cara said He was never dead those words are rumours and lies the old witch said and the witch princess nodded Does that mean I should just watch the witch queen?? The witch princess Cara asked That's right pretend you don't know

Mary scrambled to stand up and kept her gaze on the ground. “Look at me, Mary.” Mary moved her head like a robot to look at Alaric Emrick. Her beautiful face was already pale as a ghost. “Tell me, can you pay for my cousin’s life? Do you know how to pay for a dhampir’s life?” he asked in a cold clear voice. Only tears flowed from Mary’s face as she stood quivering with fear before him. “Do you have any idea of the consequence of your action to the vampire and witch community, Mary?” asked Alaric, disdain traced upon his voice.

Amy smiled victoriously and said," bitch! What now? I'm sure you are one of the reasons why Nolan is here. Now get out of here." Martha looked at Broderick who still laid unconscious and said," as long as he can't recover his memory, I still have a chance." Amy smirked, unbothered by her words, "just get out." Martha nodded and pretended to want to walk away, she suddenly removed the hairpin at the back of her air and swiftly lunched it towards Amy's neck. Amy guided it reflexly and threw a resounding slap to her that made her staggered back.

Resting her head against the pillow, Maryn looked at her for an answer. "Don't you remember anything from last night?" Maryn bit her lips and tried reminiscing what might have happened last night. "I was getting chased by... by some wolves. One of... them attacked me. I... I saw blood then..." Remembering how the wolves surrounded her then attacked her, she got a shiver running down her spine. Even though she was in the room, she felt unsafe. Seeing her afraid, Kimberly held her hand and assured her, "Maryn, don't be afraid. Those rogues have been taken care of so you don't need to be worried."

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Tears streams down my cheeks as I watch what's happening. “No… No, Walter… No.” She drops down beside him. “You can't leave me here. Who is going to complain about my cooking? Stop it. Wake up! Wake up, Walter!” She shakes him violently, but he doesn't stir. He doesn't speak, just stays lifeless. Mary stands, clearly furious and heartbroken. “How could—” They also don't let her finish. Another gunshot erupts into the air. Mary falls to the floor, a pool of blood spreading from underneath her.

It was the kind of novel where everyone was broody, beautiful, and one emotional outburst away from starting a war. Lady Astrid Valemont wasn’t a heroine. She wasn’t even a main character. She was a minor noble girl whose entire plotline lasted exactly five chapters—ending with her untimely death at the hands of a werewolf assassin. That death? It was the spark that set off a bloody centuries-old war between vampires and wolves. In other words… I had reincarnated as the pretty, disposable side character with a death flag hanging over her head. Fantastic. The maid was still standing there, waiting. I cleared my throat and pasted on the brightest, most harmless smile I could muster. “Of course

She yelled, but he growled, attacking her even more. Just as Mary had told me, it was Mia, and she was now fighting against Aric. "Did you really think you could betray me, and get away with it? You think you can get your happily ever after? No way!" She growled again. I was stunned to hear Aric gasping. Mary was a regular wolf. Yet, she was able to finish him off. "It's a good think that Wolf'sbane syringe worked just fine!" She screamed again, but started laughing like a maniac.