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Unfortunately Raiah ruined that for us. After getting dressed, and making sure Jennie ate, I asked if she wanted to stay in the hut. “No, I would like to be there. I know what Raiah was sent here for, but after spending time with her, I think I quite like her, and I would like to be there for her.” I nodded and held my arm out for Jennie before stepping outside. The village quiet still from last nights ceremony. We walked to Ahanu’s hut, I took a deep breath before opening the flap to the entrance. Ahanu was knelt before Raiah, trying to comfort her, while she sat on the bed crying. Dakota and I decided that we would not go easy on Raiah. We needed answers and if she was truthful then we wil

I hadn't eaten in three days, the little sneaky devil; Sarah and her minions had refused to give me my food because they were in charge of the cafeteria for the week; as usual, I had pretended not to care and held my head high each time I got skipped at the queue. The other slaves didn’t dare interfere, and I didn’t blame them; I was mostly hated in this part. Somehow, these people blamed the fall of the human race on my tiny shoulders. My father, who was a werewolf hunter, had killed the former werewolf Alpha, causing the outbreak of the war. The werewolves had won the war, subduing the entire human race.

Stefan grabs back control so fast it feels like I’ve been kicked through space and landed on a faraway galaxy. I’m suddenly back in his head. ‘Jerk.’ He looks at her. Seeing her through him is different. It’s like I’m looking at her through a window. “It’s me,” he starts. “Stefan. You can hate me. But don’t do this to him. He has waited for your rebirth for five hundred years. He bargained his life for this chance, and he has done nothing but protect you since he found you. Don’t hurt him like this.”

N.B.: THIS IS ANOTHER DIFFERENT STORY. MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN BOOK 2< WILL CONTINUE IN ANOTHER STAND-ALONE BOOK. “I have not insulted you, Katherine, believe me. If I were to call you names, I don’t know which ones I would choose for you. One thing I know though is that you all that evil, wickedness, and shameless depict. Even worse!” Irma shot back.

She was my mate, and that alone made everything more complicated. As we approached the cemetery of Xael, I felt a sudden surge of energy ripple through my body. Power flared in my veins, forcing an unwanted transformation. My fur and claws emerged involuntarily. “What’s happening to you?” Stella asked, stepping back as I let out a pained scream. “It’s magic… dark magic,” I gritted out as my wolf, Odin, struggled to take control. Stella’s magic enveloped me, pulling me back into my human form. It took time, but her presence calmed the chaos inside me.

For a face like that, Stefan would walk through the fire all the way to hell and back. "What!?" His mother's terrified voice cracked. "It can't be. You’re bro--." Her voice broke. Stefan ran his hand through his already messed-up hair. "Brothers Ma, I know and I also know how wrong it is in every sense of it but this is what it is. I've tried to stop, to not feel what I've always felt, nothing works mother." "No!" Sky's mother cried out silently. "Remember when I told you I could never get an erection all my life?" Stefan asked his parents. "Well, that changed tonight, he changed me, he healed me." Stefan pointed shaky fingers towards the shocked-filled face of the other boy.

he says, and he waits for me to climb down. 1 “I’d love to get to know you better, but perhaps another day. I’m going to turn you back over to Stefan now. Please, be patient with him, we have lost so much and his heart has not healed. But, he is a good man, he’s just...lost. Maybe helping you will help mend it some and he can forgive himself.” 0

After breakfast and finishing up everything that needed to be done, Stefan, Griffin, and Dorothy left Paris. The flight was smooth, taking only a few hours to reach the airport. The drive back home was casual, but Dorothy couldn't help but notice something odd. Stefan was back in his wheelchair. Her brows furrowed in confusion. "Stefan, there’s no need to pretend anymore. You're healed now," she said softly. Stefan gave her a blank stare, and Griffin stepped forward. "Mr. Stefan doesn’t know what you're talking about," Griffin said plainly, acting as if he had no idea that Stefan had been walking just fine in Paris.

“What I’m trying to say is, there is no need to grieve over this. We did what we could as her children. It’s time we focus on our lives and our own little families.” Stefan looked at his clock and sighed. “It’s time for me to head back. You can stay and finish the rest of your meal. I’ll get the bills on my way out.” He rose from his seat and placed a hand on Monica’s shoulder before heading out. He drove back home and when he arrived there, he saw Eva sitting on the sofa while reading a book. “Oh, Stefan, you’re back already.” She rose from her seat to greet him but before she could do or say anything, he pulled her into a hug which took her back by surprise.

“Well, I see you don’t trust me.” “Why should I when all I’ve heard is how the rude man becomes a little more heartless every single day?” Stefan smiled, getting up, ready to do what he had never done since Eliza died. “Okay, dear Maria Fernanda, I think you’re right, but now you’re about to see a different Stefan.” He said, approaching her and taking her by her shoulders. A dim smile appeared on his face. “Maria Fernanda, on behalf of my stupid men who shouldn’t be in charge of my kitchen where magic happens, I apologize for what they made you feel.”