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She got me like a roller coaster Turn the bedroom into a fair Her love is like a drug I was tryna hit it and quit it But lil' mama so dope I messed around and got addicted So you wanna play with magic Boy, you should know whatcha falling for Baby do you dare to do this 'Cause I'm coming atcha like a dark horse Are you ready for, ready for A perfect storm, a perfect storm 'Cause once you're mine, once you're mine There's no going back. ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ ❤ FLASHBACK ❤ ❤JACOB'S POINT OF VIEW❤ "Whatever, I need a shower and one of your biggest fluffiest hoodies" I yawned I sleepily walked upstairs to a room To be honest this room was big It was very luxurious as Eric Gray was almost billionaires so

The revelation was too much to take in, and Kimberly felt like her whole world was being turned upside down. Levi's voice was laced with a mix of nostalgia and longing as he continued his story. "She was from a descendant of powerful witches," he said, his eyes gazing off into the distance. "And I was a werewolf, a descendant of the primordials. The first and the most powerful werewolves to ever exist."

Their mates, their children, their children’s children—all of them, a vast, endless family. ‎ ‎The crowd began to sing—the old song Rex and I had danced to, passed down through generations, its melody woven into lullabies and anthems alike. Voices rose, thousands upon thousands, wolves and humans and kin beyond, a chorus that shook the earth and touched the stars. ‎ ‎Lumina stepped down from the platform, placing her small hand on our stones. The light in her palm glowed, merging with the earth, with the roots, with us. ‎ ‎“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice carrying to us across the veil. “For everything.”

It turned my stomach to see my ancestors listed like assets on a balance sheet. "Venus was the first," I said, a sharp, bitter lump forming in my throat that made it hard to swallow. "And every single generation since then has been a repeat of the same sick cycle. You’re the wolf that needs to be settled, and I’m the cage that holds you together. That’s the 'Venus' legacy, Darius. It’s not a psychic loop or a soulmate bond. It’s a parasitic relationship that’s been draining my family to keep yours sane for a hundred years."

The light from the necklace evolves once more, and this time, the images that the young man said to me as Lubricks aren't present instead, there's this light moving like full of stars in a greyish surrounding. After pausing for a moment, the young man continues, "But then, it's only making me interested because that land doesn't exist anymore. For the Wiccer, who created us and will soon destroy us, once made their colony on that territory. He is the only descendant and yet he manages to give that to you. You must be something he held dear, Sol.”

“Are you trying to make a mockery of me? Everyone knows Eleni can’t conceive and adopting a child is out of the question.” “A child will be conceived, inheriting both bloodlines that will course through its veins. The most important factor is that the child will be produced from your DNA. Unquestionably, no one will deny your child anything, Wicked.” “I just want what was promised to me when I was born. I have always held her flame in my heart, hoping that she would one day return, and we would rule this fucking world together. But then you got your hands on her first, making her fall in love with you and tainting her forever.”

“She is the answer.” “What do you mean?” Damian felt uneasy upon hearing Evenora’s words. “This woman here is the first witch. She is the best of the best, the strongest, the one who has control over everything. Once before, us witches even have a land for ourselves, it was the land she had concurred and all humans respected us.” Damian was still unsettled and he knew it was because the woman in the painting had the same exact face as Belle. “But as beautiful as she is, she is also greedy,” responded Evenora. “She believed she has everything in control and she did. But she forgot that once she died, no one can exert the same control as she does.”

Great-great-great-great-grandchildren played around its roots while our many descendants stood with us. I reached out with my power and touched the earth. There was nothing left of the old darkness. Only rich, peaceful soil and new life remained. “You are gone,” I whispered. “And we remain.” As the sun set, painting Thornwood in brilliant gold and crimson, we gathered on the highest battlements. Our descendants spread out below us, laughing and alive. I stood between my three mates, their arms around me, the bond humming with warmth, strength, and everlasting peace. “I was sent here to be your dirty secret,” I said, voice thick with emotion. “The Omega meant to end the Cursed Alphas. Instead

Someday, I will be your undoing, you will beg for my touch, and every kiss will be as empty as your heart, leaving you desperate and unfulfilled, until every thought leads back to one person. Me. Yours Wickedly, Sierra. Unable to contain myself, I screamed into my pillow until my cheeks flushed bright pink. I can't believe I wrote that. It's a good thing, because he'll never read it. I picked up my cell phone and dialed a number. “You've reached the FBI's private hotline,” the automated voice spoke. “Who do you wish to speak with?” No matter what happens, I was going to be the reason Don Dante Spinelli's empire burned.

“And he… he’s the Alpha.” He raised a brow at me, a slow, amused smirk spreading across his face. “Unidentified?” he echoed, the laugh in his voice low and teasing. “Sweetheart, for someone who claims to be so lost, you sure talk like you’ve been running circles around the whole world.” I blinked, swaying slightly, and swallowed down the heat rising in my chest. “Well…” I slurred, trying to sound sober but failing completely, “I’m not exactly unidentified… according to rumors, I’m the last standing descendant of the Blackwoods.”