Emily's POV“Your mate or your partner as the Queen or…. someone who was going to hurt you?” I asked Jackson, staring into his eyes.They flickered for a moment before he looked away, rubbing his white hair backward. They were long now.“Why would you ask me that?” He murmured without looking at me.“Because I need to know,” I turned his face to mine before cupping his face. The spark sensation rushed through our bodies with our eyes locked together.“Do you feel that?” I mumbled inaudibly. He nodded and a small, faint smile formed on my lips. I removed my hands, “What do you feel now?” I asked him slowly. He furrowed his brows and I sighed deeply, slightly annoyed as I tried to shift away from him.“Don't pretend as if you don't know what I'm talking about.”“That's because I don't,”“You don't?” I questioned, “That's an ugly lie. You just don't wanna acknowledge your thoughts. If you want me to be frank, I’ll surely be.” I stated all in one goal. We have to be clear about his feeli
Emily's POV“Please, come in.” The young lady welcomed me into her house nicely. She helped me to locate Jackson then. After resurrection, having no memories of where I came from or where I'm going, I was really disoriented.I had two pearls in my locket, she collected the first one because of the help she rendered to me. Now that I'm seeing her again, I thought that she might be here to help me.I thought as I flashed her a warm smile, entering her house.“Thank you,” I acknowledged as I settled on her mini sofa. Her house was located a few metres away from where I was burying the locket.The sudden urge to do this came to me because I wanted to bury my powers. If a poison could weaken them, making me more less than a human. This makes me want to protect it, also from Jack's issues with his past lover and the prophecy.Keeping my powers will assure me that I wasn't going to hurt him. Also protecting them in the process.“What would you like to have? Wine or water?” She offered.I rub
Emily's POVThe blinding sunlight woke me up. I moaned, turning on the bed before I opened my eyes. I laid on the bed, looking ahead of me casually before I realized that this wasn't my room.I jerked up from the bed, observed the room well.‘Where am I?’ I pondered, trying to recall what happened to me last. The lady, her house… Jack. My eyes widened, and I tried to feel my legs. My body feels healthy once again. I thought about what the lady said. It never occurred to me that I had a role to play as a seer, not just as Jackson's mate, since I’m a mixed-breed of werewolf and seer.Amidst my thoughts, the door creaked open and Jackson entered.Oops. I was his room. I glanced around again, the walls were painted in grey with minimal decorations in the room.He came closer to the bed, “You can leave now.” He paused, “ "If you want to.” He added with a bored expression.His words made me gazed at him. I didn't say anything for a few seconds, instead, I sighed deeply and stood up.“Good
Emily's POV“Does anyone miss the flower Queen?” I quipped with a smile as I approached them. Zaza turned around with a sly smile.“Absolutely.” He winked as he approached me, “Especially her endless lectures on how roses are divas and every other flower is just 'supporting cast.' I'm sure the daisies are still in therapy.” As always, he commented and never disappointing in his sarcasm.I laughed slightly, bumping fist with him and exchanged a curtly nod with Mason.“Hi.” I greeted him with a wave.“You must be all fit now for the King to initiate this training,” Zaza replied.“Well… yeah. I'm all strong now. But you need to train me with care. I'm just a little lady,” I pouted with puppy eyes.“Nah. That won't be working here.”“Huh? Mason, is that true?” I tried to divert my approach to him. From his expression, he was looking surprised at Zaza and I’s exchange of words.He scratched the back of his head, “Y-Yeah. Sure.”“You're putting him in a tight situation, ma'am. Is that how yo
Emily's POV“That's all for today.” Mason proclaimed and I was the first to lay on the floor tiredly. I gasped for air, staring at the clear sky before closing my eyes.I was totally drained.“You good?”“N-Not really,” I responded to Zaza before sitting upright. “I can't believe warriors do this everyday. All my bones are aching really bad,” I complained with a churned face.“At times. But not everyday,” Mason replied. We were still engrossed in our light conversation when I picked a scent in the air.It's been a while since I last perceived someone's scent. This could mean that my visions will be back.Mason helped me get up and I saw a maid walking closer to us.“I'll escort you to your room,” I tore my gaze from her and smiled at Zaza.“Aww, that's so lovely of you. I feel like I've a big brother now, who would go to any length to take care of you.” I purred with a sweet smile.Zaza chuckled slightly, “Don't exaggerate it. I can do that for anyone who is my friend,”“The Queen is
Emily's POV“Hi.” He greeted me, seated on the bed. I sighed softly and stepped in, crossing my arms.“Hi.” I responded nonchalantly. He wasn't looking at me. He stood up after, inserted his hands into his front pocket. This act makes me know that he was uncomfortable, or maybe nervous.Either of the two, that's a joke. I scoffed at my thought, still staring at him to tell me why he was here.“T-There’s… uhmm….” He looked away, “.... an u-urgent matter going on in the pack house. Rogue-border issue to be precise. Some groups got injured after a minor rogue skirmish. Keal and Madison are taking care of them already but I want you to be there.” He paused briefly.“I need you to…” He falters, his usual commanding tone softening.“You want me to see something? Is that it?” I cut him off. “Yeah. They need your help to purify their souls from turning into rogues.” He declared peacefully and I clenched my fist.It wasn't a request, it was a command.“So I’m convenient?” he whipped his head t
Emily's POVWearing a white garment, I was clean from head to toe. Then I pray to the goddess, placing a crystal ball in clean water to purify the soul of whoever the water touches.I was in the pack house, dabbing that water in the injured people's wounds. And of course, the kids were keeping my company.As I was done with the man before me, he bowed deeply unlike others and that got me astonished.“Thank you so much, My Queen.” He purred with so much appreciation. My cheeks got painted in pink, as I looked around. Everyone was staring.“Oh, that's fine. Thank you.” I mumbled, kinda nervous.“Aww, Queen Emily is the best!” Caleb proclaimed, making me chuckle slightly. The next person on the queue sat on the small stool in front of me. He was wounded on his arm, it looks kinda gruesome and I commend him in my head for being brave.Well, all of them are brave.“I’m not the Queen yet, sweetheart. But thank you.” I smiled at him, nullifying the rogue's effect in the person's wound that co
Emily's POV“Hi!” Zaza appeared before me from a distance, while I was still walking at a fast pace towards the dining room.He noticed my expression was not for any jokes, he jog-walked closer to me.“A-Are you okay?” He asked, as if choosing his words carefully.“Is Jack in the dining room?” I inquired, catching my breath.He pouted, “Aww, the Queen misses her King….”“I'm serious!” I interrupted loudly. He looked shocked, I shut my eyes and massaged my temple.“That came out wrong, sorry. But I need to see him urgently.” I pleaded with my gaze. It's past the lunch period, but I hoped that he must have waited for me to show up.“Well, he left with Mason not quite long. But he should be back soon.” He informed me and I nearly gripped my hair in annoyance. I nodded in understanding without showing my disappointment before I went to my room.“Ugh!” I kicked the air, fuming inwardly. I slumped on the bed and shut my eyes. He better get back here on time, that's all I could pray for at t
Annabelle’s POV I stirred in my sleep, feeling strange as if a weight had lifted off my chest, yet my heart ached with something I couldn’t fully grasp. Then, in an instant, memories came flooding back—everything I had forgotten, everything I had done. The past ten years crashed into me like a violent wave, stealing my breath as I fluttered my eyes opened. I sat upright, clutched the sheets, my hands trembling as the realization sank in. Oh, God. What have I done? I thought tears welling in my eyes already before a soft knock pulled me from my spiraling thoughts. My throat tightened. “Come in,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. The door creaked open, and Adams stepped inside, his eyes downcast, as if he were afraid to look at me. My chest clenched at the sight of him—so much thinner, his once-proud stance now slumped, his hair slightly disheveled as if sleep had long abandoned him. He held a tray of food in his hands, gripping it so tightly his knuckles turne
Author's POV“She doesn’t remember you at all?” Jack shook his head. Madison frowned deeply, arms crossed as she listened to Jackson after he explained to her that Emily had woken up but doesn't remember him. “She looked at me… it was like I was nothing.” His voice cracked slightly, but he pushed through. “Why? Why doesn't she remember me?” He asked, his tone pleading. She had looked him in the eye, completely blank, as if he were a stranger.Madison sighed, rubbing her temples. “It could be the aftereffects of Harper’s mark. We don’t know exactly what it did to her mind.” She paused before adding, “We need to test this. Bring Mason and Zaza. Let’s see if she really remembers them together with me.”Jackson hesitated. He wasn’t sure what he was hoping for. If she recognized them, it meant she was still herself—just without him. But if she didn’t remember them either, then he had to face the terrifying possibility that Harper had changed her forever.Regardless, he nodded. “Alright
Jackson's POV It had been two long, agonizing months. Every day since Emily fell into that coma, I felt as if I was drowning in my own guilt. Sitting beside her motionless body, I dabbed her forehead with a wet cloth, my hands trembling. Her pale face made my chest ache in ways I couldn’t put into words. Tears streamed down my cheeks freely. I didn’t bother wiping them anymore. What was the point? Every moment replayed in my head, the way she had sacrificed herself for me again without a second thought. That image of her collapsing haunted me. I reached for her hand, clasping it tightly in mine. “Please, Ann,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please wake up. I miss you so much.” My lips brushed against her knuckles as I choked back a sob. “You promised to give me a response to my apology once everything is over. But you're not here with me to see it, my love. I need you... please.” The weight of my mistakes crushed me every second of every day. If I could trade places with he
The moment Emily smashed the crystal ball against the ground, the yard erupted in chaos. A blinding light consumed everything, its intensity forcing everyone to shield their eyes. She staggered backward as an overwhelming surge of energy left her body, her knees giving way beneath her. She collapsed to the ground, her vision blurring as she fought to stay conscious. “Ann!” Adams’ voice cracked as he saw her fall. His heart pounded in panic, but his body refused to cooperate. Bound to the tree and weakened by the poisoned blade, he could only watch helplessly. Harper let out a blood-curdling scream, her hands clawing at the air as she fell to her knees. A thick, black substance oozed from her mouth, her once confident smirk replaced by pure agony. Beside her, Alan mirrored her pain, convulsing violently as the same dark energy poured out of him. Adams clenched his teeth, forcing his gaze away from Harper and Alan to focus on Emily. His instincts screamed at him to get to her, but
Jackson’s POV The sight of Alan standing before me was like a blow to the chest. I could barely believe my eyes. Someone I thought I had lost forever was here, alive, breathing, and yet... there was something wrong. His eyes were dark, hollow, and devoid of the warmth I remembered. "Alan," I managed to say, my voice thick with disbelief. "Is it really you?" He didn't answer. Instead, he smiled-a cruel, empty grin that sent chills down my spine-and before I could react, he dragged a sharp knife across my chest. "Goddess!" I hissed in pain, stumbling back. My hand instinctively went to the wound as warmth spread across my skin. “Alan, stop! What are you doing?" He didn't stop. His movements were quick and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. I dodged as he lunged at me again, the knife narrowly missing my side. “Alan, listen to me!" I pleaded, trying to catch his wrist. "We need to talk. This isn't you-” But he wasn't listening. His entire focus was on one t
Emily's POV I stood inside the tent, pacing back and forth. My heart was restless, and my mind kept wandering to Adams. I had tried to focus on the little things around me, but nothing helped. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, heard his voice, and imagined the mess he was walking into. I paused by the entrance, listening carefully. His retreating footsteps reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but whisper a prayer. Moon Goddess, keep him safe for me. Help him fight his battles and come back unharmed. But a part of me kept nagging: was I really doing the right thing by staying behind? Should I have pushed harder to go with him? The tent was too quiet, and my thoughts were too loud. I flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, but my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Where was he now? Was he okay? Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside. My heart jumped, and I immediately sat up. The sound was faint, almost careful, like someone was trying not to be heard. My chest tightened, an
Jackson’s POV I stood outside the tent, staring at the flap as it fell shut behind Emily. She glanced back at me one last time before going in, and my chest tightened at the thought of leaving her here. But I didn’t have a choice. Releasing a shaky breath, I turned on my heels, pulled out my phone, and dialed Zaza. His voice came through almost immediately. “She’s there,” I said, glancing back at the tent. “Make sure she’s safe. Nothing happens to her, Zaza. You hear me?” “Understood,” he replied calmly. “I’ll make sure of it.” I exhaled, relieved, but my mind was already racing to the next problem. “And Kiara?” “She hasn’t left the location,” Zaza confirmed. “Same place as before.” “Good,” I muttered, hanging up without another word. I headed back to where I had parked my car. I dialed Mason this time, and he picked up after the first ring. “Meet me at the location I'll sending the address you to you.” I got his affirmation before disconnecting the car. As I slid the phone
Emily's POVI sat quietly in the passenger seat as he drove us along a winding road surrounded by towering trees. The further we went, the quieter it became, like we were leaving the world behind. The silence in the car was heavy, and it gnawed at me. I turned to him, breaking the quiet.“Adams, where are we going exactly?”He didn’t answer, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. I frowned. “Adams, you’re not seriously going to ignore me, are you?”He glanced at me briefly, “A few minutes more. Are you scared that I was going to kidnap you?”“Very funny.” I turned my head outside the window, slouched in my seat, crossing my arms. Whatever he was planning, I hope he does it well.It wasn’t long before the car slowed down and came to a stop in front of what looked like an old, abandoned graveyard. The air was eerily still, and the overcast sky gave the place a gloomy feel. My stomach knotted.“Why are we here?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.Adams stepped out of the car, and I he
Emily's POVI woke up late in the afternoon, feeling sluggish. For a moment, I stayed curled under the duvet, trying to make sense of my surroundings. But something felt off—something warm and familiar was missing. My eyes blinked open, and sure enough, Adams wasn’t beside me anymore.Sitting up, a sharp pain shot through my neck, making me wince. My fingers brushed over the sore spot instinctively, and that’s when it hit me. A sheepish smile crept onto my lips.I slipped out of bed, not even caring that I was completely naked. There was only one thing on my mind as I stumbled toward the mirror.When I saw the mark on my neck, my heart swelled with joy. His mark. My fingertips traced the slightly raised edges of it, glowing faintly under the dim light. It felt surreal, almost like a dream. I let out a shaky breath and told myself, Soon, everything will fall into place. Jack and I... no, Adams and I will finally have our happily ever after.With that thought keeping me grounded, I h