I hope that you all enjoyed Quinn’s amazing journey of finding herself with me. This book was one that I will always hold dear to my heart, from losing my own mother at a young age, and finding myself on my own journey to find my happiness. Although I will never get the happy ending that Quinn did, I wanted her to have what I will never have again, and what so many take for granted. Thank you all for the amazing comments throughout the story, as they fueled me to continue to write, leaving traces of myself throughout it. If you would like to see a sequel of this book, please leave a comment and a review, letting Good Novel know that you loved it, because there is so much more to be told, especially little Angelica’s story of finding her own mate.
Quinn’s POV The smell of cigarettes and cheap cigars fill the air early tonight letting me know that I’m in another small town and another local shit hole bar. Just the same as the last couple small towns. This was never meant to be my fulltime job but it had served me well as I tried to put myself
Quinn’s POV Trying to keep myself looking busy for the rest of the night I kept stealing glances back at the back table. Every time I’d look in that direction he was already staring at me. I had to wonder why he was looking at me too. Tonya returned to the bar with another huge order from the back
Quinn’s POV Collecting all the money from the bar that the customers left behind, I began to pray that it was enough to cover all the outstanding tabs that were left for the night. I didn’t know how I was going to explain a short register to Charlie on my first night here. As I began to count the m
Quinn’s POV As I pulled out of the bar’s parking lot I looked in my rear-view mirror at Bishop standing there watching me. A part of me wished that he and his group of muscular men could protect me from my ex, but that was a lesson I had already learned months ago. It didn’t matter how much bigger
Quinn’s POV “You are here early.” I heard Tonya say as she walked into the bar catching me in my thoughts. Dumping the last bucket of ice in the cooler, I say, “Yeah, I had a rough night trying to sleep, so I thought I get an early start prepping the bar for tonight.” Tonya walked over and threw
Quinn’s POV Tonya hadn’t been kidding when she said that they owned half the town. A little heads-up from her would have been nice that he owned the bar too. It all made sense why he was staring at me last night, he was making sure that I was doing my job. When he asked to speak with me, I was now
Quinn’s POV “Um, this song is for mates, which I am assuming means couples. Plus, I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the bar unattended.” I said to him shocked that he had asked me to dance in the first place. Maybe there was more to last night than just wanting to talk to me about work relate
Quinn’s POV Jaxson did exactly what he said he was going to do for the rest of the night even though he could clearly see that I was fine. As I counted my tips at the end of the night, I was happy that he hadn’t sent me home like he wanted to. I had made enough in tips to pay my rent for the next t
Stopping in front of my mother’s headstone, I lean down and place the flowers on her grave, as my hand moves, and my fingertips trace her name on the headstone. A single tear slips from my eye, as I remember back to all the sacrifices, she had made so that I could be here today. A cry now comes fr
Quinn’s POV Five years later… “Angelica don’t run off too far.” I yelled at Angelica as she jumped out of the vehicle once we were finally here. It had been over five years since the last time Bishop and I had been here looking for what we thought was his aunt, but later to find out that it was n
Quinn’s POV The beautiful sound of a newborn making their first cry in this world filled the air, and I knew that I was an aunt. It was the second best feeling in the world after having my own child, knowing that our father’s name would now live on. In my eyes my father was my hero, for sacrificin
Jaxson’s POV Remembering the promise I had made to Tristan just moments ago, I stepped in front of Lyra, ready to keep her safe from him at all costs, but as I stepped in front of her, Tristan’s eyes moved from hers to mine, and I could see that his humanity in them. Whatever Quinn and Lyra had do
Jaxson’s POV My eyes focused on Tristan as he just stood there in the middle of the cell, not moving an inch, as the blood now should have trickled down the back of his throat, and Lyra’s powers should be entering his bloodstream, bonding to him, like Quinn’s had with mine. At this point, Tristan
Jaxson’s POV Leaving a handful of our men behind to clean up the aftermath, not leaving a single vamp to live, that Tyler brought with him, in fear that the news would spread of their Dark Prince falling to our hands, we headed back to the pack house. Knowing we were working with limited time befor
“Wait.” Bishop says as he moves in between us. “You’re his twin brother. If he can pull off being you, why can’t you pull off being him?” Bishop asks Tristan, and it isn’t such a bad idea. If Tristan can pull off being Tyler Morgan, aka the Dark Prince, then we wouldn’t have to worry about other va
Quinn’s POV Jaxson held me tight to his chest, as the tears continued to roll from my eyes, and uncontrollable sobs came from within me, while my heart felt like it was breaking into a million little pieces, like the moonstone had. Even with his protective arms around me, the pain of
Quinn’s POV Bishop’s hand at that moment found mine, and he took it holding it tightly, as our father’s soul rose from within his lifeless body. His face was no longer battered, and he looked like a much younger and handsome version of himself, almost an identical twin to Bishop. Selena’s chants f