CHAPTER 127NATALIAI lay in bed, my eyes closed and my breathing heavy. I was completely exhausted, my body aching and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. I had spent the entire night making memories with Sebastian, exploring each other's bodies and losing myself in the pleasure of his touch.But now, as the sun began to rise and the birds started to chirp outside, I could feel the toll that our passion had taken on me. Every muscle in my body was sore, and I couldn't help but groan as I shifted positions in the bed.Sebastian stirred next to me, his arm draped over my waist. "Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.I opened my eyes and turned to look at him. Despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire as I took in his handsome face and tousled hair. "I'm just tired," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Sebastian leaned in and kissed me gently on the forehead. "You should get some rest," he said. "I'll take care of you."I nodded, closing m
CHAPTER 128NATALIAThe dimly lit room felt suffocating as Romeo made his way towards me, his footsteps echoing ominously against the cold, concrete floor. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as my hands started getting clammy with nervousness, and my breathing quickened.As he drew closer, his every step seemed calculated and deliberate, as if he was savoring each moment of our impending encounter. I couldn't help but notice the confident set of his jaw and the way his piercing gaze bore down on me with intensity.Suddenly, he stopped in front of me and took a deep breath, causing me to catch a whiff of his minty breath. It was an odd contrast to the dark and foreboding atmosphere that surrounded us.He looked down at me, his eyes seeming to see right through me, and I felt my throat go dry. I gulped nervously, wondering what he was going to do next.At that moment, I realized that I was in deep trouble. Romeo was not someone to be trifled with, and I knew that I had underestim
NATALIAI stood outside my room, hesitating to turn the doorknob. My heart raced as I remembered the conversation with Romeo earlier that day. What if he was still in there, waiting for me? I couldn't bear the thought of facing him again, of reliving the embarrassment of his question.But I couldn't stay outside in the garden with Elvina forever. The sun was beginning to set, and I had things I needed to do. Taking a deep breath, I turned the doorknob and stepped inside.The room was empty, just as I had hoped. I let out a sigh of relief and closed the door behind me. As I walked further into the room, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease. What if Romeo was still around, lurking in the shadows?I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought. There was no reason for him to still be there. He had asked his question and I had successfully avoided giving the answer he wanted. It was over.But the more I thought about it, the more unsure I became. What if Romeo didn't accept my answer? Wh
CHAPTER 130ROMEOThe bright sun sipped in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office- that I built in the pack house so I didn't have to be away from the territory - casting a warm glow over everything in the room. The golden light warmed my skin as I sat at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen. Outside, the pack was alive with the sounds of the morning rush hour. I could hear the honking of cars, the bustle of people moving, and the chatter of voices rising up from the street below.I took a sip of my whiskey, feeling the smooth liquid burn its way down my throat. It was the only thing that seemed to give me any sense of relief from the anger and bitterness that had been building up inside of me. The taste of the whiskey was comforting, like an old friend who knew all of my secrets.But even as I drank, I couldn't escape the emptiness that was gnawing at me from the inside out. The sounds of the city outside were bright and happy, but they only served to highlight h
CHAPTER 131ROMEORunning my fingers through my dark slick hair flowing shoulder length, I savoured the feeling of the cool strands sliding through my grasp as I turned away from the highrise view and walked back to my leather chair. The office was quiet except for the sound of my footsteps echoing across the room. The muted sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the space.As I settled into my chair, the soft leather creaking beneath me, I caught Silas's eye. He dropped onto the chair on the other side of my glass desk and grabbed my half-empty bottle of whiskey. The crystal glass clinked against the neck of the bottle as he poured himself a generous amount.I leaned back in my chair and contemplated my next words for a moment before letting them out. "I want to end the treaty with werewolf hunters."Silas choked on his drink, the sound reverberating across the room. "You?" His cheeks swelled as though trying to stifle a laugh. "End the treaty with the werew
CHAPTER 132DANIELI sat on my bed, staring intently at Natalia. My sister, Natalia, was in danger, and my inner thoughts were conflicted. My magic was the only thing that could keep her safe, but my mind was telling me not to help her. If I did, it would mean that I too would not get what I wanted from her. I had let go of my desire for what I wanted from Natalia a long time ago when I found out that she was pregnant. But now, with another chance to become the most powerful wizard, I was torn between selfishness and selflessness.I knew that my sister was in danger. I could feel it in my bones. She had been threatened by Romeo, she told me that he was after her unborn child. I had the power to protect her, but I also had my own desires to contend with. I had always wanted to be the most powerful wizard in the land, and I knew that helping Natalia would only hinder my own progress. I've already lost my Spark of magic to some point.As I sat there, wrestling with my inner thoughts, I c
CHAPTER 133DANIELI stood in front of the large oak tree that marked the entrance to my secret wizard lab. The tree was unlike any other in the forest; its bark was covered in ancient runes that glowed with a soft blue light. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, focusing my magic as I placed my hand on the trunk of the tree.I felt a surge of energy flow through me, and the tree shimmered before me, revealing a doorway that led into a tunnel. I stepped through the doorway, and the tunnel glowed with the same blue light as the runes on the tree.As I made my way through the tunnel, I could feel the magic pulsing around me. The walls were lined with shelves, and each shelf was filled with magical artifacts, potions, and spells. Some of the items were ancient, passed down through generations of wizards, while others were my own creations, the product of years of research and experimentation.Finally, I reached the end of the tunnel, and I stepped through a second doorway into my lab
NATALIAI sat on the soft grass, taking deep breaths and feeling the gentle breeze caressing my skin. I close my eyes and let the sun warm my face, trying to push away the tension and fear that had been plaguing me for weeks. But now, thanks to my brother Daniel's help, I can finally relax.Daniel's a powerful wizard, and when I told him about my situation, he immediately offered to help. You see, I am pregnant, but the father is a dangerous man who wants to harm me and the baby. I can't go to the authorities, as he has connections there, and I have no one else to turn to. But Daniel has always been there for me, and he used his magic to create a shield around me and the baby, making us invisible and untraceable. It was a risky move, as magic can attract unwanted attention, but Daniel assured me that he would keep us safe.And now, sitting here in the secluded meadow that I found when I was a kid, I feel a sense of peace that I haven't felt in a long time. The baby inside me kicks gen
NATALIASitting there with Romeo, just shooting the breeze, out of nowhere, this crazy pain hit me like a freight train. Water everywhere – turns out my water broke, and I wasn't supposed to pop until next week. Talk about the unexpected, right? Now, our pack's got this rule about having to pop out your pups right here on our turf. No escaping that one. So, here I am, dealing with this delivery agony a week ahead of schedule. Romeo's flipping out, screaming for help. Pack folks start swarming in like bees, all wide-eyed and worried. Picture this: me, in the middle of a makeshift delivery room surrounded by anxious wolves. Pain's getting wild like some primal force taking over. Romeo's there, clueless as ever, and I'm just pushing through the chaos. Let me tell you, delivering twins is no joke. Contractions hit like a sledgehammer, each one dragging on for what feels like forever. The pack's trying to help, but they can't take away the grind of it all. It's a full-on battle, not just p
SYDNEYMy fingers danced nervously over the phone's keypad as I dialed Romeo's number. The urgency in my chest fueled the anxiety in my voice when he finally picked up."Romeo, it's Sydney," I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other. "I need your advice. Should I head to Natalia's now? Something just doesn't feel right, like there's an eerie cloud hanging over her due date."There was a pause on the other end, and then he asked, "What's going on?"It's hard to explain," I began, struggling to find the right words. "It's like there's something malevolent inside her, something beyond the ordinary. I can't shake this feeling that the child she's carrying isn't just a bundle of joy. It's like there's a darkness, and it's threatening both her and the baby."I could almost hear Romeo furrowing his brow on the other end. "Darkness? What do you mean?"I mean, it's as if there's an evil presence in her womb," I confessed, my voice dropping to a hushed tone. "And I'm afraid that once that chi
ELVINAAlone in the dimly lit chamber, the oppressive weight of my actions hangs in the air, suffocating me like a dense fog. The flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the intricately carved runes etched into the cold stone floor, each symbol a testament to the forbidden path I've tread. Natalia lies motionless on the altar, her presence a fragile vessel for the soul I sought to resurrect. As the cold reality settles in, doubt snakes through my mind like a relentless serpent. The initial madness that drove me to perform the forbidden ritual now morphs into a gnawing unease. Regret, thick and palpable, permeates the atmosphere, saturating the very air I breathe. What was once a desperate bid to bring back my sister now feels like a pact with shadows and echoes. A solitary tear traces a path down my cheek, its journey mirroring the torment within. Natalia, vulnerable and unconscious, is now the unwitting conduit for a force beyond her understanding. The chamber, once filled with th
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
DANIELI was seriously frustrated, like a fire about to explode, as I gripped Elvina's shoulder. My eyes shot a warning, trying to convey the urgency of what I was about to say. "I warned you, Elvina! Stay away from Natalia!" You could practically feel the echoes of my caution lingering in the charged air around us. Elvina's eyes were a storm of defiance as she forcefully pulled my hand away from her shoulder. Her words were sharp, cutting through the room. "You can't control me. Unless you want her to die, that is. The child she's carrying is the reincarnation of my sister, and her soul is not something anyone can dictate or tolerate."The room turned into an emotional battlefield, with unspoken truths and the weight of our complicated history thickening the air. I was torn between protecting Natalia and trying to wrap my head around the profound connection Elvina felt. The room's dim light created shadows on our strained faces, each expression revealing the depth of our internal stru
NATALIAMy heart raced like the staccato beat of distant drums as I approached Romeo, the flickering candlelight in the dimly lit room casting shadows on my face. The air crackled with the anticipation of finally meeting my twin sister, Dahlia— a reunion I had yearned for since the moment I discovered her existence. "Romeo," I began, my voice a delicate symphony tinged with excitement, "have you managed to reach Sebastian? I can't bear the agonizing wait any longer—I need to see Dahlia."Romeo's eyes, a canvas of uncertainty, met mine as he shook his head, "I haven't been able to get in touch with him yet, Natalia."A surge of frustration tightened its grip on my chest, like a vine constricting around my heart. I knew all too well the significance of Sebastian's elusive approval, especially in light of the unique bond he shared with Dahlia. "This is unbearable," I sighed, my impatience echoing in the hushed room. The scent of aged parchment and ancient secrets hung in the air, underscor
NATALIAAs the soft pads of my fingertips caressed the gentle curve of my burgeoning belly, I found solace in the quietude of the moment. The room was hushed, and the only symphony that mattered played within the confines of my body—the rhythmic ballet of life unfolding. A tender smile graced my lips, a testament to the profound connection I felt with the two tiny souls growing beneath my touch.Their kicks, playful and spirited, transformed my womb into a lively arena. Each flutter echoed the promise of an impending joy, and as their tiny feet danced beneath my skin, laughter escaped me—an involuntary melody in response to the enchanting rhythm of life within. It was as if my body had become a sanctuary, a haven where the language of kicks and twirls spoke volumes.Overwhelmed by the sheer magic of it all, tears welled up, glistening like dewdrops on the petals of a delicate flower. These were tears of joy, a manifestation of the profound emotion that coursed through me—a blend of grat
NATALIASo, picture this: I'm casually strolling through the garden vibes early in the morning, right? The sun's doing its thing, making the whole place light up like a chill paradise. The flowers are showing off their colors, and I swear, even the birds are in on this morning's party. Sarah, my partner in crime, joins me on this nature expedition. We're just soaking in the good vibes, you know? The air is all fresh and crisp, and there's this subtle aroma of blooming flowers, like nature's own perfume. As we mosey along, Sarah throws in some real talk and grabs my hand like we're in a cheesy movie. "Natalia," she says, "I'm seriously so pumped for you and those soon-to-be little adventurers." Her grin matches the sunshine, and I'm just standing there, feeling like life is hitting the perfect notes. Our garden hangout is like our secret spot. The flowers are like our cheering squad, and the whole scene feels like a happy conspiracy. At that moment, I was just overwhelmed with gratitud
NATALIA My body's like this bloated spaceship carrying two tiny passengers, and we're six months into this twin adventure. Let me tell you, it's a marathon of discomfort. Every step feels like I'm lugging around a ton of bricks – a constant reminder of the two little miracles growing inside me. Now, nights used to be my chill zone, but oh boy, that's changed. I'm haunted by these crazy nightmares like there's some evil plot unfolding in my belly. Mornings roll around, and instead of shaking off the bad dreams, they stick around like unwanted guests. The kicks and flutters? Yeah, they used to be cute, but now they're like tiny reminders of something I can't quite put my finger on. It's not just the physical strain; it's like I'm emotionally unraveling too. You'd think expecting twins would be all rainbows and butterflies, but there's this weird sense of doom hanging over everything. It's like there's this intangible darkness camping out inside me, and I'm starting to doubt if this is