George's POV:Hazelwood is a magical place, full of mystery and wonder. It's a place where witches and werewolves coexist in harmony, and where the natural world is revered and respected. The equinox is a particularly special time in Hazelwood, as it marks the changing of the seasons and the balance between light and dark.The witches of Hazelwood are a diverse group, with different personalities and abilities. Some are healers, while others specialize in divination or elemental magic. But despite their differences, they all share a deep connection to the earth and the natural world.As I explore the town, I can't help but be struck by its beauty. The buildings are made of natural materials like stone and wood, and are adorned with intricate carvings and symbols. The streets are lined with trees, and the air is filled with the scent of herbs and flowers.But it's not just the physical beauty of Hazelwood that captivates me. It's also the sense of community and belonging that I feel her
George's POV:Back at the lodge, I sat down with Daphne and tried to engage her in conversation about what had happened at the bonfire. I hoped she could shed some light on the strange mark of the moon and the painful sound that had distorted my hearing.Daphne listened attentively, but she didn't seem to have any answers for me. She suggested that maybe I was just tired and that my mind was playing tricks on me.As we talked, I couldn't help but notice Glenda standing in the corner of the room, watching us with an amused expression on her face. I felt my detest for her growing by the second. She always seemed to be lurking around, making snide comments and stirring up trouble.I decided to ignore her and focused on my conversation with Daphne. But out of the corner of my eye, I could see Glenda smirking at me, as if she knew something that I didn't.Feeling frustrated and uneasy, I excused myself and went to my room. I needed some space to clear my head and figure out what was going o
Deep in the heart of a vast Crescent moon park, in a small cabin nestled among the trees, lives a park ranger named Tom Brady. He spends his days patrolling the park, ensuring that visitors are safe and that the natural beauty of the park is preserved.Tom's cabin is a cozy abode, with a rustic charm that reflects his love for the outdoors. The walls are made of rough-hewn logs, and the furniture is made from natural materials like wood and stone.As a park ranger, Tom is intimately familiar with the park and all its secrets. He knows the best hiking trails, the most scenic overlooks, and the hidden spots where wildlife can be found.In the mornings, Tom rises early to start his day. He brews a pot of coffee and sits on the porch, listening to the sounds of the forest as he plans his route for the day.As he sets out on his patrol, Tom keeps a watchful eye on the visitors to the park. He greets them with a smile and offers advice on the best places to hike, fish, and explore.But Tom's
Rose's POV :I found myself back in the same place, staring at the blank white ceiling. It was a habit that helped me calm down and shift my focus. I had to do it often to keep my mind at ease.But now, my heart was pounding heavily as I tried to sneak out of Alex's castle. I couldn't do it. I looked at myself in irritation, frustrated with my sudden withdrawal from escaping.I hoped Bee was waiting for me outside, on the open path. But I was worried that she had been caught or had left without me. I felt guilty for putting her in this position."I'm sorry, Bee," I muttered under my breath. "This wasn't really my fault, but what do I tell her when she comes at me tomorrow feeling bad?"I fidgeted and scratched my hair, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. I had almost escaped successfully, but I had been stopped by the old chef Maggi. She had come all the way from her quarters at night just to remind me about the task tomorrow.I fumed with anger at the thought of the old woman's inte
Rose's POV: The chilly October wind swept through the open window of my room, sending a shiver down my spine. I woke up feeling utterly alone and despondent in this dreary place I call home. The dying leaves falling from the trees outside only added to the bleakness of the autumn season. Alex and I could never share the special bond of mates, I thought resentfully. As an Alpha werewolf with immense power and strength, he deemed me unworthy of his status. I was but a lowly being in his eyes despite my efforts to prove myself. His rejection and heartlessness left me devastated. As I mulled over these rebellious thoughts, I felt a sharp pain in my palms. I realised I had crushed the steel cup I was holding into an unrecognisable lump. My anger and distress threatened to consume me. I tossed the destroyed cup out of the open window and its loud clanging sound as it hit the ground below gave me a twisted sense of satisfaction.I got out of bed and walked over to the window. The chilly wi
Alex sank into his throne, filled with self-loathing over his failure to control his own wayward emotions. Rose may be a slave, but she had enslaved his heart, whether he liked it or not. There seemed no escape from this tortuous battle between responsibility and desire. His love for her was a flame that refused to be extinguished, even as it consumed him from within. For her part, Rose kept her head bowed demurely, though he sensed her watching him from beneath her long eyelashes. His omega. His traitorous mate. His forbidden love.Alex’s POV:Earlier I had felt the familiar tightening in my chest as Rose walked by. Her intoxicating scent wafted towards me, and I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me. I gritted my teeth, fighting back the urge to grab her and claim her soft, supple body. She is an omega, my slave, and yet she held an inexplicable power over me. Her beauty was unlike any other, ethereal and tantalizing. Those plump lips and captivating eyes have haunted my drea
Rose had always known her place in the pack hierarchy. As an omega, she was at the bottom of the ladder, always subservient to her superiors. But even as a slave, she had never lost her sense of pride and dignity. She had always been respectful to her masters, but she refused to be treated like a doormat.Few Months back after the mating ceremony;When Rose was assigned to oversee the royal kitchens, hoping to break her rebellious spirit through tedious labor. He handed her over to Maggi, the head chef, with the aim to watch Rose closely. Maggi took Rose under her wing, fascinated by her curiosity and passion. Rose adapted quickly, immersed in cooking elaborate feasts. Rose learnt all her tricks and secrets…and the other maidens deemed slave found solace in Rose. Rose remained humble doing every hardship and getting works done to completely make Maggi favor her and spare her some time eventually, however she continues to amaze Maggi,the old chef.Unprecedentedly, she caught the e
Brenda’s POV:As I woke up in my bedroom to the sight of a beautiful sunset, I felt like it was going to be a great day. I walked out in my robe and woolley slippers, clearing the window curtains to let the light rays shine through.But as I headed to the bathroom, I noticed that my bathing water hadn't been prepared yet. This was one of my biggest pet peeves and it was enough to spoil my good mood."Celia!" I yelled out loud. Celia was our housekeeper and assistant to Mama Dan. She was around my age, 30 years old, with just a six-year age gap between us. But at that moment, I didn't care about her age. Her one job was to get my bath water ready and she had failed to do so.Celia arrived late to my calling, and I couldn't help but feel angry. I slapped her, and she stared back at me with a look that wasn't quite comforting. So I slapped her again to remind her of her place. It was a harsh action, but I needed to assert my authority.Finally, she got to work and prepared my bath water.
To my readers,As you turn the final page of this book and set it down, I want to express my deepest gratitude for sharing this story with me. Reading is a solitary act, yet one that connects us to each other across continents and cultures. By opening the cover of this book, you invited me into your thoughts and dreams for a few precious hours. You gave me the gift of your time and imagination, for which I am forever grateful. Through these pages you have laughed and cried, hoped and feared alongside my characters. You have travelled to unfamiliar places and met interesting people, all from the comfort of your own home. I thank you for joining me on this journey, for your insights, empathy and willingness to see the world through new eyes. Writing this book has been a labor of love for me, but without readers it would simply gather dust on a shelf. You have brought these characters to life simply by caring about their stories and journeys. And for that, I cannot thank you enough.
Rose’s POV:Five years have passed. I watch my son Jeremy play in the sand, giggling as Glenda and Daphne act as his aunties and George as one of his uncles. I sit on the porch remembering Alex, Jeremy's father and Charles, his kind uncle. I don't know what the future holds but I chose peace. "When you choose peace, be ready to say a lot of goodbyes," I often think.Jeremy looks at me, smiling. Then his eyes turn from blue to bright green. I gasp in shock. "Come here, Jeremy," I call to my little son. "You're safe under my love," I whisper. Alex is a lycan and I am half werewolf, half witch. The prophecy has long passed, yet here sits a child of two worlds. Jeremy cuddles close. I stroke his hair, thinking of the journey that brought us here. I thought I was fleeing my past, but it followed me in this precious child. Glenda comes to the porch. "All okay, Rose?" she asks, looking from me to Jeremy. I smile. "More than okay. This is where I'm meant to be."She hugs us both. "Family
George POV:I had made camp for the night and was sitting by the fire when I heard a sound in the bushes. I saw a frazzled young woman had collapsed unconscious. As I reached her, a lunar birthmark shone luminously on her back - this must be the girl I've sought for so long, the prophecy told of! I turned her over and gasped. "Isn't this Alpha King Alex's mate?" I hesitated, unsure what to do. But as I tried to leave, she grabbed my hand weakly and pleaded, "Please help me." I could not leave her so I took her in, building up the fire. When she awoke, I gave her food and water. The next day we set off towards Hazelwood together. As we walked, I felt honored to be helping fulfill the prophecy at last. Soon we came to a junction where my friends Glenda and Daphne greeted us. "George, still don't know the safest route to Hazelwood I see!" Glenda joked. "Very funny," I replied. "This is Rose. Rose, these witches will help guide us home." Daphne smiled warmly at Rose. "You're safe w
"Rose?" Charles whispered, stepping out of the shadows.I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God you're here," I whispered back. "I was starting to worry that you wouldn't make it.""Calm down, Rose," Charles said in a comforting voice. "We must leave quickly now." Charles led me to the mysterious hidden door and handed me a book he wrote about our family. "I will make sure to tell my unborn child about you,his Uncle," I vowed through tears. "Will you return?" Charles asked, his voice filled with emotion. "I'll make sure my unborn child knows his roots and father," I sobbed hard, thanking Charles for his love and care. "You must go now, Alex will be back from hunting soon," Charles said as we said our goodbyes, hoping we would meet again.I followed the secret passageway that Charles showed me, escaping from Alex's castle at last. Every minute I stayed was a minute too long, carrying Alex's cub but treated so cruelly. As I hurried through the passage, I rubbed my still-flat belly
Rose’s POV:"The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her.”After a week. The cold floor felt harsh against my knees as I scrubbed the chambers floor. My stomach churned again as a wave of nausea hit me. I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to vomit. I had to hide this from Alex, I didn't know how he would react. He had been so distant this past week, barely looking at me let alone touching me. The tender love I thought was blossoming between us seemed to be fading away. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I wiped them away angrily. What did I expect? I was just a slave, a plaything for him to use as he pleased. But I had started to hope for more. I thought he cared for me. Now I felt like a fool.My mind was troubled with dark thoughts as I worked. If things continued this way, I would have to find a way to escape. I couldn't bear much more of this. I needed to speak with the old physician, the only friend I had here. We hadn't ta
Alex’s POV:I had to go to my older brother Charles and tell him about Rose. It was difficult to admit, but I had to confess that she was the one. The prophecy was real. I stormed into Charles’s study, fuming with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me about Rose? That she is the one the prophecy foretold? I have fallen for the enemy!” Charles looked up calmly from his book. “I wanted you to find love, brother. Rose is special, she is your soulmate.”“She is meant to destroy me!” I slammed my fist on the table. “This is my life at stake. My kingdom. And you see me as the tyrant Alpha King that needs to be overthrown?”Charles sighed. “The kingdom needs change, Alex. Peace. Someone like Rose could help you become a better leader. A better man.” “I rule Atlantic with force to keep order. There is no room for peace,” I growled. “There has been no peace since you divided the packs. Became king after Josiah's treason. Mother would not have wanted this life for you, Alex."I glared at Charles.
George packed his bag slowly, lost in thought. Three weeks and he would be gone from this place. The events of the Christmas party played over and over in his mind. He had stayed quiet, not wanting to draw attention to himself. But now he knew it was time to leave. He had come back to Atlantic for one reason - to find the lunar girl, the prophecy girl. Yet after all this time, he was no closer to the truth. Meanwhile, those accused of crimes were being punished without mercy. Alex's werewolves terrified him. Part of him still wanted to fulfill the task he had been given. But the risk seemed too great now. Better to return to Hazelwood and the simple life he knew there. His hand touched the old coin in his pocket, the one that was supposedly tied to the lunar girl's destiny. He had held onto it all this time, a symbol of the mission. But now, it felt heavier somehow. A reminder of a duty abandoned. He sighed and zipped his bag shut. Three weeks and he would be gone, returning
Rose’s POV:I left the party and went outside for some space. I sat down with my wine, frustrated. After a few minutes, I noticed a small box carefully placed next to my seat. I picked it up and untied it. Inside was a card that said "Happy Birthday little sis." I was stunned. Could it be from the brother I thought was gone? I looked around to make sure no one was watching and opened the card. "You've grown up to be so pretty, stay happy. I'm watching over you little sis," it said. Tears streamed down my cheeks. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of a figure in the distance fading into the night - it was the black cloak person who had helped me before. Could it be my brother? I blamed myself for not realizing it sooner. Just the other night, I had stood close to him..."Rose!" Lebotha called harshly, walking over with her daughter Lisa. I quickly wiped my tears and stood up tall. I was not the girl Lebotha used to bully.As things were about to get heated, Alpha King Alex appeare
Rose POV:I took a deep breath and looked around at my surroundings. The castle was truly beautiful, though its beauty could not chase away all my doubts. Alex's words and gifts were kind, but I still wondered if he truly understood the pain he had caused me. As I wandered the hallways, I saw Alex approaching with a smile. "Good morning, Rose. I hope you are settling in well."I replied politely,"Good morning, Alpha. Thank you for your hospitality."He chuckled."Please, call me Alex when we're alone. There is no need for such formality between us." I nodded slowly. Over the next two days, Alex showed me great kindness. We took walks in the castle gardens and he told me stories of his childhood. Alex even arranged for us to ride the royal horses out on the trails surrounding the castle.As we rode side by side, Alex's horse came closer to mine."You look radiant today, Rose. I love seeing you smile." I could feel my face flush, but I tried to remain guarded. "Thank you, but do you trul