Adrian Blackthrone. I stood in front of Morana, clenching my jaw in anger and refusing to let her go. I don't want to let her go. There was this fear that gripped my heart, suffocating me and hurting me inside. It was as if if I let her go, I would lose her, and the thought itself was unbearable.
Morana Ambrose. My heart kept slamming against my chest; anger, hurt, and betrayal consumed me as I strommed away from Adrian. All my life, I wanted to find my mate, have a good life, and have a family of my own. I lost my parents and family when I was young and had only my brother. I longed for
Morana Ambrose. As I woke up next morning, preparing to leave for work, my mind was consumed by the unwanted thoughts about what happened last night. No matter how hard I try to push them all back, they bounce back with full force. I forced myself to stop thinking about last night’s events and got
Morana Ambrose. After having my daily rounds and finishing every task Zane has assigned me, I and my friends were sitting in our dining room, having lunch. As we enjoyed our lunch together, the conversation naturally turned to our work and the different things happening in our lives. “I swear I ke
Morana Ambrose. I have immersed myself deeply in my work, pushing everything that happened with Charlotte earlier out of my mind. I hope she never steps out of line again. The sounds of footsteps grabbed my attention, and I glanced up to find Jake standing before me, his expression hesitant yet hop
Adrian Blackthrone. I stood in the shadows, hidden from view, watching Morana as she spoke with Zane. The ache in my chest was almost unbearable as I watched them together, walking side by side. Every fiber of my being yearned for her, but I knew that staying away from her was the only way to keep
Adrian Blackthrone. Rowan stared at me, his eyes filled with suspicion, as I stood in front of him. His gaze bore into mine, sharp and penetrating, as if searching for answers in my eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke; the silence was thick with tension and unspoken questions. I could feel the
Morana Ambrose. The next day, I woke up early and began to do my daily routines. I bid goodbye to my brother and made my way towards the hospital. As soon as I stepped inside the hospital, I met Ava. “Hey,” she said while turning to me with a small smile on her lips. “Hi, good morning.” I greet