Morana Ambrose. Hazel’s gaze flickered between me and Charlotte’s body, her eyes filled with a mixture of horror and shock. “Oh my god, Morana...” she gasped, her eyes darting between me and the bloody knife still clutched in my hand. She looked terrified but quickly rushed to my other side, her h
Adrian Blackthrone.I stood in Morana’s bedroom, looking at my men taking Charlotte’s lifeless body with them. I ordered my maids to clean the room but after what happened here I don’t think Morana would want to stay in this room. I think I should shift her things to the room beside mine, that way,
I found Morana sitting on the bed, her expression blank, her eyes distant as if lost in thought. It was a different energy from the vibrant energy she usually exuded, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted within her.As I met Morana's gaze, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sa
Adrian Blackthrone. I was sitting in my office, my eyes blankly staring at the bundle of papers on the desk, but Morana’s thoughts consumed my mind. The look she had on her face was bothering me ever since, the coldness in her eyes and the changed atmosphere around her. What’s going on in her mind?
Morana AmbroseIt’s been a week since I killed Charlotte. My mind is a maze, filled with unwanted thoughts and conflicting emotions. I don’t understand what’s happening to me anymore. The memory of Charlotte's death loomed over me, casting a shadow over every corner of my consciousness. I couldn't e
“St-Stay away from me.” I said, my voice weak and my throat burning because of the throwing up earlier. Hurt and sadness flashed in his hazel eyes, “Morana…” He tried to reach out again. But I couldn't let him get close. Not again. "Stay away from me," I snapped, pushing him back with as much force
Hazel MooreI always wondered how it felt like being with their fated mate, but now, pain is all I feel because my mate hates me. I never thought that the Moon goddess would pair me up with the person who hates me so much and never wants to do anything with me. I always disliked Rowan for trying to
Since the day Charlotte died, Morana was struggling to come out of it. The nightmares and trauma of it were having a toll on her. She lost so much weight and became so thin, I hardly recognise her now. Adrian was trying so hard to get close to her, to be with her, but Morana still kept her distance
“Exactly,” Morana said, her eyes sparkling with determination. “We’ll teach them to be brave, to stand up for what’s right, and to love fiercely.” After dinner, we moved to the living room, the kids nestled in our arms. The atmosphere was warm and cozy, filled with the soft glow of lamps and the s
I leaned down, kissing her forehead softly, feeling as if we were the only two people in the world at that moment. “We did this together, Morana. Always together.” “Hey, you two lovebirds!” Rowan called from the doorway, a wide grin on his face. “Hazel wants to know if you’re ready for a family di
Adrian Blackthrone. Years later. I paced anxiously in the hallway of the hospital, outside the delivery rooms, my heart racing with excitement and a hint of anxiety. Her cries from inside of the room make me feel more anxious. Today was a day we had both anticipated and dreaded—the day our liv
Adrian BlackthroneI heard it—a heart-wrenching cry that cut through the silence like a blade. “Adrian! Adrian!”My heart shattered at the sound. It was her voice, raw with pain and desperation. I woke up and pushed myself up. I glanced at the sword pierced into my chest and slowly pulled it out. M
"A test?" Adrian frowned, his brows drawing together. "What do you mean?"Selene’s eyes softened, and she gestured toward the waterfall. "Walk with me."He followed her, the pups padding alongside them as they made their way toward the water’s edge. The sound of the falls grew louder, a calming pres
A heart-wrenching cry from Morana echoed across the battlefield, so profound and full of despair that it felt like the earth itself wept in sorrow. The sound cut through the chaos, louder than the clashing of swords and the roaring of wolves. For a moment, everything stopped—the hunters, the witches
Morana Ambrose. I was on the verge of losing consciousness, slipping into the dark void that was beckoning me with open arms. But through the haze of agony, I could make out the witches surrounding me, their voices raised in urgent chants, their hands glowing with the raw power of magic. They were
This couldn’t be happening. Not now.Through the haze of pain, I heard Adrian’s voice in my mind, a desperate command, but I couldn’t understand it. The bond between us was crackling with urgency, but the pain was too overwhelming, too all-consuming. I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t think.Adrian howled
Morana Ambrose. My breath came in short, desperate bursts as I dodged another blast of black magic from Carlisle. His eyes glowed with malice, dark energy radiating from him in waves as he sent another spell flying toward me. He somehow gained more dark magic Adrian was beside me, his massive lycan