Trigger Warning!! Mature Content!! Abuse. Morana Ambrose. What day is it? Is it a day? Or night? Breathe. survive. Breathe. I kept telling myself. The stink of the dirty basement filled my nostrils, mingling with the fear that coiled in my gut like a snake ready to strike. I knew Elliot w
Morana Ambrose. Lying on the cold floor, every inch of my body throbbed with a relentless ache. I could barely move, each breath a struggle against the pain that radiates through my bruised and beaten body.Through half-lidded eyes, I stared at the wall, the room around me a blur of shadows and mut
I couldn’t open my eyes, couldn’t face the reality that might be waiting for me. The thought of that blood-covered beast, a creature straight out of my nightmares, was too much to bear. I kept counting, my whispers becoming more frantic, more desperate.“Seven... eight... nine...”But no matter how
Rowan Ambrose. My heart pounded in my chest as we rushed through the darkened corridors of Elliot’s hideout. The stench of blood and fear hung heavily in the air, making it almost suffocating. We brought the best warriors with us, but they did nothing because Adrian turned into his beast form and s
Adrian BlackthroneRage was the only thing I could feel. It consumed me, a seething fire burning in my chest as I grappled with the overwhelming anger coursing through my veins. It's a primal fury, directed not only at Elliot for the unspeakable torment he inflicted upon Morana and Hazel but also at
Adrian Blackthrone. Listening to his words, I felt a wave of helplessness wash over me. "Is there anything we can do?" I asked, my voice filled with desperation. Zane sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's going to take time and patience. She needs to feel safe, to trust again. The bond wi
Rowan Ambrose. I was leaning against the glass door at the poolside, staring at Hazel as she was sitting at the pool. Staring blankly at the water. She is a completely different person now. It's as if a light has gone out inside her, leaving only a shell behind. She moves like a ghost, barely livin
Adrian was struggling too. His beast was on edge, desperate to protect Morana, but just as helpless as I was. I often found him pacing outside Morana’s room, his eyes dark with worry and anger.Days turned into weeks, and I noticed Morana slowly coming out of her trauma. She was starting to hold on
“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