Morana Ambrose."Now, if we may have the rings." Frederick called out and Mike, Sullivan’s younger son walked slowly forward, a broad smile on his face."Thank you." Adrian smiled as he patted Mike on the top of his head. Adrian took the ring meant for me, and I took the ring meant for him."Now, Ad
I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with love. “And you, my love, look incredibly handsome.”We made our way to the center of the room, where the first dance awaited us. The lights dimmed, and the soft melody of our song began to play. Adrian took me into his arms, and we started to dance, moving
Morana Ambrose. The group of men, their presence as unwelcome as a storm on a clear day, stood quite opposite to the happiness that had filled the air just moments ago. They were clearly out of place, and the mood had shifted from one of pure celebration to one of anxiety and fear.Adrian’s grip
“I don’t think we have a choice,” I replied quietly, my heart aching at the thought of leaving him. “Those children’s lives are at stake. We can’t just ignore that.” I said. “They’ll kill you,” he argued, his voice tight with emotion. “I can’t lose you, Morana. Not now, not ever.”My heart ached at
Morana Ambrose. Adrian and I made our way to our room. No longer was it his room or mine, but ours—a place where we could shut out the world, at least for a while. The reality of our situation loomed over us, dark and menacing, but I was determined to find some peace and to cling to the happiness
Adrian Blackthrone. Her moans of pleasure were like barbs in my flesh, pulling me closer to the limits and egging my desire for more."Adrian." She called my name and slightly lifted her hips to urge me on.Abandoning her beautifully perfect breasts, I continued to move lower. Down across the bell
Morana Ambrose. I woke up in the morning with every muscle in my body aching, a lingering reminder of the passion Adrian and I had shared through the whole night. Despite the soreness, a smile tugged at my lips as I recalled the way we had clung to each other. But now, as reality slowly settled in
Morana Ambrose. He was bound, his wrists tied with thick ropes that dug into his skin, leaving angry red marks. His shirt was torn, and blood dripped from a gash on his forehead, staining the floor beneath him. His face was contorted with pain and fury, but his eyes—those familiar, piercing eyes—we
“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